“Perhaps Quincey misremembered. The ring was left in the restroom the last time she removed her makeup,” Quincey's assistant explained with an awkward smile.
“You couldn't remember earlier nor later, but you just had to remember when we were about to call the police,” Timothy noted with a chuckle. “It seems as though you're trying to make my wife take the blame while seizing the opportunity to steal this ring.”
Quincey was no fool. She, too, noticed something was off with her assistant, and in her anger, she immediately demanded to call the police.
The assistant hurriedly explained, “Quincey, please don't call the police. I did this for you. Didn't you say you were upset when Ms. Joule made fun of your weight? I just wanted to help you get back at Ms. Joule. I was planning to bring out the ring and tell you the truth after you had driven Ms. Joule away.”
“Really?” Timothy looked at Quincey's assistant with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “I heard that you met with Xylia at a café yesterday afternoon. What was the purpose of your meeting?”
Quincey's assistant felt a chill run down her spine under Timothy's scrutiny, leaving her speechless for quite some time.
Timothy rested his elbow on his knee, appearing nonchalant. However, the stance only served to pressure Quincey's assistant further. Timothy declared, “If you tell us the truth, I'll let you off the hook. But if I have to find out myself...”
“Xylia told me to do this,” the assistant confessed, well aware that Timothy was not someone to be trifled with.
Quincey kicked her assistant fiercely. “You ungrateful woman! How dare you accept money from Xylia and fool me into believing that Ms. Joule was up to no good!”
Hugh hadn't expected a mastermind behind this incident or that it would happen to be another artist from his own company. His face paled.
He announced, “Don't worry, Mr. Jensen. I will definitely investigate this incident seriously.”
“No need to trouble yourself further. I have other matters to settle with her, so I'll deal with her personally.” Timothy picked up Johanna's bag and coat, leading her away from Quincey's condominium.
Johanna was already at the elevator when she remembered that Denise was still in the apartment. She took out her phone and sent Denise a message.
Then, she asked Timothy, “Did Xylia hire someone to trash my shop?”
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