The car screeched to a stop inside the set's parking area, the sudden halt making Anna jolt slightly in her seat. Kevin quickly turned around, flashing her his most pitiful look while raising his bandaged hand like a child caught in trouble.
His eyes silently pleaded for mercy.
Betty, sitting beside him, let out a disbelieving scoff. "Unbelievable," she muttered inwardly 'I've seen him handle negotiations with mob-like producers, but now look at him — turning into a helpless kitten over one tiny cut.'
Kevin shot her a wounded look. "Tiny? This tiny cut almost cost me my—"
"Your ego?" Betty interrupted sweetly.
Kevin groaned and looked away, muttering something under his breath.
Meanwhile, Anna had been quiet the entire ride, leaning back in her seat, lost in thought. But now, her voice cut through the air — calm, even, but carrying that unmistakable sharp edge that made both of them straighten up immediately.
