Chapter 219

Gabrielle had been arrested?

Harrison's face drained of color as she ended the call. She turned to Rosalind. "We need to get to the police station immediately."

"I'm coming with you," Rosalind responded without hesitation, already grabbing her coat.

At the precinct, they found Gabrielle locked behind bars. Harrison reached through the bars to grasp her friend's trembling hands. "Gabrielle, what's going on? Why are you here?"

Gabrielle looked pale and bewildered. "Harrison, it's all because of that actress, Daphne Sinclair."

She quickly explained the situation.

"Daphne came to Vogue Paris for a photoshoot. They needed her to perform a wire stunt, but someone had tampered with the equipment beforehand. When she fell, she pointed directly at me, claiming she saw me sabotage the wire. The police arrested me on the spot. Please, Harrison, you have to believe me! I would never do something like this! I have no reason to hurt her!"

Gabrielle's voice cracked with desperation. Daphne had fabricated the entire accusation, making it appear as though Gabrielle had attempted murder.

Rosalind shook her head in confusion. "Who would actually cut the wire? If Gabrielle didn't do it, why is Daphne accusing her? There's no bad blood between them, is there?"

Gabrielle looked equally perplexed. "Exactly! I don't understand why she's targeting me. We've never even had an argument."

A sudden realization flashed through Harrison's sharp eyes. She squeezed Gabrielle's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll speak with Daphne personally. Once she withdraws her statement, you'll be released."

At the hospital, Rosalind voiced her suspicions. "Harrison, do you think Daphne set Gabrielle up? It makes no sense. Gabrielle is your closest friend."

Harrison had considered this possibility but chose not to comment.

In the VIP suite, Daphne lounged on the hospital bed. Thanks to Vogue Paris's strict safety protocols and the thick crash mats, she'd escaped serious injury despite the fall. She was perfectly fine.

When Harrison and Rosalind entered, Daphne showed no surprise. Her lips curled into a smug smile. "Well, well. Harrison. Rosalind."

Harrison approached the bed, eyeing Daphne's supposed injuries. "Are you alright, Daphne?"

Daphne gave a careless shrug. "Never better."

"We just came from the station," Rosalind said bluntly. "Gabrielle couldn't have sabotaged that wire. Are you certain you didn't mistake someone else?"

Harrison locked eyes with Daphne. "Gabrielle is my best friend. I expect you to withdraw your accusation immediately."

Daphne stretched lazily on the bed before suddenly declaring, "I'm thirsty."

Her assistant immediately jumped up. "I'll get you some water."

Daphne didn't even glance at her. "I didn't ask you!"

The assistant froze, awkwardly hovering.

Daphne's gaze slid to Harrison, her meaning clear. She expected Harrison to serve her. Rosalind opened her mouth to protest, but Harrison raised a hand to stop her. "I'll do it."

Harrison poured a glass of water and handed it to Daphne.

Daphne smirked. "How kind of you, Harrison."

But as their fingers brushed, Daphne's expression twisted. With a sharp motion, she knocked the cup from Harrison's hands. "This is scalding! Are you trying to burn me?"

Water splashed across Harrison's hands and clothes.

Rosalind immediately grabbed tissues, dabbing at Harrison's soaked sleeves. "What the hell, Daphne? You've been acting bizarre around Harrison lately! Are you deliberately targeting her?"