Chapter 327 He was truly in love with Lola!

Penelope really felt her heart was being unreasonable. Zackary was already her ex-husband and ex-boyfriend. She kept telling herself, "Who cares about an ex-boyfriend!"

She could see Lola's lips inching closer to Zackary's, and watching their loving harmony, she still felt as if her heart had been pierced.

She turned her face away, refusing to look at their affectionate behavior.

As for her match...

She just admitted defeat.

Just as Penelope was about to tell the director that she was giving up, the director's cry of pain echoed in the air.

Hearing the director's voice, Penelope quickly looked in his direction, only to see Lola, who should have been passionately kissing Zackary, had unexpectedly bumped into him.

The director's nose was hit hard by the back of Lola's head. He covered his nose tightly, grimacing in pain.

"Zackary...."

When Lola realized that Zackary had left her behind again, her tears fell directly in a sense of grievance.

"Lola..." Zackary stared blankly at his empty hands, slowly lifting his face to look at Lola with a guilt-ridden expression. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't utter any words of comfort.

Zackary really didn't mean to push Lola away.

He felt that since Penelope was so eager to kiss Everett, he certainly had to act as if he was very eager to kiss Lola in front of her.

It would be best to spend a few hours with Lola, just to infuriate that ungrateful woman, Penelope.

However, thinking was one thing, and doing was another.

He had already gritted his teeth, planning to have an inseparable battle with Lola. But at the moment when her lips were about to touch his, all the mental preparations he had made for himself vanished into thin air.

Even before his brain had a chance to react, his body instinctively took action.

He pushed Lola away harshly, as if he was throwing away a hot potato.

"Zackary, why are you treating me like this?" Lola saw that Zackary didn't even say a word of comfort to her, she felt even more wronged in her heart, and eventually, she couldn't help but cry.

Richard hurriedly let go of Lola, innocently covering his own nose. In fact, he also really wanted to ask Zackary why he treated his nose like this.

One could imagine the extent of Mr. Zackary's brutality, he dared not ask this question.

Why did they treat her like this?

Zackary looked at Lola in front of him with a complex gaze. He didn't want to touch her, because the thought of kissing her repulsed him from the bottom of his heart. Because, the person in his heart, was not her.

In that case, the more explanations given, the more hurtful it would be. Zackary simply chose not to explain at all.

He ignored Lola and spoke emotionlessly to the director, "Cancel this segment!"

"What?!" The director exclaimed in disbelief.

This segment was cancelled, then what's next?! We surely can't just stand here, staring at each other, can we?

The director was so anxious that he was almost in tears.

"This segment was cancelled!"

Zackary repeated himself, then continued to speak righteously, "This kind of segment will corrupt minors! You only care about making money from the show, but don't care about corrupting the next generation of our country. Do you have any sense of public morality?!"

When Zackary said this, he was truly righteous and awe-inspiring, even the director was stunned.

He thought Mr. Zackary's words were excellent, full of righteousness, and flawless.

But after he finished speaking, he thought carefully and felt that something seemed a bit off.

This was purely a love show for them! If there wasn't even a single kiss, what kind of love show would it be?!

The director wanted to cry.

But the boss had already said, he couldn't corrupt the next generation of the country, so he could only grit his teeth and pretend to be innocent.

"Right!" Richard stiffly laughed and slapped his thigh hard, "Mr. Zackary is absolutely right! In what we do, we can't just think about making money, we have to consider the next generation of our country!"

To prove that he really agreed with Zackary's words, he even patted a staff member next to him, "Look at Mr. Zackary's awareness! Always thinking about the next generation of our country! Learn from him in the future!"

The named show planner wanted to cry but had no tears. A dating show where you can't kiss, hug, or lift each other up might as well be changed to a singles show!

The director wanted to flatter Zackary, but the show had to go on. He spoke up timidly, "Mr. Zackary, since this segment has been cancelled, what should we do next..."

"I saw apples in the greenhouse, an apple picking competition wouldn't be bad!"

Apple picking competition...

Indeed, there were quite a few ripe apples in the greenhouse now, but compared to hugging and lifting up high, what was so interesting about picking apples?!

The director was very sad.

He still had more ideas for the show. Suddenly, an idea struck him, "Richard, there's a market nearby. We can have the guests sell the apples they've picked at the market!"

With a hint from the program planner, Richard immediately set the rules for this segment of the competition.

Three groups of guests transported the apples they had picked to the market for sale. Everyone had lunch together at the market. For dinner, the production team only provided ingredients for the champion group.

In other words, the two teams that didn't win the championship would have to go hungry.

As for Lyman, he could help whichever group he wanted to sell, and he could eat dinner however he wanted. After all, he was a single man with no one to care for him! Without a woman to care for him, the production team had to!

The money earned from selling apples was used to prepare a surprise for the female guest by the male guest tonight.

Originally, the director was quite worried about the show's ratings after the kissing contest, such a gimmicky segment, was cancelled. However, after arriving at the greenhouse, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the domineering CEO picking apples was even more interesting than the kissing contest.

Who would have thought that the usually aloof and unparalleled elites could also roll up their sleeves and use the hands that signed billion-dollar documents to pick bright red apples one by one.

Only one group could have dinner, the competition was really fierce. Penelope didn't dare to slack off at all, she went all out to pick apples.

After all, the apples below were limited, so she directly climbed up the trunk to pick some from above.

The greenhouse was somewhat stuffy, and Penelope was working so vigorously that a layer of fine sweat beads seeped out on her forehead. She wiped her sweat and was about to hand over a few large apples she had picked to Lyman, when she noticed Everett staring at her unblinkingly.

Penelope felt that what he seemed to be staring at was her hand.

Her hand, nothing special to look at, he must have wanted to eat that big red apple she had just picked.

An apple, she could still afford it.

With her eyelids half-lowered, she looked at him, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "Mr. Murray, you want an apple, don't you? This apple, it's for you!"

"Kemp, you wanted an apple, didn't you? This apple, it's for you!"

Kemp's body suddenly stiffened, who?! Who was speaking?!

Why did he always feel that he had forgotten something very, very important?! What on earth had he forgotten?!