Chapter 1544


    Chapter 1544 ying Cards


    “Perhaps Quincey misremembered. The ring was left in the restroom thest time she removed her makeup,” Quincey''s assistant exined


    with an awkward smile.


    “You couldn''t remember earlier norter, 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 me 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 exined, “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 nning to bring out the ring and tell you the truth after you


    had driven Ms. Joule away.”


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    “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 nonchnt. However, the stance only served to pressure Quincey''s assistant further. Timothy


    dered, “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 ept 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 ownpany. 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?”


    “No, but it''s closely rted to her,” Timothy said. “I''ve sent someone to invite Xylia. Let''s wait for her at Imperial Club.”


    “You...” Johanna wanted to ask something but ultimately gave up.


    In fact, when Hugh appeared with Timothy, Johanna instantly understood what had happened. It was not because Genevieve had greeted


    Hugh, but because she knew about her rtionship with Timothy that she came to support her studio.


    On the way to Imperial Club, Timothy stopped by a drugstore to buy some ointment. He applied it to the wound on Johanna''s face.


    The two had barely settled in a private room in the club when Ysabelle came in.


    She didn''t show the same disrespect to Timothy as she did on her wedding day a few days ago. Instead, she politely greeted her cousin and his


    wife, then quietly took a seat to one side.


    Roughly two minutester, the door was pushed open again. Xylia sauntered in, her eyes lighting up when she saw Timothy on the couch.


    However, she quickly realized that Timothy was not the only one in the room.


    Plus, Ysabelle was there.


    Xylia felt inexplicably uneasy, but her face didn''t show any signs of it. She asked jokingly, “Why is it so lively here, Timothy? You didn''t


    invite me over to y cards with Mrs. Jensen, did you?”


    “Why not? How could we possibly y cards without you?” Timothy said with an insincere smile.


    He rang the bell to have the waiter bring in some fruit and wine, then pointed at Ysabelle, “You tell us what''s going on.”


    Ysabelle nced at Xylia, then recounted their conversation verbatim, “That day, after Timothy mmed the table and left, I was very angry.


    Xyliaforted me, saying that''s just your temper. She also badmouthed Johanna, iming it was her who ruined my wedding banquet. She


    also said Johanna was very disrespectful to my mother and me...”


    She continued, “Xylia also told me where Johanna''s studio was located. I was so infuriated by what she said that I gathered a group of people


    and trashed Johanna''s shop in the early hours of the morning.”


    “You don''t like Johanna either; I only said that to appease you, Ysabelle. Don''t try to pin the me on me,” Xylia defended herself. “After all,


    you were the one who trashed Johanna''s shop.”


    Ysabelle red at her indignantly and argued, “If it weren''t for your constant goading, how could I have done such a thing?”