CHAPTER 489: PRANK

Daisy Ginger’s bedding and sheets were beige, and at the moment, a heap of mud was stuffed into the cover, not sure by whom.

Daisy Ginger stood by the bed, with a splash of mud even on her snow-white bathrobe, looking dirty.

"Do you have spare bedding and sheets?" Daisy Ginger withdrew her gaze, seemingly calm, and turned to look at Elena Raven.

"I didn’t bring any." The crew’s bedding is uniformly distributed, and there aren’t any extras, plus it’s late at night, the staff is probably resting already.

Daisy Ginger sighed, "Then we’ll squeeze in tonight."

"Daisy, what about this..."

Daisy Ginger shook her head: "Forget it. Just throw them in the washing machine to clean."

"Just leave it like that?" Elena Raven was somewhat displeased, she stepped forward and uncovered the entire quilt, seeing that the place where Daisy Ginger was lying was filled with mud, she was furious, "I’ll talk to the director tomorrow, this is too much, you didn’t even provoke anyone, this kind of prank is too low."

Late at night, not letting people rest and sleep, it’s just too much.

Daisy Ginger seemed quite calm, "Forget it. There are no cameras here, it’s untraceable." Besides, even if traced, it wouldn’t matter.

She was just startled earlier, but it’s only mud, nothing much, she’s calmed down by now.

She went up and took down the pillowcase and quilt cover, shook off the mud on the balcony, and then threw them into the washing machine.

Elena Raven helped her pour in laundry detergent, still grumbling, looking quite vexed, "It’s too much, who on earth did it!"

Daisy Ginger sighed lightly, remaining silent.

That night, Daisy Ginger squeezed in Elena Raven’s room to sleep together.

The next morning, Daisy Ginger finished breakfast and wandered around the set alone.

She quickly walked to an open area and saw George Stephens playing with a small ball by himself there.

She paused in her steps, intending to turn back when she heard George call her, "Sis!"

Daisy Ginger turned her head, and the ball hit her face head-on. Although the child’s strength was limited, it still hurt a bit, and she froze momentarily.

The ball rolled to her feet, Daisy Ginger looked at the little rascal about Erin Ginger’s age and narrowed her eyes.

The child looked innocent and clueless, "Sis, can you help me pick up the ball?"

Daisy Ginger bent down to pick it up, weighing it in her hand, assessing this cunning little rascal at just three years old.

If this were her kid, she’d have dragged him over to give him a good spanking.

"Sis, my ball!"

The little rascal extended his hand, urged.

Daisy Ginger looked at him, then smiled, and tossed the ball forcefully towards him.

The orange ball flew over George’s hand, over his head, across the open land, over the grass, and into the woods.

George: "..."

"Oops, slippery hands." Daisy Ginger covered her mouth, smiling apologetically at him, "Adults have stronger hands, it’s easy to throw too hard accidentally. Shall I help you find it?"

George’s face darkened, ignoring her, he turned around, moved his little legs to fetch the ball.

Daisy Ginger smirked slightly, turned around to walk back, thinking of her muddied bedding, feeling relieved.

Don’t assume just because it’s a kid, she’ll show mercy.

Charlotte Smith must be crazy, handing the child to Robert Stephens to raise, isn’t she afraid that the child will be misled?

The child is young now, yet unaware of concealing emotions, as he grows older, he’ll probably turn into another Robert.