"Sure thing," Naylor led the way, his strides confident despite the rain. After a short trek, he gestured to the group, "This spot's good for taking cover."
The place wasn't exactly roomy, but it was enough to dodge the downpour for a while.
The rain was relentless, hammering down so hard that the live stream was glitching, the audio cutting in and out.
Everyone scattered to gather firewood, and Elio was the first to return.
Karin caught sight of him and couldn't help but call out, "Leo, do you despise me that much?"
"I wouldn't call it despise. I'd just rather not see you, that's all." Elio turned to face her, his words deliberate, "What are you doing here?"
Karin's lips pressed together under his gaze, "My agent booked this gig for me. It wasn't my choice. Leo, I didn't mean for things to go down the way they did back then. After all these years, can't you find it in you to forgive me?"
"Don't bring up the past, and don't call me Leo. The only reason I'm even speaking to you calmly is to avoid screwing up this show. Step out of line, or I'll make sure you're out of the entertainment industry within a week." Elio said coldly.
Karin tightened her grip involuntarily and was about to speak, but no words came out.
The audience couldn't hear what was being said, but they watched the exchange with rapt attention.
Based on Karin's expression, the fans' imaginations ran wild. [Holy smokes, did Karin and Mr. Lampard have a fling back in the day? Wasn't she supposed to be like his sister in name?]
[She seemed to be about to cry.]
[There's no blood relation between them. A youthful fling is totally normal, right?]
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