The night was deepening.
The crew finished work at nine o'clock.
Jessica dragged her tired body back into the car. Leaning against the back of the chair to rest with her eyes closed, she asked Molly, "Where is the restaurant?"
"It's right next to our hotel." Molly still sounded unhappy.
Then she turned to look at Jessica angrily. "Jessica, will we really be photographed when we eat later?"
Jessica was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes. "Yes."
"Then I'd better not go. I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain myself from pouring coffee on that woman's face," Molly said with a worried expression.
Jessica was amused by her words. "Then do it. It's no big deal. The matter will become a trending topic at most."
Molly curled her lips and said, "I will hold my temper. Shall we go back to the hotel first or go straight to the restaurant?"
"Let's go to the restaurant first. The earlier they take the photos, the sooner we can go back to rest." Jessica yawned, but still didn't open her eyes. "Wake me up when we arrive."
It would take about twenty to thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. She could sleep in the car for a while.
Molly got even angrier when she saw Jessica was so tired, and still had to eat with them in order to cooperate with Carl.
It was all caused by that woman Sivan!
Twenty minutes later, they arrived.
The car stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. Molly called Jessica to wake her up.
"Jessica, wake up. We're here."
Jessica opened her eyes and was at a loss for a moment. She shook her head before realizing that she was still in the car.
She had been filming from morning to night. There was no stopping in the middle except for eating. She was exhausted.
"Let's go," Jessica said and was going to open the door to get off the car.
"Wait!" Molly called out to her.
Jessica turned around and saw Molly holding a makeup bag. "Fix your makeup first."
"No need."
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