Johanna thought there was some other issue, but it turned out Quincey's ring was missing and she was being blamed. “I did go to your walk-in closet with my assistant, but we didn't touch your jewelry. The pearl earrings you're wearing were provided by me.”
Denise couldn't help but retort, “Your assistant had also been in your walk-in closet, but why didn't you suspect her of taking it?”
“This is the personal assistant the company hired for me. I've been using her services for over a year, and I've never lost any jewelry while she's been with me,” Quincey said, the underlying meaning of her words evident. “But today, you've been here for just two hours, and I've lost a diamond ring worth two million. Isn't that strange?”
“Are you blatantly calling us thieves? You've gone too far!” Denise was so angry she almost swore, but Johanna stopped her.
Johanna remained calm and composed, speaking gently to Quincey. “I warned you this morning, Ms. Hartwell, that you wouldn't be able to fit into that dress. Yet, you secretly put it on after we left, which resulted in the zipper bursting open at the back when you went to the platform, causing a huge embarrassment. I'm sure you called Mr. Cabot when the incident occurred, blaming it on the dress I prepared, didn't you?”
Even if she had exposed everything, Quincey refused to admit to it. “Once my agent bought that dress, it became mine. I'll wear it if I want to.”
“Indeed, I figured out your character the moment you switched the dresses.” As her arrogance was unmasked, Johanna saw no need to be polite to her. “So, it's only natural for you to blame me when you lose your ring. You should call the police now. Let them determine whether you really lost your ring or if something else happened.”
“Are you implying that I purposely hid the ring, claimed it was lost, and then blamed you?” Quincey was so annoyed and embarrassed that she immediately took out her phone to call the police.
The assistant hurriedly stepped in to intervene. “Quincey, you might have misplaced your ring and forgotten about it. Let's look for it again. Mr. Cabot has said not to bother Ms. Joule. It wouldn't be good if you called the police...”
“It's an expensive ring, so how could I possibly forget where I put it after wearing it?” Quincey declared, “It must have been stolen!”
Originally, Quincey was already resentful toward Johanna because of the embarrassing incident where the zipper on her gown burst open. Seeing her audaciously stealing her own jewelry only fueled Quincey's anger even more.
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