Chapter 489: Chapter 482: You’ll Only Die Faster Then
With that said, she patted Autumn Shelby’s arm, glanced at the car already waiting at the entrance, and said, "Alright, I’m heading back now. You should go home too."
"Auntie, Mrs. Cheney is still here. Why don’t you let the driver wait for her? I can drive you home," Autumn Shelby said quickly.
Sienna Hale glanced at her, then thought for a moment before declining. "No, that’s alright. Mrs. Cheney can just take a taxi when she’s done, or have the driver come back for her. It’s all the same. Besides, it’s out of your way to drive me."
With that, she turned, walked down the steps, got into the car, and told the driver to go.
Autumn Shelby followed her down the steps and walked forward a little, watching the Quinn Family’s car drive away. Her eyes, which had been brimming with tears just moments ago, now seemed to be frozen solid, radiating an icy chill.
’In the past, Sienna Hale would never have complained that a ride from me was out of the way. Nor would she have gotten into the car and ordered the driver to leave without even a single glance in my direction.’
She knew that while Sienna Hale might have believed her explanation, a rift had opened between them, and Sienna was now wary and guarded around her.
’It seems if I want to break up Clara Grant and Seth, I’ll have to come up with another plan!’
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「Film City. The set of A Lifetime of Splendor.」
Filming had been going quite smoothly, but then a serious incident occurred: someone had swapped the bullets in a prop gun for live ammunition, and President Quinn had been shot. His condition was now critical, his life hanging in the balance.
Especially after the prop master and the extra playing the assassin were taken away by the police, the set was thrown into a state of panic. Production had been halted, but no one was allowed to leave, and a palpable sense of fear hung in the air.
Sandra, in particular, was a nervous wreck. She had gone to Faye Jennings’s room to look for her several times, but Faye’s assistant had stopped her at the door each time, saying that Faye wasn’t feeling well and was resting, and that she should come back later.
On her sixth trip to Faye Jennings’s room, Faye’s assistant finally told her that Faye was awake. However, the assistant added that it wasn’t convenient to talk there and told her to wait for Faye in the actresses’ dressing room on set.
No one was using it at the moment, so no one would notice them there. It was safer.
Sandra quickly agreed and scurried off to the dressing room to wait for Faye Jennings.
Not long after, Faye Jennings pushed the door open and entered. Sandra, who had been sitting and staring blankly at her own reflection in the mirror, lost in thought, immediately turned, stood up, and hurried over to her.
"Faye, I finally get to see you."
Faye Jennings smiled at her. "I’m so sorry, Sandra. I haven’t been feeling well all day, so I was just sleeping in my room. My assistant didn’t even tell me you’d come looking for me so many times. I just had a word with her about it."
"It’s fine. She was just looking out for you and wanted to make sure you got proper rest. To be honest, it’s nothing specific... I’m just a mess inside and really needed to talk to you."
In truth, Sandra had come looking for Faye Jennings just to talk and hopefully ease her own terrified heart.
"Okay, don’t worry. We can talk about whatever is on your mind," Faye Jennings said, taking her hand and leading her to a nearby chair. She sat down beside her, patting her hand reassuringly.
"Faye, do you think... do you think President Quinn is really not going to make it? Nothing is actually going to happen to him, right? If he... if he dies, I’m finished too," Sandra said, her voice cracking as she teetered on the verge of tears.
"Faye, do you think I should just go to the police and confess? If I turn myself in, maybe the punishment will be lighter, right?"
Faye Jennings’s grip on her hand suddenly tightened. Her eyes darted to the door, and seeing no one there, she quickly lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? Even if you go to the police now, do you really think you can explain anything clearly? You’ll only get yourself killed faster!"
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