Chapter 490: Chapter 483: Struggling to Lunge at Her
After rushing out the words, Faye Jennings glanced at the door again, where a shadow seemed to be moving.
She composed herself, looked at Sandra, and raised her voice slightly so the people outside could hear clearly.
"Sigh, Sandra, I really think what you did was so foolish. What were you thinking at the time? How could you have come up with such a plan?"
Unsuspecting of the trap, Sandra’s face crumpled as she said in a tearful voice, "I just wanted to get revenge on Clara Grant. She stole the role that should have been mine. I became the laughingstock of the entire crew, and on top of that, everyone kept comparing my acting to hers. I was completely overshadowed by her, and it affected my performance so much that I kept messing up my takes.
Everyone was saying the role of Tina was meant for Clara Grant, and that I couldn’t have played it well even if I got the part. I didn’t even get to try, so how would they know I wouldn’t be good? I’ve wanted to get back at her for so long, but as you know, I never had an opportunity. And even if I tried anything, she or someone else would always easily shut it down.
I was so consumed with anger that I decided to use the gunfight scene to get my revenge. So, I swapped the real bullets into the gun..."
Outside the dressing room, Clara Grant, Miles Quinn, and several police officers stood listening intently to the conversation inside, afraid they might miss a single detail.
Faye Jennings had intentionally left the door ajar when she went in, so everyone outside could hear their conversation with perfect clarity.
When he heard Sandra admit to swapping the bullets in the gun, Miles Quinn couldn’t help but glance at Clara Grant beside him.
Clara Grant felt a swirl of complicated emotions. She hadn’t wanted to believe Sandra was responsible, but now, having heard the confession with her own ears, she had no choice.
’So, before I extended an olive branch to her, Sandra really did want me dead!’
’Is a single role that important? Was her so-called pride, her fear of being mocked, really that important? Important enough to gamble with a person’s life!’
Faye’s voice drifted out from inside. "But the bullet hit President Quinn. He could have died because of that, do you realize?"
Sandra finally burst into tears. "I didn’t know! I never thought President Quinn would jump in front of her and take the bullet. But Faye, you know I didn’t mean to..."
Sandra had barely gotten the words out when one of the officers outside muttered to the others, "That’s clear enough. We can go in and make the arrest."
The words were barely out of his mouth. Before Clara, who had been straining to hear what came next, could stop them, several officers surged forward. They threw the door open, shouting, "Don’t move! Don’t move! Put your hands up!" as they rushed inside.
Sandra, who was still inside, whipped her head around. The sight of so many police officers left her completely stunned. She was so scared she forgot to cry; tears welled up, shimmering in her eyes, but refused to fall.
She forgot to resist, forgot to argue, forgot to cry for help. She just remained frozen where she sat, staring blankly as an officer approached and snapped handcuffs on her wrists.
One of the officers said something to her, but she didn’t hear a word, only saw his lips moving.
Then, two officers took her by the arms to lead her away, but Sandra seemed to have forgotten how to walk. She had to be practically dragged out of the room.
As they passed the doorway, Sandra’s sluggish gaze swept over Clara Grant. It was as if she finally snapped back to reality. She began to struggle violently, trying to lunge at Clara while muttering something, but her words were lost in shuddering, unintelligible sounds.
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