The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 253: The Dilapidated Cabin

Kiki held her breath and drew the last card.

The process of opening it was a bit agonizing, but she had always believed in her good luck—a trait evident from childhood.

"Kiki, hurry up and open it." Justin urged.

Once opened, Kiki inadvertently let out a sigh of relief, and her face showed a hint of gratitude.

The tour guide took the card, sounding a bit teasing: "Ah, it’s the village’s detached villa—luxury cabin."

"Kiki, your luck is unmatched, anyone with you is the luckiest!"

Justin happened to praise Kiki perfectly: "My luck... is just average, don’t praise me like that."

Her words only made Justin praise her more.

Kiki instinctively searched for Maya’s gaze, but when she saw the other’s face still calmly composed, her smile stiffened and a trace of malice flashed across her eyes.

[Did Maya just slack off today: Why does my darling have to live in the worst house, heartbroken...]

[Glitter: Brother is too miserable, that shabby shack doesn’t sound good.]

[Spring Summer Autumn Winter: Kiki’s luck seems great, I’ve seen her on previous shows too!]

[Gulu Gulu: Just now Kiki’s look really scared me, why did I feel her expression towards Maya was so fierce?]

[Lazy Carrot: It doesn’t matter what kind of house they stay in; what matters is grabbing that stone! These celebrities have stayed in all kinds of places, I am more excited to see them find the stone!]

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"Next is the usual inspection and checking operation, please hand over all bags, especially electronic devices and—snacks for personal use."

The tour guide said this with his gaze pausing on Maya for a few seconds.

With previous experience, the guests quickly handed over their luggage. Maya did the same, unlike before when she was reluctant to part with her baggage, she was now decisive without any hesitation.

An employee weighed the backpack in his hand with surprise: "Ms. Maya, did you only bring this one package?"

Maya nodded honestly.

"Really?" The staff seemed a bit anxious.

Perhaps Maya’s past sneaking snacks had left a deep impression.

"This is all I brought, don’t worry."

The employee hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded: "...Alright."

Maya felt a bit sad; did her appearance seem untrustworthy? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Thank you all guests for cooperating! The drawing results are here. Next, you can follow the staff to your accommodations! Remember our mission—find the ’Return Stone’ in Stonewell."

"Finding the ’Return Stone’ shouldn’t be especially difficult; I hope you get along well with the villagers and have a pleasant few days—I look forward to your performance."

Maya now had empty hands, she raised her hand pointing to the village ahead: "Let’s go."

"Alright." Miles nodded.

Walking along the rural path, cool breezes occasionally passed by. Wildflowers were fragrant and slogans adorned the red banners.

"Y’all are here to record a TV show, right?"

An elderly lady with a basket approached, holding her five-year-old grandson’s hand. Her demeanor was friendly and she was unfazed by the camera.

Maya nodded slowly: "Yes, ma’am."

The lady praised them as she examined them: "Everyone says celebrities look good, and it’s true seeing you." Her voice had a slight local accent, but the intention was clear.

"Look how pretty this young lady is..."

When seeing Miles, the lady’s eyes opened wider: "Oh my... this young man must be a foreigner!"

Miles had distinct Western features, with sharp features and sapphire-blue eyes like magnificent gemstones.

"No, I’m Celestian."

He spoke clearly and fluently without any foreign accent.

The lady then realized: "Oh... I get it, you must be mixed race!"

Miles nodded.

"How long will you be here filming the show?"

Maya thought about how they needed to find the ’Return Stone’ to leave thus making their stay indefinite; staying a few days was uncertain.

"Probably five or six days."

The lady nodded knowingly, saying with a smile: "Well, our scenery is beautiful, and the people are warm; I’m sure you’ll like it here!"

Maya replied with a smile: "Ma’am, are you going to buy groceries?"

"Groceries? Oh no... these are homegrown, look how fresh these tomatoes and radishes are."

Maya glanced over, seeing the red tomatoes still with dew bits, and the carrots had traces of dried soil on them.

After speaking, she pushed the basket towards Maya: "Come, young lady, take these home; they’re very fresh! Grown without pesticides, you can’t forget the taste after trying!"

Maya refused: "Ma’am, you should take these fresh veggies home to eat."

"Oh don’t be polite, we’ve got plenty in the fields! Take them, it’s hard to come a long way!"

Maya paused for a moment from her smile, then accepted them: "Thank you, ma’am."

"What’s there to thank for a few tomatoes? They’re really cheap!"

Maya passed part of the tomatoes to Miles, holding two radishes herself, then returned the basket to the lady: "We’ve got enough, here’s your basket back, ma’am."

"It’s just one basket; take it all!" The lady glanced at her watch and said, "Oh dear, it’s time to pick up my grandson. Let’s chat next time, ma’am, I must go now."

With that, she briskly left, pulling her grandson along.

Maya felt the weight of the basket in her hand, noting: "It’s quite nice here."

Miles nodded: "Indeed."

Following the staff’s guidance, Maya and Miles found their way to the supposedly abandoned shack that hadn’t been lived in for nine years.

Staring at the dusty, peeling wooden door, Maya stepped forward, reaching out her hand.

"Wait." Miles said: "Let me handle this, you take a rest."

"No need."

With a creaking sound, Maya pushed open the door. A lot of dust fell from above, making her cough several times.

The musty smell overwhelmed Miles, prompting him to cover his nose, handing his mask to Maya: "It’s a little choking, wear this."

Maya took it and put it on: "Weren’t these handed over?"

"I kept it in my pocket."

Miles strode to Maya: "Senior, stand behind me."

Fortunately, the room wasn’t as bad as imagined. It was small but had basic furniture, a typical four-bedroom, one-living-room setup.

However, the furniture hadn’t been used and was covered with a thick layer of dust; the style suggested it was popular a few years back.