CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 412: THE FEELING OF FEAR

The extremely cold temperature of the lake water and the prolonged struggle gradually drained Ariana Lynch’s strength.

Could it be that today she was really going to die here?

No, she couldn’t just die like this. Her exciting life had just begun, and there were so many things she hadn’t obtained yet.

Ariana Lynch knew a bit about swimming; she tried her best to calm down, attempting to seize this last bit of time to lift herself to the surface.

But she was already severely lacking oxygen, and her brain didn’t give her the chance to think or react. She was about to lose consciousness.

Just when Ariana Lynch was about to drown, Quinn Lockwood suddenly pulled her up.

The extreme lack of oxygen caused Ariana Lynch’s face to flush frighteningly red. The moment her head emerged from the water, as oxygen returned to her nasal cavity, the comfortable and light sensation felt like being reborn.

Ariana Lynch gasped for large breaths, but choked and coughed violently because her lungs had taken in a lot of water, her throat felt like it had been scraped by a knife, unbearably painful.

"Ariana, does this feeling of suffocating into despair feel like being burned alive in a sea of fire?" Quinn Lockwood looked coldly at Ariana Lynch’s current embarrassing and ugly state, pulling her wrist, leaning down to her ear, speaking slowly in a dark and eerie tone.

Ariana Lynch’s mind exploded, as she pressed hard on her throat trying to push the water out, while staring wide-eyed at Quinn Lockwood like she had seen a ghost.

She wanted to speak, but choked on the residual water in her chest and nasal cavity, unable to utter a single word.

At this moment, a group of staff wearing life vests swam over, bringing Quinn Lockwood and Ariana Lynch ashore.

"Savannah!" Sharon Shaw rushed over with a towel and coat, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Quinn Lockwood with great relief.

She was worried to death.

Upon hearing that an artist had fallen into the water, Sharon Shaw was the first to rush over, even faster than the rescuing staff.

Sharon tightly hugged Quinn Lockwood, as if embracing a close friend who had survived a disaster, then gently wiped the water from her hair and body.

"Sharon, my head hurts, and I’m so cold." Quinn Lockwood hugged her shoulders, with a soft glow flashing in her eyes, and her gaze seemed a bit dazed, apparently shocked by the fall into the water.

Her gaze casually swept over to Ariana Lynch, with a subtle, imperceptible smile on her lips.

Sharon draped the coat over Quinn Lockwood, helping her up in a protective manner as they walked to the resting area, while instructing an assistant to prepare a set of clean, thick clothes.

"Wait, don’t leave!" Ariana Lynch, under the care of the staff, took a while to normalize her breathing.

The first thing she did was grab Quinn Lockwood.

At this moment, Ariana Lynch sat on the ground in a mess, her complexion alternating between green and red. Her eyes were somewhat dazed as she looked at Quinn, and if looked at closely, there was a deep sense of fear in her gaze.

"Who... who exactly are you? Tell me, who are you really!" The woman sitting on the ground had messy hair sticking to her face, with yellow and green leaves and mud from the lake clinging to it.

Ariana Lynch’s assistant wanted to help her dry her hair but was pushed frantically aside.

"Get away, all of you get away!" Ariana pressed one hand on the ground; though the weather was cold, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just thinking about Quinn Lockwood’s ghostly demeanor, Ariana felt like she had seen the woman she herself had burned to death!

So similar, that look was just too similar.

Trembling, she crawled towards Quinn.

It wasn’t that Ariana Lynch was willing to submit to Quinn, but after experiencing the near-drowning and Quinn’s intimidation, her legs were too weak to stand.

What does it mean...

What on earth did Quinn mean when she just said that?

Does it feel like being burned alive...

The words Quinn just said echoed in Ariana’s mind, paired with a gaze so resentful and fierce it seemed to bleed, it was almost like... like a ghost returned from hell for revenge.

Could it be...

In a flash of realization, Ariana thought of an impossible possibility.

Could it be Quinn’s ghost back to find her? Was her specter just now attached to Savannah Lowell?

"Ariana, what are you talking about? It’s me, I’m Savannah Lowell." Quinn Lockwood lowered her gaze, looking surprised at Ariana, a sharp arc subtly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"No, no, you are not Savannah Lowell, you are a ghost, an evil ghost!" Ariana increasingly believed that her thoughts were correct.

Her gaze became more frantic, and the fear in her eyes was almost about to overflow.

Savannah Lowell had mentioned things about Quinn Lockwood to her before.

Ariana recalled the red carpet banquet backstage, where Quinn had mentioned being burned to death...

How did she know?

Could such inexplicable phenomena really exist in the world?

Quinn didn’t respond to Ariana but looked at her seemingly in fear and quickly stepped back two steps.

Ha, indeed, she’s a ghost reborn for revenge.

Ariana, Ariana, this is just the beginning, and you’re already so frightened?

Quinn Lockwood stared fiercely at Ariana, then lifted her hand to lightly support her forehead, looking weak and fragile.

Sharon saw this, quickly wrapping Quinn’s coat tighter and helping her down to rest.

"Speak, say something!" Ariana, without Quinn’s response, continued crawling forward.

Though she didn’t believe there were such ethereal things in the world, at this moment, she truly felt afraid.

It felt as if there was a pair of invisible eyes in some corner around her, staring at her.

Staring at her intently.

On the bridge and the bank gathered not only the crew members but also many employees of The Lockwood Group.

They looked at Ariana’s unhinged, frantic appearance, showing expressions of contempt and disbelief.

Was this company’s future successor... really reliable?

Quinn Lockwood, after being assisted to a few steps forward, suddenly stopped.

She turned back, seemingly speaking meaningfully to the staff assisting Ariana Lynch: "Quickly take Ariana down to rest, she seems to be scared, and it wouldn’t be good if she acts out."

The staff, hearing Quinn’s words, were initially puzzled, but after a slight pause to ponder, quickly understood and nodded, pulling Ariana up and taking her away.