Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 367: Harvest

Linda suddenly stopped in her tracks and fearfully lowered her head.

"What exactly do you want to forgive you for? For being hunted down, or for lying and falsely accusing ?" Quinn Lockwood asked, her clear eyes carrying a hint of coldness, her face solemn and cold.

She knew sothing was definitely wrong with Linda.

Linda was extrely flustered inside, taking a few fearful steps back, biting her lip tightly.

"No, I didn’t..." Linda nervously shook her head, finally mustering the courage to look up at Quinn Lockwood.

Quinn Lockwood’s face was somber, slowly moving closer to Linda, her tone as cold as ice: "Don’t try to deny it, you always bite your lip when you’re nervous."

A shrewd light flashed in her eyes. Quinn Lockwood thought of the recent events Linda faced—the loss of her job, being chased for debts, and the assassination attempt today. She imdiately confird a fact in her heart.

"Did soone bribe or threaten you with blackmail to fra at the party with false testimony?" Quinn Lockwood leaned in closer to Linda, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly.

Linda’s pupils contracted sharply, and she nervously swallowed twice, averting her gaze and saying nothing.

Quinn Lockwood stared at Linda; the long silence confird the answer for her, as if small flas ignited in her eyes.

"Linda, you saw it too. Those two n just now were here to kill you to keep you quiet. If you think you can escape or fight them off, then keep hiding the truth."

"I..." Linda’s breathing quickened, her facial features twisted in agony, her fists clenched as if she were making a difficult decision.

Quinn Lockwood scrutinized Linda for a long while, seeing her say nothing, and beca utterly disappointed in her.

"This is your last chance. With that person’s nature, I imagine they won’t let you off."

"Take care of yourself; this is the last ti I’m helping you." Quinn Lockwood said angrily, shaking her hand in frustration, looking as if she hated how things turned out.

She turned around, taking hold of Xenia Monroe, intent on leaving.

Linda rubbed her hands tightly, her eyes flashing with contemplation, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Wait, Savannah Lowell, don’t go."

"I’m sorry, I...I didn’t really want to harm you. I had no choice."

Linda grabbed Quinn Lockwood’s uninjured hand, tears in her eyes as she looked up at her with sha.

"My dad has a gambling problem. Recently, he racked up quite a debt. Just before the repaynt deadline, soone approached , promising a sum of money if I’d accuse you when the reporters ask."

"But that person never contacted again, and I was afraid they’d go back on their word..." As Linda spoke, her voice grew quieter, gripping Quinn Lockwood’s hand as if afraid she’d leave.

Xenia Monroe listened, her face reddening with anger. She walked over and shoved Linda, furiously saying: "So you frad Savannah, is that it?"

"Do you know you could ruin her life with this? None of it is her fault!"

"Look at her; she risked her life to save you. If I hadn’t co in ti, she’d be the one hurt!"

Xenia Monroe was so anxious her eyes reddened; she’d never seen Savannah suffer such an injustice, and though Quinn Lockwood still appeared jovial, Xenia Monroe knew her inner turmoil.

"It’s okay, Sierra." Quinn Lockwood tugged Xenia Monroe, signaling her to stop talking.

Xenia Monroe pouted, glancing at Linda angrily and stomping her foot.

Quinn Lockwood gave Xenia Monroe a helpless look, patting her shoulder comfortingly.

She approached Linda, seeing her tear-streaked face, and softly asked: "Tell , who contacted you?"

Linda wiped her tears while sobbing, saying, "I...I don’t know who he is. We only communicated by phone; I only know he’s a man."

Quinn Lockwood’s brows furrowed, her eyes instantly dark like the night.

A man?

Linda took a phone from her pocket, pulled up a number, and handed it to Quinn Lockwood: "This is the number he used to call ."

Quinn Lockwood took the phone, entered the number into her own, but it wasn’t anyone she knew, and there was no location information for the number.

"Arrange a eting with that person. Tell him you have other evidence against you want to hand over in person."

"Don’t worry, you just need to arrange the eting. I’ll handle the rest." Quinn Lockwood’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes gleaming coldly.

Lina took the phone, her eyes landing on Quinn Lockwood’s injured arm, and she solemnly nodded.

"I will set up the eting."

"Your arm...you should get it bandaged at the hospital first."

Quinn Lockwood only then rembered her injury when Linda ntioned it. Glancing at her arm, she saw blood had already soaked through the bandage.

Xenia Monroe rushed forward to support Quinn Lockwood, glancing coldly at Linda: "You better keep your word this ti. If not, I won’t let you off easy!"

"Let’s go, to the hospital, must be painful, right?" Xenia Monroe held onto Quinn Lockwood, her expression filled with concern.

"It’s just usual pain." Quinn Lockwood replied casually, her gaze turned to the distance, deep and dangerous.

After treating the wound at the hospital, they waited at ho for Linda’s update.

Linda told Quinn Lockwood that the man arranged to et her after nine at night by a pavilion near the suburban lake.

Since the eting ti was late, and the location was remote, Quinn Lockwood contacted Caron Grant to accompany her.

Following Linda’s guidance, they finally found the pavilion after so searching.

Quinn Lockwood and Caron Grant hid behind a tree not far from the pavilion, watching the surroundings intently.

This man was truly cunning.

They waited for about half an hour before seeing a dark figure.

The person seed to be dressed entirely in black, wearing a hat and a mask, wrapping themselves up completely.

"What do you have for ? Make it quick, I’m pressed for ti." The man seed to have a voice changer, making the voice sound unnatural.

Linda moved closer to the man, searching her pockets while whispering sothing into his ear.

Just as the man seed pleased, Caron Grant suddenly dashed forward, restraining him.

Then ca a snapping sound, as Caron Grant locked the man’s arm, rendering him immobile on one knee.

"Who are you?" Caron Grant removed his hat and mask, asking sternly.

Quinn Lockwood quickly ca over, and upon seeing the man, couldn’t help but furrow her brows.