Chapter 195: Chapter 195

Philip Chandler told Quinn Lockwood that Ariana Lynch was heading to the outskirts of the city to shoot on location in the mountains, and the conditions were quite harsh. Whether it goes smoothly or not, it’s estimated to take two or three days of filming.

Moreover, the weather forecast showed a fifty percent chance of rain there, leaving the crew uncertain whether to postpone the shooting.

Upon hearing this news, Quinn Lockwood’s almond-shaped eyes gently lowered, masking a flash of indescribable light: "Then the first thing I must ask you to do is ensure that Ariana goes to the mountains for filming."

Philip Chandler glanced at the files beside him and nodded.

Sure enough, after returning that night, the director informed Quinn Lockwood that her group could rest for a few days while he went with the other actors to film on location.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t actually stay idle at home; after packing some necessary ’props,’ she and a few hired ’staff’ rented an entire hotel in a small town not far from the foot of Mount Liran.

She feared people from the crew might also find this hotel, so she rented it under the guise of a Japanese business tourist, informing the owner she preferred to keep a low profile.

Luckily, Quinn Lockwood had passed the N2 level in Japanese while preparing to study in Cipango, avoiding being suspected.

She genuinely didn’t expect the hotel’s owner to understand Japanese!

At this point, it started raining heavily outside, and Quinn Lockwood received a call from Philip Chandler before she had a chance to eat.

"Miss King, we’re on Mount Liran, caught in a downpour, and the car stalled."

Quinn told Philip Chandler to call her Miss King over the phone.

’King’ pronounced like ’lock,’ she feared someone else might overhear him mentioning the name Savannah Lowell, which could easily lead to her.

"Find an excuse to leave, and preferably take everyone with you." Quinn Lockwood said before quickly gathering her things and heading up the mountain with several ’assistants.’

Philip Chandler, using the excuse of going down the mountain to fetch help, took the flashlight from the toolbox and set off with the driver for assistance.

At this time, Ariana Lynch sat in the back seat, fuming, believing Philip Chandler wasn’t as capable as rumored!

How could a so-called stellar agent fail in preparation for this trip? Not only did the rain delay filming, but the car also stalled. If help didn’t arrive soon, was she supposed to stay in the car indefinitely?

Suddenly, something seemed to flit past the corner of her eye outside. Upon closer inspection, it was nothing, just sheer darkness.

It appeared her mind was clouded with frustration.

Picking up her phone to scroll through the latest entertainment news, Ariana Lynch was startled by a sudden tapping on the car window. She thought Philip Chandler had returned.

"Back so soon? Obviously, he didn’t find anyone," frowning, just as she was about to impatiently question, she saw a bloodied, scarred face pressed against the window staring at her, with large grinning lips and fresh red liquid slowly seeping out. The rıghtful source is ⓝovelFire.net

With a piercing scream loud enough to tear eardrums, Ariana Lynch tightly gripped her phone, attempting to call Philip Chandler, but her violent trembling made unlocking the screen impossible.

The gruesome face retreated a bit, the body swayed twice unsteadily, and Ariana Lynch heard the sound of the car door handle being fiddled with.

"No, no, go away, ah—" Ariana Lynch’s eyes widened in terror, she frantically kicked towards the other car door, pushing it open, only to collapse weakly on the muddy ground outside.

Disregarding the mire and rain, Ariana Lynch mustered all her strength to crawl forward desperately: "It wasn’t me who killed you, don’t come to me, it was Jonah Hansen, go find him."

"Hee hee." The grotesque laugh of the ghost echoed behind her, terrifying Ariana Lynch so much she nearly collapsed entirely, noticing the ghost bore waist-length hair, its face’s skin nearly falling off, the clothes tattered with burned holes, causing her to almost break down completely.

This was unmistakably the appearance of someone burned to death.

"I told you not to come after me, the one who set the fire was Jonah Hansen, not me, I had meant to buy you a grave, but I..."

"Ah— I’ll buy you a grave now, ah—" Ariana Lynch curled into a ball, covering her head, breaking down completely, wailing non-stop, her lips trembling so violently they left her words barely intelligible.

Her face and body were coated in mud and grass, her hair a tangled mess, her clothes drenched and sticking closely to her body, far removed from the image of a wealthy socialite and star.

"Ariana." At this point, Philip Chandler hurried over with a few people, pulling Ariana Lynch up from the ground, yet she kept screaming and staggering backwards.

"It wasn’t me, don’t come to me, I’ll burn paper money for you." Ariana Lynch kept her eyes clenched shut, rain flowing through the gaps in her lips.

Philip Chandler, with the help of another person, lifted her from the ground, loudly saying: "Ariana Lynch, it’s me, Philip Chandler, your agent!"

Ariana Lynch snapped her eyes open, looking towards the car window but nothing was there, no trace left behind.

"What were you muttering about just now? I think I heard something about burning paper money?" Philip Chandler asked, gripping Ariana Lynch’s shoulders, puzzled.

Ariana Lynch’s body shook, her pupils contracting involuntarily; she took two steps aside, her legs trembling like reeds, her gaze nervously darting around.

"I was just babbling." Before Ariana Lynch even managed to reopen the car door, the phone left on the seat began to ring.

It was an unknown number calling.

"Hello, who is this?" Ariana Lynch sat back in the seat, answering the phone, wiping the water dripping from her hair. Her throat was hoarse from earlier screaming.

On the other end, there was a faint, hoarse laugh, the ghostly resonance evoking a chill in Ariana Lynch as if the voice came from hell.

"I’m back; I’ve been watching you." The caller’s voice whimpered with a haunting lament, eerie and ragged whispers chilling Ariana Lynch to the bone.

With another scream, Ariana Lynch threw the phone aside, clutching her ears, kicking her feet in a frenzied panic, tears or rain streaming down her face indistinguishably.

Quinn Lockwood stood in transparent rainwear behind a thick tree, pocketing her phone, her lips curling into a cold, ominous smile.

The task completed, Quinn Lockwood returned to the hotel, packed her things, and left, paying the hotel owner as usual but urging them to keep her presence in China confidential.

"Miss Keiko, we look forward to your next visit." The hotel owner gave Quinn Lockwood a formal bow, beaming like a radiant sunflower.