Chapter 362: Chapter 362

"Be careful, Ariana." Quinn Lockwood grabbed Ariana Lynch’s arm, her tone gentle yet with a hint of urgency.

Quinn Lockwood pretended to pull Ariana Lynch up with force, but when her body was about to straighten, she suddenly let go of her hand.

Then, there was a painful scream from a woman; Ariana Lynch fell completely onto the shattered pieces of the vase, and beads of sweat rolled down from the pain.

"Who are you?" Ariana Lynch ignored her own wound and asked, enduring the pain.

Quinn Lockwood looked down at the messy figure of Ariana Lynch on the ground, and said slowly and deliberately, "I am, of course, Savannah Lowell."

"Somebody come help, Ariana is hurt, where’s Philip Chandler, her agent? Take Ariana to see a doctor immediately." Quinn Lockwood glanced at Ariana Lynch with sharp eyes.

Philip Chandler rushed over from another area of the lounge, helping the disheveled Ariana Lynch up.

In her current state, Ariana Lynch certainly wouldn’t be able to participate in the show.

Shortly after Ariana Lynch was taken away, the main event of the red carpet show officially began. No one paid her any mind, since today’s event had a well-known focal point.

The show began with some professional models and new artists to warm up the atmosphere, followed by a showcase from least to most prominent.

Quinn Lockwood’s stage time was set during the prime closing segment.

As soon as Quinn Lockwood took the stage, everyone was shocked, as if they had an illusion of traveling through time.

It seemed like it wasn’t Quinn Lockwood walking toward them, but the empress from the grandeur of The Crimson Citadel, majestic and imposing.

Though not wearing an imperial robe, the grandeur of this splendid attire was already comparable to one, even surpassing it.

Just the emerald on the hair ornament could earn them a year’s worth.

Almost all the cameramen and photographers focused their lenses on Quinn Lockwood, asking her to linger a bit longer on the red carpet, as they hadn’t taken enough photos.

This was an unprecedented honor; even the most significant stars who closed the show merely stayed on stage a little longer.

But Quinn Lockwood could stop and stand still, allowing reporters and photographers to take pictures.

Many lesser-known individuals would often create embarrassing incidents, like dropping clothes, just to linger a few extra seconds on the red carpet.

The major reporters, who had no chance to interview Quinn Lockwood backstage, seized this opportunity and bombarded her with scandal questions.

"Miss Lowell, did you really have an abortion before being with Mr. Sinclair? Was the child Mr. Sinclair’s or someone else’s?"

At that moment, a female reporter threw out a heavy question, and the other reporters in attendance immediately quieted down, afraid to miss a word.

"You can eat randomly, but words must be spoken carefully. If you are particularly curious and not afraid of trouble, you can check my medical records from childhood at the health bureau."

"If viewing the records is difficult, you can contact my lawyer." Quinn Lockwood stood calmly on stage, her smile unwavering, but her beautiful eyes exuded a trace of chill.

No matter how the reporters questioned her, she was sincere and without guilt.

"Miss Lowell, your trending news has been on X for several days. Why hasn’t Mr. Sinclair come forward or clarified this matter for you?"

"Does this mean you have really betrayed Mr. Sinclair? When do you plan to divorce?" Another female reporter asked sharply.

"Elias is in Italica these days dealing with the branch company’s affairs. Please do not worry, the truth of this matter will soon be revealed. At the upcoming banquet, I will have the concerned judge and eyewitness explain the truth clearly to everyone."

Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s composed and confident demeanor, the reporters refrained from asking overly sharp questions.

After all, they would know the truth at the banquet.

Quinn Lockwood sent people to bring over Gabriel Zane and Linda, and as the banquet started, she walked directly onto the stage.

"I’m sorry to disturb everyone’s enjoyment."

"I would like to take this opportunity to clarify the concerns of all the reporters." Quinn Lockwood slightly bowed to the reporters below, her gaze sweeping quickly over everyone, but Gabriel Zane was nowhere to be seen.

Strange, where did he go?

Quinn Lockwood thought Gabriel Zane might have wandered off somewhere else or gone to the restroom.

"Bring Gabriel Zane over here." Quinn Lockwood walked to the edge of the stage and said to the assistant below.

At the banquet, besides some reporters waiting for the big news, various levels of celebrities quietly waited for the tide to turn.

Standing on stage overlooking the different expressions of the crowd, Quinn Lockwood suddenly felt unease.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, with no sign of the assistant returning, whispers began to spread among the audience.

Linda, standing below the stage, looked at Quinn Lockwood, tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, shrinking her shoulders, unwilling to let Quinn Lockwood see her.

Just then, Quinn Lockwood’s assistant finally rushed over, looking anxious and said, "Gabriel Zane is missing!"

Quinn Lockwood’s eyes immediately filled with tension.

He’s actually missing!

Though she speculated about the specific reason for his disappearance, Quinn Lockwood decided to activate Plan B.

Quinn Lockwood’s gaze bore a deep look as she searched around for Linda.

Upon seeing Linda’s huddled figure with her head down, Quinn Lockwood felt somewhat relieved.

Luckily, Linda was still there.

Though Linda’s testimony wouldn’t be as potent and credible as Gabriel Zane’s, as long as the first step was initiated, everything else would be easier for Quinn Lockwood to handle.

Linda stood below, seemingly hesitant, stepping back and forth several times, yet ultimately gave in under everyone’s gaze, moving inch by inch onto the stage.

"I..." Linda pursed her lips tightly, keeping her head down for a while before glancing at Quinn Lockwood.

Quinn Lockwood smiled at Linda, signaling her to continue with encouragement.

Linda clenched her fists. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Quinn Lockwood felt that Linda’s gaze held a tinge of guilt when looking at her.

"I...I actually saw Savannah Lowell in the fitting room."

"Doing those things with the judge repeatedly." Linda gripped the microphone tightly, never lifting her head to look at Quinn Lockwood or the camera.

Upon hearing Linda’s words, the hopeful look in Quinn Lockwood’s eyes instantly turned into shock.

No, that’s not it, what is she saying!