"Sandra!"

A hand suddenly clapped her on the shoulder. The already terrified and trembling Sandra jumped, nearly throwing her hands up to say, "It wasn’t me!" But when she spun around and saw it was Faye Jennings, she let out a sharp sigh of relief.

Faye Jennings knew full well why she was so frightened, but she kept a straight face and asked with concern, "Sandra, are you okay? What’s wrong? You look terrified. Did what happened just now scare you?"

Sandra nodded frantically, then shook her head erratically.

Faye Jennings glanced at her and continued, "It’s normal to be scared. I was scared too. Who would’ve thought the gun would actually fire a real bullet? If it had hit someone else, it might not have been so bad. But the one who got shot was President Quinn, so this is definitely going to blow up."

"Didn’t you hear Director Keane and the others? They said they’ve already called the police. But it’s good that the police are getting involved. Once they arrive, the culprit will be caught soon, and we won’t have to be so scared..."

Before she could finish, Sandra’s face had turned deathly pale. She warily scanned her surroundings and saw that most people had dispersed. No one was paying attention to them.

She grabbed Faye Jennings’s hand and pulled her to a secluded spot. Looking like she was about to burst into tears, she whispered, "Faye, Faye, you have to help me. You have to help me."

Faye Jennings feigned confusion. "Sandra, what’s wrong? Don’t panic. Tell me slowly."

How could Sandra not panic? She clutched Faye Jennings’s hand tightly, as if grasping at her last hope. "Faye, the... the bullet in the gun... I-I’m the one who switched it..."

"What?" Faye Jennings put on an expression of utter shock. "You did it? Then... that means you’re the shooter!"

"No, no, I’m not the shooter, I’m not! What I put in the gun was something harmless, definitely not a real bullet... I... I didn’t mean to. I just... I just wanted to scare Clara Grant."

"I just wanted to make her feel the pain of messing up her takes over and over because of outside factors, of being laughed at... I never thought... I never thought something like this would happen..."

’This really isn’t my fault. It can’t be. I didn’t know the bullet was real. I didn’t know it could hurt someone.’

In her panic, an idea suddenly struck Sandra. "That’s right! Faye, there must be someone else! They switched out what I put in! They’re trying to frame me! Faye, you have to help me. In this whole production, you’re the only one who can help me."

Sandra was squeezing her hand so hard it hurt. Faye Jennings frowned in annoyance, forcefully pulled her hand free, and placed both hands on Sandra’s shoulders. "Someone is trying to frame you? Do you have any proof? Do you know who it is?"

Sandra shook her head blankly. "I don’t know, I don’t know..."

"Then where did you buy your... thing?" Faye Jennings’s expression instantly relaxed, and a flicker of triumph flashed in her eyes.

"I... I found it online. When I bought it, the seller told me it absolutely wasn’t a real bullet and couldn’t hurt anyone. That’s why I bought it..."

Faye Jennings sighed. "You silly girl, you were scammed. You saw the bullet go into President Quinn’s body. How could it not be a real bullet? No one switched your item out, and no one is trying to frame you. You were just tricked by the seller."

Though terrified and panicking, Sandra hadn’t completely lost her ability to think. "They scammed me? I don’t even know them. Why would they scam me?"