Chapter 351
Because it was an undeveloped hill with no proper path, every step of the ascent was a struggle. They pushed onward without stopping, following the GPS on Theodore’s phone, wading through waist-high wild grass.
Before long, they reached the summit. In the distance, they saw a figure standing at the edge of a cliff, one foot already extended over the precipice.
“Norton p>
Theodore reacted first, shouting as he sprinted forward. Penelope ran after him, her legs feeling weak beneath her.
Norton, Norton, Norton! Don’t jump! Don’t do something you’ll regret! Your life is just beginning!
The distance seemed to stretch on forever, her heart pounding in her throat. Finally, Theodore reached him, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him back from the edge.
And then p>
Then they realized it wasn’t Norton.
The man looked at them, completely bewildered. “Who the hell are you p>
Just then, they noticed a group of people in a clearing nearby, partially hidden by the tall grass. They were all wearing crew jackets—one sat behind a camera, another held a large light reflector, and others were arranging props. A film set. The man they had just “saved” was even wearing a historical costume. Penelope recognized him as a moderately famous actor.
Had they just stumbled onto a movie shoot?
“Hey! Where did you two come from, barging into our shot like that?” a man, presumably the director, yelled as he marched over. But when he got a closer look at Theodore, he stopped short.
“Mr. Stapleton p>
Though not a celebrity, a recent video of Theodore touring a Zenith Group industrial park had gone viral, his good looks and presidential title earning him a brief burst of fame. Many people now recognized his face.
Theodore apologized and then asked if they had seen Norton.
“Norton?” The director clearly had no idea who he was talking about.
Penelope quickly pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of Norton she had saved.
The director squinted at the screen. “Huh. We did catch a pervert this morning who looks a lot like him p>
Penelope’s eyebrow twitched. “A pervert p>
The “pervert” was currently locked up, waiting to be handed over to the police when the crew went backè down the mountain. The crew’s base camp was in a hollow on the other side of the hill, where there was a rough access road. They had been filming here for several days. According to the director, Norton had originally been hired as an extra. But that morning, he had been discovered hiding in the lead
actress’s dressing room.
The more the director explained, the darker Theodore’s expression became. Even
Penelope was hesitant to hear any more.
They reached the small shack where Norton was being held. From inside, they
could hear loud banging on the door.
“You idiots! How dare you call me a pervert p>
“Open this door and let me out p>
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is? You’re all finished p>
The director glanced at Theodore, his eyes wide with this new information. It was
hard to believe that this Mr. Stapleton had a brother like that.
“Ahem, maybe we should open the door,” Penelope suggested.
The director quickly agreed and had a crew member unlock it. The moment the door swung open, a blur shot out Before anyone could react, Theodore had him by the collar.
“You bastard, let me go! You wanna die-hiccup p>
Norton’s tirade was cut short as he saw who had caught him. The shock was so
great it brought on a hiccup.
“Bro p>
Theodore’s eyes narrowed as he
took in the sight before him. Norton was wearing a pomegranate-red tunic embroidered with gold thread over a long, pale blue skirt. His shoulder length hair was a tangled mess, and his naturally fair, delicate features made him look, for all the world, like an eccentric punk-rock princess.