Chapter 134: Chapter 134

"I’m sorry, Savannah. I apologize to you on their behalf. They’ve just started working here and are new, so please don’t hold it against them."

Quinn Lockwood inwardly sneered. Was this a jab at her past behavior towards newcomers? Saying nice things but with veiled sarcasm, Ariana Lynch truly maintained her facade as usual.

"Ariana, this isn’t your fault. Why should you apologize for her? The online criticism is so severe right now. I think we should just stop filming. Who knows if this drama will ever air," Lynn, the assistant, said with indignation, glaring at Quinn Lockwood.

"Don’t worry, Savannah. I’ll finish this drama with you. We are in the same production team, so naturally, we should face everything together," Ariana Lynch said sincerely to Quinn Lockwood, with such a determined and genuine demeanor that she almost believed her.

Seeing Quinn Lockwood scrutinizing her, Ariana Lynch felt puzzled. Hadn’t she said enough to move her? Why was she still looking at her with suspicion?

Could she have sensed something?

Impossible. She had just said a few more words to that fool Freya Caldwell. How could she have been discovered?

Then she bit her lip, stepped forward, and grabbed Quinn Lockwood’s hand, her eyes welling up pitifully with tears, "Savannah, you’ve really misunderstood me. I didn’t tell them to say those things. Lynn, you two come over and apologize to Savannah quickly!"

"It’s not their fault. I’ve indeed caused trouble for the production. I should take a break and stabilize the situation first," Quinn Lockwood lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her hand, growing colder.

She couldn’t suppress her growing hatred any longer and forcefully pulled away from Ariana Lynch’s hand, stepping back.

"Oh!" Ariana Lynch stumbled, her body staggered backward, but a shrewd light quickly flickered in her eyes. Her high heel twisted slightly, and she lunged straight toward Quinn Lockwood.

Seizing the opportunity, she pushed Quinn Lockwood hard, then staggered a few more steps before barely stabilizing herself.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t have time to react and fell heavily backward. The bottles and cans on the table fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering everywhere. Her head hit the table edge, bringing intense pain and dizziness.

"Savannah, Savannah, are you okay?" Dylan Quinn felt his mind buzzing, but he didn’t care about anything else. He quickly stepped forward, held Quinn Lockwood in his arms, and gently massaged the back of her head where she had been hit, full of concern.

"I’m okay, just a bit of pain," Quinn Lockwood felt her head heavy, her chin resting directly on Dylan’s shoulder, her body involuntarily leaning into his embrace.

"What’s going on?" Elias Sinclair and several production team leaders came in after their meeting, seeing the scene before them, his face growing colder, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N()velFire.net

"Mr. Sinclair, just now, Savannah wanted to stop filming to avoid causing trouble for the production. Ariana went to persuade her, but she ungratefully pushed our Ariana, causing herself to fall," Lynn hurriedly stepped forward to help Ariana Lynch up, glaring fiercely at Quinn Lockwood, then slowly raised her head, trying to meet Elias Sinclair’s gaze.

That gaze filled with furious anger and cold determination made her whole body tremble uncontrollably. She bowed her head, unable to maintain a facade of calm, her scalp tingling, frozen in place.

"Get out!" The man’s voice was low and ice-cold, laced with barely contained anger, causing those present to shudder. The assistant collapsed in shock on the ground, and before she could react, someone came forward to drag her out.

"Mr. Sinclair, it’s not like that. I accidentally fell, and Miss Lowell might have tripped while avoiding and fell," Ariana Lynch supported herself against the wall, struggling to suppress her inner nervousness and anxiety, looking worriedly at Quinn Lockwood.

"Savannah, are you okay? Dylan, can you try to help her up?" Ariana Lynch attempted to help Quinn Lockwood, but after two steps, she started limping, her face contorted as she looked at Elias Sinclair.

Choking on her words, she said, "I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts a lot."

The man’s expression grew even colder, not sparing her a glance. He strode right to Quinn Lockwood, his gaze falling on her pale, lifeless face, his narrow eyes showing deep pain.

He raised a hand to embrace Quinn Lockwood, only to find Dylan holding her even tighter.

"Mr. Sinclair, please let Savannah rest quietly," Dylan said, slightly frowning. His tone, though displeased, betrayed no rudeness, his hands firmly supporting the back of Quinn Lockwood’s head, holding her securely.

"I need to take her to the hospital." Elias Sinclair’s voice was low and severe to the extreme, his sidelong glance at Dylan filled with uncontrollable rage.

Dylan hadn’t expected him to erupt , but he couldn’t confront him directly. Plus, Elias Sinclair mentioned taking Quinn Lockwood to the hospital, so he reluctantly let go of the person in his arms.

Elias Sinclair gently picked her up, his cold, intimidating gaze sweeping across everyone present, his thin lips parting slightly, "Filming will resume as normal once Savannah recovers. Moreover, I don’t want to hear another word about the trending topics."

The man left the room in large strides, the cold air inside lingering for a long time.

Quinn Lockwood felt as if she had slept for an eternity. She vaguely heard someone softly calling her name, a voice low, magnetic, mixed with tenderness and concern, making her want to get up and search, but nothing but endless darkness greeted her.

Then a cool sensation touched her forehead, bringing her clarity. Feeling the voice nearing, she quickly reached out to grasp something.

The warmth at her fingertips was soon tightly encased by a large, powerful hand. Quinn Lockwood slowly opened her eyes, seeing the man’s black shirt and the seductive curve of his Adam’s apple, looking up to see his handsome, chiseled jawline and sensuous thin lips.

"Elias Sinclair?" Quinn Lockwood was somewhat surprised. She immediately let go, attempting to sit up, but the man’s progressively closer face held her in place.

He leaned down, frowning as he looked at her, his anxious expression easing considerably, and once he confirmed she was awake, he stood up, his face returning to a stern poker face.

"Don’t move around. Rest here a bit more." His voice remained cool, yet carried a hint of subtle concern.

Quinn Lockwood scanned the surroundings, noting the vintage European decor and luxurious executive chair, proving she was indeed in Elias Sinclair’s office.

"Why am I... in your office?" Quinn Lockwood felt her head throbbing. She remembered talking to Ariana Lynch on set just moments before, yet now she was here, and her head still hurt.

"Don’t you remember?" Elias Sinclair furrowed his brows slightly, just about to lean in again, but Quinn Lockwood got up directly to block him.