Chapter 380
Jasmine's eyes were all red and puffy as she pointed at Constance, looking super upset. "Quentin, it was her! I came to the dressing room to get ready, and there she was, a total stranger. I asked what she was doing here, and instead of answering, she hit me!"
Constance couldn't believe how Jasmine twisted the story. No wonder she won Best Actress with those skills.
Quentin looked at Constance, first surprised, then frowning. "Miss, what are you doing here?!"
Just as Constance was about to explain, Jasmine cut in, "She must've snuck in to steal something or mess with the props. Why else would she get mad and hit me? If it weren't for the staff around, who knows what she would've done to me."
The staff kept their heads down, not daring to speak up. They knew Jasmine was lying, but defending Constance could cost them their jobs, so they stayed quiet.
Quentin's face turned serious. This film had a lot of fight scenes, and if someone messed with the props, it could be dangerous.
Seeing Quentin's grim expression, Jasmine pushed further, "Quentin, we should call the police. If something happens, the whole crew will suffer, and it might delay the shoot."
After a moment, Quentin nodded. "Alright, let's call the police."
Jasmine was thrilled and quickly told Alice, "Call the police."
Constance raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it unfair to judge me just based on Jasmine's words?"
Jasmine sneered, "What else do you have to say? Besides sneaking in, you also slapped me. This isn't over!"
Constance ignored her and looked at Quentin. "I was invited by Rebecca as a costume designer, mainly for Laura's outfits."
Seeing her calm and collected, Quentin started to believe her a bit.
But before he could ask more, Jasmine snapped, "You're still trying to fool Quentin? How could someone like you know Rebecca?"
Jasmine thought, 'Rebecca is always so distant and has ignored me several times. How could she invite Constance as a designer? There's no way she would associate with someone like her.'
Quentin also found it hard to believe, but since Rebecca had visited the crew today, he told the assistant director, "Go get Rebecca."
Jasmine frowned, clearly annoyed. "Quentin, you don't really believe her, do you?"
Quentin stayed calm. "I don't believe her, but what if she's telling the truth?"
If Constance really was the designer invited by Rebecca, calling the police and having her taken away would definitely offend Rebecca.
Jasmine pursed her lips and stayed quiet, thinking that if Rebecca didn't recognize Constance, her situation would be even worse.
Time passed, and before Rebecca arrived, the police did. "Who called the police?"
Jasmine quickly said, "I did!"
She pointed at Constance, her expression cold. "She snuck into our crew, slapped me, and might have stolen something. You need to interrogate her thoroughly! You should search her!"
The officers' expressions turned serious. One of them spoke up, "If there's a theft involved, we need to take you both to the station for questioning. We can't conduct a search here without proper procedure."
"Then you both need to come with us," the other officer added.
The police were about to take Jasmine and Constance to the station when a female voice came from the door. "What's going on? Why is the dressing room so noisy?"
Hearing Rebecca's voice, Jasmine's face lit up. She quickly turned and walked to Rebecca, excitedly saying, "Rebecca, a woman who isn't part of our crew sneaked in and claimed to be a designer you invited. I've already called the police, and they're about to take her away."
Rebecca's expression changed, her gaze cold as she looked at Jasmine. "Say that again."
Jasmine thought Rebecca was angry and quickly pointed at Constance. "It's her! She must be trying to steal something and then falsely claimed to know you. We can't let people like her go."
Before she could finish, Rebecca coldly said, "Shut up!"
Her sharp tone startled Jasmine, whose face also changed.
Rebecca ignored her, quickly walked to the police, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Drake is indeed the designer I invited. It's her first time here, and I didn't expect such a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry."
The police's faces turned very unpleasant. "Next time, make sure you have the facts straight before calling us. Our resources aren't for you to waste!"
Rebecca replied, "Understood. I'm very sorry."
Even after the police left, Jasmine was still in shock, thinking, 'She really knows Rebecca? How is that possible?'
Rebecca looked at Constance, relieved to see she was okay. "Why didn't you call me when this happened? I thought it wasn't urgent and finished my work before coming."
Constance smiled. "It wasn't urgent. But your crew's choice of people is quite questionable."
Knowing Constance was referring to herself, Jasmine's hands clenched at her sides, her sharp nails digging into her flesh, bringing her back to reality.
Thinking about how she had just falsely accused Constance of being a thief, she realized she had become a joke. The staff who disliked her must be laughing at her now.
Rebecca turned and gave Jasmine a cold look, full of dissatisfaction and impatience. "The investors insisted on her. Her acting isn't great, and I don't know how she won any awards."
Being directly mocked by Rebecca, Jasmine's face turned red, even the side not slapped by Constance burned.
Jasmine took a deep breath and looked at Rebecca, coldly saying, "Rebecca, isn't that too much? I won Best Actress on my own merit!"
Rebecca didn't even glance at her and said to Constance, "Today's incident was my fault. Let me treat you to lunch and then take you to the company."
Constance smiled. "No need for lunch. I'll double the investment for this film, but I have one condition that I don't want to see anyone who falsely accused me of stealing in this crew again."
As her words fell, the dressing room became silent. It seemed Jasmine had really messed with someone she couldn't afford to.
After several seconds, Jasmine sneered, "My boyfriend invested fifty million dollars in this film. Forget a hundred million, you probably can't even come up with ten million, can you?"
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