When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 313

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Chapter 313: The Hidden Connection Behind the Scenes

Vincent had originally intended to ride alongside Amelia, but Gianna gripped his arm tightly, refusing to release him. Her hold was firm, almost possessive, and Vincent found himself unable to break free without causing a scene. He was painfully aware of the audience watching, and he cared deeply about maintaining a composed and dignified image in public.

Just moments earlier, he had overheard Amelia and Jeremy chatting so casually and comfortably that a sharp pang of jealousy twisted inside him. That easy camaraderie between them only made Vincent’s current predicament feel more suffocating. Now, the thought of switching cars and sitting apart from Amelia was unbearable.

His mood had already taken a hit, and seeing Amelia seemingly ignore his presence deepened his gloom. He allowed Gianna to pull him into the vehicle, his expression stiff and resigned—as if he were marching toward an inevitable punishment. The tension was palpable on his face, and fans who followed all three of them noticed immediately, flooding the comments section with their reactions.

“Can you all stop roasting everyone? Don’t come crying later when you’re proven wrong,” one fan pleaded, trying to calm the heated exchanges.

“Our angel is finally showing her true self again. I love seeing this genuine side of her,” another commented, clearly supportive of Amelia.

“Vincent just isn’t smiling much. He’s not a performer, so naturally, he’s nervous in front of the camera. Why overanalyze everything? People’s imaginations run wild!” someone else chimed in, defending him.

That was the tipping point. Fans of Gianna and Vincent, who had been quietly enduring the criticism, suddenly began firing back. Despite their waning popularity, these loyal followers still clung fiercely to their favorites, sparking a new round of heated arguments online.

Meanwhile, the production crew, buzzing with energy and excitement, shepherded everyone toward their next destination. This time, the group was headed to the Nygard Group’s herbal cultivation base, a sprawling facility nestled deep within the countryside.

The location was remote, tucked away in a quiet rural area that the Nygard Group had essentially leased in its entirety. Large swaths of land had been cleared to make way for extensive herb gardens, and several greenhouses had been constructed to nurture rare and delicate plant species.

Beyond the cultivation fields, a research center had been established, staffed with experts dedicated to studying the herbs and locals employed to assist with planting and maintenance. Virtually every nearby village was now economically linked to the Nygard Group’s operations, creating a network of agricultural activity that had transformed the region.

As the vehicles drew nearer, endless expanses of green stretched into the distance. The herb gardens resembled a vast, undulating sea of verdant foliage. When the gentle breeze swept through, the plants swayed rhythmically, releasing a subtle, refreshing scent that filled the air.

The glass greenhouses sparkled under the bright sunlight, their sleek, modern design standing out against the rustic backdrop. Nearby, tidy research buildings added a contemporary touch to the pastoral landscape, blending science with nature.