too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian)

The assistant director followed Lila's gaze. It was warm inside the greenhouse, and the man had taken off his coat. His sweater looked shabby and worn, with frayed edges tied together with a few strands of thread. He wore a pair of black trousers that were so old they had turned pale from washing. His shoes were also unsuitable for winter.

He looked poor.

The assistant director was puzzled. "No idea. He's just some old man in the village."

"No one knows his name?" Lila frowned.noveldrama

"I'll ask John. He's the one who handled the hiring," the assistant manager offered.

Lila nodded. "Thanks for the trouble."

She waited. But before John arrived, Matthew called out to her.

Lila walked over as a staff member handed her a face mask. She put it on and approached Matthew.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She frowned, noticing the blood on the back of his hand. Matthew shook his head. "It's nothing."

Even though he told the staff it wasn't serious, they still called Lila over.

Lila glanced at the man in the military coat, who was not far away, before taking the alcohol spray offered by a staff member and disinfecting Matthew's wound.

"It's a minor injury. Since you'll be transplanting tomato seedlings, make sure it doesn't get infected. Cover it with a bandage for now," she instructed.

The show wasn't popular yet, and most participants were men in their twenties, like Matthew, with relatively low fame. Despite their lack of celebrity status, they were friendly and unpretentious. When they saw Matthew get hurt, they offered to help share his workload.

After treating his wound, Lila grabbed a shovel. "I'll dig up the tomato seedlings. You carry them over there."

"That's not right. This is the guests' job," Matthew said, surprised that someone of Lila's status would join in the work.

"Just make sure the cameras don't catch me," Lila said, dodging the camera and informing the director of the situation.

Perhaps thinking that one more person helping out wouldn't make much difference, the director agreed. To be cautious, Lila kept her face mask on.

But she didn't know the director hadn't removed the camera filming her.

Lila glanced at the man in the military coat, who had moved closer to her. He was helping to carry supplies. Despite sweating bullets, he still kept his mask on.

The assistant director called John over, asked him a few questions, and approached Lila That man didn't give a full name. He just said to call him Mr. Mapleford."

"Mr. Mapleford?" Lila found it odd.

"This village is called Mapleford. Most people here have the same last name," the assistant director explained.

Lila paused. "But Louise said he married into the village. How could he have the same last name?"

"Could just be a coincidence." The assistant director smiled and added. "If you really want to know his name, I can have John ask for his ID and

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The assistant director didn't understand why Lila was curious about the man's identity. Surely she couldn't possibly know someone from such a remote place?

To his surprise, Lila nodded. "Sorry for the trouble."

The assistant director was baffled.

He turned to the director and quietly vented, "She's asking us to investigate someone, but why would she care about some random guy? She can't know anyone here."

"Just do as you're told. That's Mr. Morgan's wife. We can't afford to offend her," the director said.

"But didn't the news say her parents died because of Morgan Group? Isn't the Morgan family on guard against

her? She probably

won't stay as his

wife for long, right?"

"Stop wasting your breath. Until the Morgan family issues an official statement, don't do anything stupid," the director warned.

Sensing his displeasure, the assistant director quickly shut up and went to find John.

Meanwhile, Lila spent the entire morning digging up tomato seedlings. Her arms were sore by the time she was done.

During lunch, Ash suddenly appeared.

"Lila," he called out. "I brought you bread!"

"Have you eaten yet?" Lila didn't take the bread from him.

"I did! One for you, one for me, and one for Grandma. We still have three left for dinner," Ash replied obediently.