Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 882

Chapter 882

'Maybe she's gonna make him sleep on the couch. Not like it hasn't happened before.'

'Oh, now you reminded me of it.'

And now, everyone knew Hanson wanted to sleep with Vania.

An awkward cameraman coughed slightly to gain the couple's attention. "Ahem. Sir, time's almost up."

They had a time limit, and Vania stopped arguing with Hanson. She quickly turned to the lady in the yard. "Hi, lady.

We're here for the mission."

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The lady smiled. "I know." She then handed them the chilies. "Here's the thing you want."

She looked genuine, and her smile was delightful.

However, Vania stared at the chilies with a look of shock. Red chili? That looks spicy. Can we even eat that? This is

most certainly another troll. She had conflicting emotions over this, but she thanked the lady anyway. "Thanks."

It's the production's fault, not hers. This last part is easy, but we can't eat this.

The couple had no idea what they were doing, but one thing was for sure: they had been pranked.

Vania held the green tomato in one hand and the red chili in another. She went back to the starting point carefully,

worried that the food might fall.

On their way back, she asked, "Don't we have any staple food?" We can't only have these for dinner.

Hanson mused for a moment and turned his attention to the cameraman.

The cameraman answered, "The director has it." Scary. That look could have killed me.

The couple hastened their pace. Once they came back, they were greeted by the sight of a hot dinner. Everyone on

the team was there, too. At least we don't have to cook dinner ourselves, or I'd have no idea what to make with

these.

The director quickly stood up. "Dinner is served. Let's eat."

He looks so happy. Vania knew he was delighted by the response, but the fun was at their expense. I hope he

doesn't mind me smacking his face with these two ingredients. Just kidding.

"I thought we'd have to get the staple food ourselves," she teased.

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An awkward smile curled the director's lips. "All for the show." He wiped the sweat off his face. I can't tell you we

have prepared this last minute just in case Hanson is going to kill us for the stunts we pulled. If it weren't for the

fact he's the sponsor, we would have gone further with the prank.

'Oh, he's scared.'

'That fast? I thought the prank would go on.'

'Hey, Hanson is scary. This twist is to be expected.'

The viewers thought it was fine. Any more, it would bore them out.

Vania saw through the director. She pouted and took her seat. The dinner wasn't lavish, but it was tantalizing. At

least to a starving Vania, it was. She wolfed her dinner down, and the couple went back to their room with the

ingredients they had.