Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet? novel Chapter 387

“Yes, hurry! Get a doctor over here!”

Leroy was in shock as well. He hadn’t thought this kind of accident would happen, and hurriedly called for a doctor.

Max took Laura over to a chair by the side to sit down. Soon after, the doctor arrived.

Only then did Laura take her hand off her wound and let the doctor apply an ointment to her.

Fortunately, she’d dodged quickly, so the cut wasn’t deep.

The doctor was attached regularly to the cast. Because it was a fantasy themed show, there were a lot of fight scenes. There’d been two accidents before, so they’d up and hired a doctor to deal with any emergency situations.

Max looked at her wound, his expression ugly.

“What was that all about?”

He glared at Sally.

Sally forced a smile and said awkwardly, “I don’t know, we’d choreographed it before. I don’t know why she didn’t counter. I’d already started the stab, and I was panicking seeing her stay there without moving. I couldn’t take the strike back. Thankfully nothing happened. If something really had happened, wouldn’t I be a murderer?”

By her tones, she was clearly complaining about it.

Max frowned.

Laura’s face was cold all throughout the moment as she looked coldly at Sally.

“Are you sure you stabbed in the direction we rehearsed it?”

With that, everyone there jolted.

What did she mean by that?

Sally jolted too, and a bit of doubt flashed through her eyes, but she stood her ground and explained, “Of course, did you forget? We talked about it. I stab from the right, you catch it, then counter.”

Laura scoffed.

“Then why did I remember it was the left?”

“The left? That’s not possible!”

Sally didn’t even think about it as she shook her head. “You must be misremembering.”

Seeing that, Leroy felt that something was wrong and his brow furrowed. “What’s going on? You can’t even tell left from right now?”

Sally pouted resentfully. “Director, the choreography really was for us to stab from the right. You can ask the martial arts choreographer about it.”

At that moment, the choreographer who’d been standing not far away walked up, cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes, the moves we rehearsed really was the stab from the right. Laura was probably tired from shooting three scenes in one day, so she didn’t remember it correctly.”

Sally took over. “See, I was right.”

With that, she sighed and looked irritably at Laura.

“But really, no one was going to blame you for making a mistake, so why push it onto me? You’re not trying to make a good impression with Mr. Nixon’s arrival today, and framing me for it, are you?”

At that, Laura had to laugh with sheer exasperation.

Because the fight scenes were all taken care off by the choreographer, the director didn’t know the tangible details.

Hearing Sally say this and with Max there, he could only say, “You might really be tired after shooting so many scenes today, Laura. How about a rest to wait for your wound to close up?”

Laura said coldly, “That won’t be necessary.”

She turned to look at Leroy, her voice low. “As tired as I get, Director, I never forget choreographed moves that we rehearsed beforehand. I clearly remember that our choreography was to stab from the left, but she changed it to the right. I definitely didn’t remember it wrong.”