Leaning heavily toward the staff, Grandpa Lowell demanded, "If you want to stay here, you have to pay up, right? And shooting this show means you're going to put me on TV? You have to pay extra for that."
The local guide translated his words with a rigid expression.
[No wonder they say Daisy is garbage. Turns out her grandpa is a total piece of work too.]
[The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.]
[I'm so angry! Don't give them a cent! Production crew, get Xavier out of there immediately!]
[Bad environments really do breed bad people. They weren't lying.]
The staff members were so angry they almost laughed.
Was this old man insane?
For this absolute dump... he actually wanted *more* money?
Grandpa Lowell kept a stern face. "That's right, and we need to sign a contract. Don't think you can scam us just because we live in the mountains."
The staff glanced over at Xavier. Seeing that the young master showed absolutely zero intention of backing down, they had no choice but to say, "Hold on, we need our chief director to authorize this."
With that, the crew stepped outside.
Grandpa Lowell panted heavily, looking as if he had already secured a massive fortune.
Grinning from ear to ear at the thought, he turned to Daisy and said, "Grandpa is going to reward you. You're going to get a big reward..."
Xavier couldn't understand a single word; the local dialect was too thick.
He grabbed the guide by the arm. "What did he just say?"
The guide immediately fell back into his translator role. "He's talking to Daisy. He said, 'You told me they wouldn't come back, but they did.'"
Xavier felt a strange, complicated knot twist in his chest.
No wonder she hadn't looked back at him when she left the Mayor's house. It was because she was entirely convinced they would never cross paths again.


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