Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 364: The Missing Witness

Don’t worry, Quinn Lockwood, as your forr boyfriend, I will take care of everything in the company for you.

Jonah Hansen’s lips curled into an eerie smile, seemingly a bit smug.

"It’s impossible, don’t overthink it, Savannah Lowell’s network is intricate, knowing Quinn Lockwood is quite normal." Jonah swiveled the boss chair and tossed the wrongly signed contract into the trash can.

They had done that thing flawlessly, unless Quinn Lockwood ca back to life, no one else would know besides the two of them.

Ariana Lynch heard Jonah defending Quinn Lockwood, and the anger she had just managed to suppress flared up again.

"What do you an? You don’t believe what I say, but Savannah hasn’t even said a word, and you’re already speaking up for her?" Ariana raised an eyebrow, her facial features twisting.

She knew Jonah had a thing for Savannah Lowell!

"I didn’t, I was just telling you the facts, don’t get angry." Jonah furrowed his brows impatiently, unable to stand Ariana’s inexplicable temper.

Ariana snorted, then darkly said, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, even if Savannah is good-looking, so what? That bitch back then wasn’t any worse, and you were still eyeing another while eating from your bowl."

"Let tell you, Jonah, you’re now engaged to , Ariana Lynch, the future successor of The Lockwood Group."

"You better behave yourself, if you dare ss around, you know the consequences."

Ariana’s hoarse voice carried a hint of gritted malice, as if the person on the other end was not her boyfriend, but an accessory.

Jonah’s face had turned quite unpleasant.

He clenched one hand into a fist on the table, eyes dark.

"How could I do such a thing? Don’t be mad, it’s bad for the baby. Where’s your hospital address? I’ll co to see you." Jonah tried his best to sound unaffected.

Just bear it for a while longer.

Once they’re actually married, he’d find a way to make Ariana obey.

Jonah’s gaze fell on a photo of him and Ariana on the table, feeling inexplicably annoyed, he flipped the photo face-down.

On the other end, Ariana sneered, indifferently gave her address, and then hung up the phone.

Not a single one brings her peace.

Holding the phone, Ariana felt uneasy.

There must be sothing off with Savannah Lowell, she’s definitely aware of sothing.

Recalling Quinn Lockwood’s saying to believe it might exist rather than dismissing it, and that fleeting wicked look, made Ariana shiver.

No, she must ensure everything is foolproof.

Looks like she must find a way to get rid of Savannah Lowell...

But Savannah Lowell is not as easy to deal with as Quinn Lockwood. Careful planning is needed.

anwhile, Quinn Lockwood was inside Dylan Quinn’s nanny van.

"The phone’s off! This is too much." Quinn wanted to ask Linda why she turned on her but found the phone constantly off.

Clutching the phone, Quinn dialed again and again, her face pale with anger, shoulders slightly trembling.

How could she betray her like this!

Dylan, looking worriedly at Quinn Lockwood beside him, furrowed his brows deeply: "Savannah, don’t worry, there will be a way to solve this."

"We’ve overco so many setbacks before, this ti will be no different."

Dylan smiled warmly, though his hand on his leg gripped tightly, he couldn’t have predicted today’s turn of events.

He felt things were getting increasingly complicated, his distinct hands raised, wanting to pat Quinn’s shoulder but hesitated mid-air.

His worry seed not just the kind to want her safely behind him, sorting out troubles for her.

But a willingness to go through hell or high water for a friend.

Yeah, weren’t they always just best friends and golden partners!

Thinking so, Dylan’s mouth curled slightly, he then patted Quinn’s shoulder just as exuberantly as before.

"If you need help, reach out anyti, count on to be there."

Quinn, initially sternly pondering past events, upon hearing Dylan’s words, shot him a fierce look: "Oh please."

"You’re busier than I am with schedules, how could you be at my beck and call? I’ll find Sierra instead!"

Dylan briefly showed an embarrassed smile, and then shook his head helplessly: "Alright, I just ant to show my sincerity. I’ll give it my all if I’m able to help."

Watching Dylan, Quinn’s serious face suddenly softened, a mischievous smile on her lips: "Since that’s the case, thanks in advance."

"Well then, have your driver take to Eastborough Estates first."

Quinn raised her eyebrows, teasingly watching Dylan.

Surprised by how quickly Quinn sent him on an errand, Dylan paused briefly, then shook his head with resignation: "You, you."

"Let’s go, Mr. Chandler, to Eastborough."

Dylan accompanied Quinn to Gabriel Zane’s residence only to find the door firmly locked.

Quinn knocked for a long ti with no response, until a neighbor told them Gabriel hadn’t been back for days.

With no other options, they went to his school, discovering it had a new principal, and Gabriel had left the country.

What’s happening?

Both direct witnesses suddenly vanished?

Quinn’s eyes narrowed, realizing it wasn’t simple. She clasped her hands, brow furrowed tightly.

"Do you know where Mr. Zane went? Immigration or vacation?" Quinn suppressed her anger, continuing to inquire.

She wasn’t willing to abandon any clues or hope.

"Sorry miss, we don’t know either. Several booked students inquired too. We couldn’t reach Mr. Zane via phone," the receptionist apologetically explained to Quinn, unable to help further.

"Regarding tuition issues, we can refund you," they offered cautiously, presenting a ledger to Quinn.