Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 465: Revenge

"Quinn Lockwood can dance. You can arrange so mannequins to dance for her; the best ti for this would be around 2 AM."

These lines of text suddenly appeared on Ariana Lynch’s phone screen, and her once-relaxed expression imdiately turned cold.

Damn it, so everything was soone ssing with her from the shadows!

The sound of running water at the door continued, as Ariana quickly took out her phone, snapped a photo of the content on Philip Chandler’s phone, along with the unsigned number, then instinctively pressed the lock button to turn off Philip’s phone screen.

She didn’t need him to stay with her anymore!

There was nothing to fear now, got it?

"Philip, no need to wash the fruit. I’m sleepy and want to rest. Go downstairs and tell Jonah Hansen not to co up and disturb ." Ariana’s fingers gripped the sheets tightly, trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart.

She couldn’t alert them yet; she wanted to see what tricks Philip and the person behind him had up their sleeves!

"You don’t need Mr. Hansen to accompany you?" Philip placed the fruit on the nightstand, a bit puzzled.

"No need. Just thinking about his dawdling irritates ." Ariana waved her hand impatiently at Philip, looking just as temperantal as usual.

Although Philip felt that Ariana’s mood changed rather quickly, he didn’t suspect much due to her notorious mood swings.

"Alright, I’ll leave then. Rest well." Philip nodded, picked up his phone from the table, and turned to leave, feeling an inexplicable shiver down his spine.

It was as if... a cold gaze had fallen upon him...

Philip instinctively turned his head, only to see Ariana already closing her eyes to rest.

It must have been an illusion, influenced by Ariana’s fearful emotions.

With this thought, Philip gently closed the door to the ward.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ariana opened her eyes.

She sat up and pulled out the text ssage photo she had just taken, her face freezing cold.

8814... the last four digits were so familiar.

Ariana input that number into her phone, but no na appeared.

Strange, she was sure she’d heard those digits before and found them extrely familiar.

9914... 9914...

She rembered!

The number seed familiar to Ariana because Elias Sinclair’s number was 9913, pairing perfectly with this number.

Ah, yes! Ariana’s fist struck her thigh. Half a year ago, when Quinn Lockwood was kidnapped, she lost her phone. Elias not only had a high-end business phone customized for her but also paired her number with his!

At that ti, knowing this had made Ariana insanely jealous. She expected Quinn to flaunt her new number for everyone to record, but Quinn kept her old number instead.

This ans that the couple’s number paired with Elias had never been publicly used by Quinn.

To think it was that bitch!

Ariana had never imagined that Quinn Lockwood, that bitch, could have such tactics, bribing her top agent and devising such cunning sches against her.

Damn it!

Rembering how terrified she’d been over the past few months, Ariana’s eyes blazed with a furious crimson fire.

There was no ghost seeking revenge; it was all Quinn Lockwood ssing with her!

Fine, since you want to play big, don’t bla for being ruthless!

Savannah Lowell, I’m gonna fucking kill you!

That night, Ariana didn’t stay at the hospital. Instead, she returned to the Lockwood Group and locked herself in her office, forbidding anyone from working late.

Recently, as Cloudfall Group developed and revamped a gaming project, Quinn Lockwood, being the technical lead, had to allocate more ti to attend various etings and research at the company.

After having a eting at the company today, she went to the set to reshoot so scenes.

As she had been "invited" away by Caron Grant in the morning, her final scene was rushed, falling short of even basic standards.

By the ti she finished at the set, it was nearing midnight, and the road was pitch black without a soul in sight.

"Of course, by the ti I’m done every day, it’s this late..." Quinn glanced at her phone for the ti; it was almost eleven again.

As she fiddled with her phone to turn on the flashlight, everything went dark suddenly, and her mouth and nose were forcefully covered, leaving her no room to breathe.

Quinn had no ti to struggle before her wrists were tightly restrained, and she was roughly thrown into the back of a car.

This group was clearly prepared and well-trained. From capturing Quinn to driving away took just about a minute.

"Mmm... mmm..." Quinn’s arms and legs were tightly bound, her mouth stuffed with cotton, and a black cloth bag thrown over her head. No matter how much strength she used to kick the trunk lid, her noise was drowned by the roar of the car, unnoticed by anyone.

Elias Sinclair had been waiting by the roadside in front of the set, watching as the lights inside dimd, but Quinn never appeared.

"Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is unavailable. Please try again later." Frowning deeply, Elias lean against his car door, repeatedly dialing Quinn’s number, only to hear that no one was answering.

Just as he was about to head into the set to see what was happening, a silver van drove by. Its windows were opaque black, and the driver was dressed entirely in black, bundled up tightly.

Normally, Elias wouldn’t even glance at such a cheap, ordinary vehicle, yet sothing compelled him to keep watching it, even hearing muffled thumping from within.

A car coming from the set, with windows covered so completely, along with banging sounds from the rear...

In the blink of an eye, Elias processed the information collected.

He was adept at deduction and case analysis.

Growing up as the sole heir of The Sinclair Family, with a mind and talent far above the ordinary, Elias was knowledgeable across various fields.

Being trained and educated in secrecy from a young age, while defending against the threats of covetous shareholders, the man had gained considerable experience in self-protection and analytical deduction.

This vehicle was definitely suspicious, and there was a 90% chance it was related to the missing Quinn.

Returning to his car, Elias tailed the van while continuing to call Quinn.