Chapter 347

Evelyn Laurent gripped Bianca Fairchild's wrist and pulled her back.

Bianca's arm was taut as a bowstring at first, but gradually relaxed as they walked further.

Ethan Sullivan and Julian Langley followed in silence.

Back at camp, Evelyn swiftly set up the tent. Julian moved to help, but Ethan was already reaching for the poles.

"Mic off," Evelyn said curtly, switching off both her and Bianca's lavalier mics.

She shot Ethan a meaningful look before dragging Bianca inside the tent.

Ethan positioned himself at the entrance. When a cameraman approached, his voice turned icy. "The ladies need privacy."

The crew member backed away immediately.

Julian finally caught on, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. He hadn't grasped his sister's cue fast enough.

"Julian." Ethan picked up the vines. "Let's get back to work."

They moved a short distance away to sort the vines. Ethan's slender fingers worked deftly through the strands while Julian, though less skilled, quickly matched his rhythm.

The sun had warmed the vines, sending tiny insects scuttling from the crevices. No one wanted to wake up bitten in the middle of the night.

Inside the tent, Evelyn sat cross-legged.

Bianca twisted her fingers anxiously.

"What does the Quincy family have on you?" Evelyn cut straight to the point.

Bianca's head jerked up, lips trembling. After a long pause, her voice came out hoarse. "My grandmother..."

Tears splashed onto the back of her hands.

Since childhood, she'd been trapped as Beatrice Quincy's plaything. Her grandmother's medical bills were a noose around her neck, choking her breath away.

The slightest displeasure from Beatrice meant her grandmother's treatment would be cut off.