Chapter 357: Chapter 357

Quinn Lockwood finished reading the email, her face turning pale with anger.

If you want to disqualify someone, just say it, why beat around the bush?

She understood the mindset of these organizers all too well.

They are opportunists, flattering those in power and stepping on the weak.

If not for her relationship with Elias Sinclair and the influence of The Lowell Group, these organizers would have blacklisted her long ago.

She remembered vividly how those newcomers were scolded mercilessly when they made mistakes. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel✦fire.net

Great, so all of you think I’m done for, right?

Then I’ll show you what it means to be reborn from the ashes.

With the connections Savannah Lowell had in the entertainment industry and the help of Wade Lynch and others, Quinn successfully dug up information about that judge, his company, and his frequent haunts.

Gabriel Zane, the founder of Joule Dance Academy, a seasoned dancer.

Quinn Lockwood looked at the information she gathered about Gabriel Zane, her eyes dark and deep.

The next morning, Quinn was at the entrance of the dance academy, waiting for Gabriel Zane to appear.

Crossing her arms, she leaned against the gate, and from a distance, she saw a very tall, slender man approaching.

The man was wearing a long black coat, walking quickly yet lightly, clearly having a dancer’s grace.

As Gabriel Zane approached the academy and saw someone standing at the gate, he quickened his pace, thinking she was a student attending class.

But upon recognizing Quinn’s face, he instantly halted and tried to head in another direction.

"Mr. Zane, where do you think you’re going?" Quinn stood up straight, her smile as radiant as a flower, her voice sweet and soft.

Gabriel Zane’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, but he turned his body towards her, feigning surprise.

"It’s you? What a coincidence, are you here for class?"

"Quite a coincidence indeed." Quinn’s smile faded, her eyes cold as she looked at Gabriel, speaking.

"But there aren’t that many coincidences in this world, just like our encounter in the dressing room a couple of days ago."

"Mr. Zane, can you tell me why it was such a coincidence?" Quinn stepped closer step by step, her probing gaze fixated on Gabriel Zane, carrying a touch of chill.

Gabriel Zane took a step back, tiny beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead: "I’m really sorry, that day was truly a mistake, I mistook you for someone else."

"I know this incident troubled you, and I apologize again, I’m sincerely sorry." Gabriel Zane bowed deeply to Quinn, his demeanor earnest and remorseful.

Quinn watched him coldly, making no motion to stop him.

She wasn’t here today to listen to his apologies, was she!

"Mr. Zane, tell me, who did you mistake me for?"

"And judging by what you said that day, it seems you’ve been acquainted with her for a while. Couldn’t you distinguish that our voices are different?"

Quinn paused, though raising her head to look at the man before her, her presence inexplicably commanding, making Gabriel Zane feel an urge to submit.

Gabriel awkwardly smiled, hastily explaining: "It’s not appropriate for me to reveal her name."

"I mistook you because your performance was advanced, coinciding with her slot, and your outfits were quite similar, so I confused you two."

"As for the voice... she and I only meet occasionally for... ’fun,’ and we barely talk during those meetings, so..."

"I’m not really familiar with her voice." Gabriel grinned awkwardly, avoiding making eye contact with Quinn.

Quinn didn’t need to think twice to know this was all lies.

There were too many flaws to count.

How could it be such a coincidence that she replaced some starlet seducing the judge?

While the real person involved seemed to continue living happily without consequence.

This event surely couldn’t be just a coincidence.

There’s a high possibility that there’s no such actress enticing the judge, and everything was orchestrated to fall on her shoulders.

Who would normally choose a dressing room for such antics!

"If that’s truly the case, you better clear my name quickly."

"You’ve been hiding like a turtle for so long, it’s time to step up." Quinn’s gaze was sharp as she looked at Gabriel Zane, her delicate face now as cold as ice.

Upon hearing this, Gabriel Zane quickly raised his head to look at Quinn, taken aback, stammering: "Miss Lowell, I really didn’t know it was you, this... I..."

"I’m quite curious to know who your partner in crime is." Quinn said, raising an eyebrow, an enigmatic smile on her face.

She was right, the situation wasn’t simple at all.

If not for the urgent nature of this situation, she would have meticulously discussed some details with Gabriel Zane.

Gabriel’s hand in his coat pocket clenched into a fist, his palm damp with sweat.

"Alright, Miss Lowell, I’ll clear things up."

"How would you like me to do it?" Gabriel eventually relented, several thoughts flashing through his mind quickly, opting to first agree with Quinn.

Although Quinn was struggling in the entertainment industry, her status still held power.

Even if not a star, she could easily be a wealthy housewife at home, just by voicing some orders or whispering to Mr. Sinclair, and they could change people’s lives.

"When the time is right, I will let you know what to do."

"I’m still missing one person involved." Quinn’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze icy.

The makeup artist, she remembered her name was Linda, a crucial witness.

When Quinn found Linda’s company, she was informed that Linda was off today.

Linda’s residence being somewhat remote, Quinn had Cameron Grant drive her there.

"Linda, I’m done giving you chances, today if you don’t repay the money, I’ll end you."

"No, first let my brothers have a little fun with you."

Quinn and Cameron had just entered the hallway when they heard loud cursing from upstairs.

"Come on, brothers, who goes first? You over there, smash that!" As the rough voice finished, the sound of glass shattering rang out.

Quinn and Cameron exchanged a look and hurriedly quickened their pace.

Quinn ran up the stairs almost two at a time; Cameron hurried to follow, worried she might get hurt.

"What are you doing? I called the police!" Cameron was a step too late to stop Quinn.