Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 552

The actress and her agency gave ambiguous responses, fueling public speculation, while Thomas and his team remained silent.

Thomas' show was about to wrap up and enter its promotional period. 'Shipping' the main couple was a common marketing tactic, so it was impossible to know if the rumors about him and the actress were true.

"I heard that in Thomas' new show, the second female lead is an investor's daughter. She's the heiress of some corporation and the Taylors' top choice for a daughter-in-law. She supposedly joined the cast just to get closer to him."

Shirley continued to gossip.

"Is that so?" Yvonne replied coolly, sounding uninterested.

After all, Thomas' love life had nothing to do with her.

The van started up and went to pick up the other guests.

Once everyone was on board, the van pulled onto the main road and headed toward Riverbend.

Just as the van entered the Riverbend area, before it even came to a stop, the shrill sound of sirens pierced the air, shattering the silence of the nearly deserted, expropriated village.

"What's going on? Why are there so many police cars?" Shirley asked, sliding open a window and sticking her head out to look.

Seeing this, Yvonne frowned as well.

She had worked at the police station before; a scene like this usually meant a major case.

And in a deserted village, what kind of major case could there be, unless someone had been killed.

The production crew hadn't expected to run into this.

The director immediately told the assistant director to find out what was happening. After all, the guests had arrived, and the entire day's schedule was planned. There could be no mistakes.

Because the police had entered the village, the crew's van had to park nearby and wait for news.

The director had no choice but to let everyone get out for some fresh air, telling them not to wander off.

Yvonne and Shirley stood by the van, chatting idly. Nearby, the AD and a crew member were smoking.

The smoke drifted over occasionally, making them cough.

"Director Lee, could you please not smoke? For the ladies?" Shirley said in a sweet, pleading voice.

The AD was a good-natured middle-aged man. He smiled and put out his cigarette, then walked over to chat with them.

"What on earth happened in the village? All these police cars are so scary."

"It is scary, isn't it? It's a murder. A grandmother and her granddaughter, both killed. The girl hadn't even graduated from college yet. It's such a tragedy."