"Back off, back off! Let go of me!" Parrish yanked Joana away with force, cursing under his breath, "Joana, what the hell is wrong with you, girl? Why do you always jump on guys like that? There are so many people around, it's not like the boogeyman's going to eat you alive!"
Joana hadn't expected Parrish to react so harshly. Biting her lip, tears welled up in her eyes. "That's so mean of you. I was scared, that's the only reason I held onto you. You think I wanted to?"
"What? So you're saying hugging me is some kind of hardship for you?" If they weren't live on air, Parrish would have really let loose with some choice words from his neck of the woods.
He wasn't the kind of guy who didn't care for women; it's just that Joana was exactly the type he couldn't stand, and he had zero patience for her drama.
While the two were bickering, Astrid and Elio had already found the source of the crying sound amid a pile of leaves—a small tape recorder.
Astrid held up the device and said to Maddox, "Director, it was this thing making the noise."
Maddox took a look and his expression darkened, "This is clearly someone messing with us. We've been filming here without stepping on anyone's toes or, you know, stealing their thunder."
"That's debatable," Astrid said with a raised eyebrow. "Our show's hot stuff now; wouldn't be surprised if someone's green with envy over your success, Director."
The mention of this sparked an idea in Maddox's mind—he immediately thought of Vince, a rival reality show producer who always seemed to be competing with him.
Seeing Maddox's program getting rave reviews, Vince had tried to replicate its success but ended up with a flop. Vince had been taking subtle digs at him on air, leading Maddox to suspect Vince was behind this stunt.
However, airing such accusations live wasn't a good move, so he simply said, "Let's all look around for anything out of the ordinary, and Joana, stop your sniveling. There's no ghost."
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