Chapter 363: Chapter 363

Before Quinn Lockwood could react, Linda shrank a little and moved aside, her timid voice trembling: "I saw it at the time, and then Savannah Lowell threatened me not to speak out, otherwise, otherwise she would make sure I couldn’t survive."

"Linda, you..." Quinn Lockwood stared at Linda in disbelief, her fingertips trembling with shock and anger.

Linda glanced at Quinn Lockwood stealthily and hurriedly retracted her gaze.

Her hand clenched tightly into a fist behind her back, seemingly a bit guilty.

"You’re talking nonsense!" Quinn Lockwood didn’t know what to say; she only felt as if the blood in her entire body was flowing backward, her head dizzy, unable to utter a single word.

Down below, the reporters and media suddenly erupted, raising their machines and microphones, surging towards Quinn Lockwood.

Linda quickly stepped back two steps, seeing the large crowd of reporters pushing and shouting, trying to pull Quinn Lockwood back. She hesitated for a moment and then turned to leave.

Quinn Lockwood was pushed into a corner by the reporters, her dress of splendid brocade already dirtied by the trampling. The jade beads hanging at her waist clashed against one another with tinkling sounds as Quinn Lockwood was jostled.

"Miss Lowell, does Mr. Sinclair know about this?"

"Miss Lowell, when did you start a relationship with this judge?"

The reporters, like eager shoppers in a supermarket, crowded around Quinn Lockwood, bombarding her with questions, the microphones nearly hitting her face.

"All reporters must immediately leave the banquet hall, or else lose membership privileges!" A clear and powerful voice sounded from the stage microphone at that moment.

People turned towards the voice and saw Dylan Quinn standing solemnly on the stage, wearing a navy blue suit, holding the organizer’s work card in his hand.

Following Dylan Quinn, a row of security personnel stepped forth from behind, skillfully separating the reporters from the stage.

The reporters still wanted to continue but had to abandon their inquiries due to being blacklisted from the show.

"Savannah, come with me." Dylan Quinn quickly descended from the stage, extending his hand towards Quinn Lockwood, who was cornered against the wall.

Quinn Lockwood hadn’t had time to react before Dylan Quinn held her hand, supporting her and rapidly leaving the venue.

A few security personnel closely followed behind them.

Meanwhile, being taken to the hospital, Ariana Lynch was having quite the fit.

"It hurts so much, drive more steadily." Ariana Lynch lay in the nanny car, lifting her arm scratched by the vase fragments, appearing venomous.

"And you, why didn’t you tell me that bitch Savannah Lowell would attend the event? What were you doing when we argued?"

"I paid you to solve problems for me, not to freeload!" Ariana Lynch looked at Philip Chandler with a twisted face, raising herself to scold him.

Philip Chandler looked outside the car window, an angry flicker flashing briefly across his brows, which quickly subdued.

He turned to look at Ariana Lynch in the back seat, saying apologetically: "I’m sorry, Miss Lynch, I’ll be more careful next time."

"Sorry, I’m sick of hearing apologies!" Ariana Lynch nearly went mad. Latest content publıshed on N0velFire.ɴet

Dammit, why was she surrounded by useless fools?

The wounds on her arms and back burned, and Ariana Lynch looked at Philip Chandler, who was silent and bowed, with uncontrollable anger.

If Philip dared to retort or explain, at least she could argue with him a bit, using her status to press him down, and her mood might improve slightly.

But every time Ariana Lynch got angry, Philip Chandler never spoke up against her, no matter how harshly she cursed.

"Useless thing." Ariana Lynch glared at Philip Chandler disdainfully, then closed her eyes to rest.

Philip Chandler saw that Ariana Lynch no longer paid attention to him, turned around his body, and a cold gleam shot out in the rearview mirror.

Scold all you want, the harsher you scold now, the more miserable you’ll cry later.

"Ariana, congratulations on your wedding."

"Do you know how she died..."

As soon as Ariana Lynch closed her eyes, Quinn Lockwood’s husky voice began resonating in her mind.

That moment of resentful and eerie eyes, was it her illusion or?

Ariana Lynch abruptly opened her eyes, enduring the pain as she picked up her phone, hurriedly dialed Jonah Hansen’s number.

Whether it was her illusion or hallucination, she could feel that Quinn Lockwood certainly knew something.

"Ariana, has the party ended? I’ll come to pick you up." Jonah Hansen was working overtime in his office when he heard the phone ring and impatiently frowned.

But upon seeing the call from Ariana Lynch, he immediately asked with a soothing and gentle voice.

"Who knows if it’s over!"

"That bitch Savannah Lowell just pushed me down. I got injured and now heading to the hospital."

Ariana Lynch’s fair face trembled intensely with anger, her gaze fixed on a spot, as if trying to see through something.

"What? You were pushed down? Then..." Jonah Hansen sounded extremely worried, seemingly wanting to inquire more about Ariana Lynch’s situation, but was interrupted.

"Do you know, Savannah Lowell actually knows... knows about that woman named Quinn." Ariana Lynch lowered her voice, her gaze subtly assessing the expressions of the driver and Philip Chandler ahead.

Seeing Philip Chandler still calmly staring out the window, she continued.

"Today, in front of so many media people, she unexpectedly mentioned my acquaintance with Quinn Lockwood, and even asked if I knew how Quinn Lockwood died."

"And her gaze was particularly cold, like a ghost from hell."

"Do you think she knows... knows something?" After Ariana Lynch spoke, she suddenly felt a chill, fearfully hunched her shoulders, without caring about the pain pulling at her wounds.

She seemed to see that night she personally pushed Quinn Lockwood into the fire, her last glance at Quinn Lockwood was exactly that cold gaze.

Jonah Hansen suddenly froze, his hand writing documents trembled, leaving a long scratch on the contract paper.

Meanwhile, the beautiful and charming face of Savannah Lowell began to appear in Jonah Hansen’s mind, comparing the current Quinn Lockwood with the deceased one.

They were both stunning beauties, clear apricot eyes, cherry blossom-like pink lips, and graceful demeanor.

It’s a pity that Quinn Lockwood was indeed beautiful, but a chaste and fierce woman unapproachable, if not for the fact that she looked pleasing and had value to him, Jonah Hansen wouldn’t have restrained his nature to be with her for so long.