Chapter 135: Chapter 135
"I remember, I remember, I fell and hit my head, but I’m fine now!" She waved her hand, trying to look like she was full of life, but still felt a little dizzy and sat down again, leaning on the sofa.
"It seems I should call a doctor to check on you again." The man’s eyes lowered slightly, hiding a hint of worry in his expression, but he suddenly turned and walked towards the desk, not letting Quinn Lockwood see.
"Have Dr. Smith come to my office, immediately."
Quinn Lockwood wanted to stop him, but her head was too dizzy to speak, so she twisted her body and snuggled back into the sofa, closing her eyes.
By the time the doctor arrived, she was already asleep. Elias Sinclair gently laid her down, and as he looked at Quinn Lockwood’s closed eyes, his heart tightened. After a thorough examination, Dr. Smith told Elias Sinclair that the drowsiness was due to a mild concussion from the impact but it was not serious and would recover quickly with rest.
Looking at Quinn Lockwood’s face, which seemed a bit better, the man’s tightly knit brow relaxed somewhat, his gaze falling on her tightly pursed, rosy lips.
As if under a spell, he reached out to touch them. Her lips felt soft and smooth, and Elias Sinclair’s body tensed up immediately, feeling a sudden heat in his throat. He quickly pulled back his hand and turned his gaze away.
Feeling somewhat irritable, he tugged at his tie. Elias Sinclair looked at the screen in front of him, which kept pushing out headlines about Quinn Lockwood, and his face darkened.
Elias Sinclair opened the financial reports of The Caldwell Group, along with board and shareholder meeting records, tapping his finger lightly on the mouse, then sent several emails to the other directors.
Meanwhile, Freya Caldwell was questioned by Mr. Caldwell about why she caused trouble in the production group invested in by Elias Sinclair, and only then did she find out that the group was being divested and the financial chain was broken.
It was only then that she realized that Elias Sinclair’s warnings were true. Her hand holding the document trembled continuously, even her fingertips turned pale.
"What to do, what to do, hasn’t Savannah Lowell encountered any issues? Why is Elias still doing this?" She paced hastily back and forth in the room, overwhelmed with anxiety, almost driven mad looking at the document in her hand.
Although Mr. Caldwell doted on his beloved daughter, he absolutely wouldn’t allow her to mess around with company affairs and was sitting nearby with a stern face watching her.
"Elias must not be making things difficult for The Caldwell Group because of that woman, there must be another reason, yes, another reason, I have to go ask him." Thinking of this, Freya Caldwell immediately changed her tone, and Mr. Caldwell couldn’t stop her in time as she grabbed her phone and ran off to The Sinclair Group to find Elias Sinclair.
As soon as she walked in, the receptionist stopped her. Check latest chapters at nοvelfire.net
"Take a good look, I am Freya Caldwell." She looked disdainfully at the company receptionist, how dare they stop her? They were taking themselves too seriously!
"Miss Caldwell, do you have an appointment? If not, you cannot enter." The receptionist maintained a standard and polite smile looking at Freya Caldwell.
"Move aside, I am the daughter of The Caldwell Group, I don’t need an appointment for important matters that cannot be delayed." Freya Caldwell was already extremely anxious at this point, shoving the receptionist aside as she tried to walk in.
"Miss Caldwell, please don’t do this, Miss Caldwell..." The receptionist quickly chased after Freya Caldwell but immediately pulled back her action just as she was about to grab her, respectfully standing aside and saying, "Hello, Mr. Sinclair." Then she stepped aside bowing.
Hearing this, Freya Caldwell immediately turned around, switching to a sweet smile, coquettishly saying, "Elias..."
The man furrowed his brow, glancing at her with displeasure, coldly saying, "Who let you in?"
Seeing his slightly angry appearance, Freya Caldwell was a bit overwhelmed, twisting the hem of her clothes, pitifully saying, "Elias, did something my father decided upset you? Please tell Faye, so she can talk to him and make him agree with you, don’t cut off the company’s financial chain, please."
Hearing this, Elias Sinclair raised an eyebrow, his narrow eyes full of complex meaning that was hard to describe, speaking in a deep tone, "I warned you not to mess with Savannah Lowell. Did you take my words as wind in your ears?"
"Elias, I only issued a statement, I didn’t expect the reporters to have photos of her hitting me, nor did I expect the netizens to say such things..." Freya Caldwell was on the verge of tears, as she also didn’t expect Elias Sinclair would really suppress The Caldwell Family’s enterprise with all his might for Quinn Lockwood’s sake.
"I’ll immediately tell the reporters it was fake, okay? I’ll issue a statement saying Savannah Lowell didn’t hit me, Elias, please let go of The Caldwell Family, okay?" Freya Caldwell wanted to approach Elias Sinclair, but was scared by his sharp gaze, biting her lip, pleading with him.
"Too late." The man blandly tossed out the words without even glancing at Freya Caldwell again.
"Please show Miss Caldwell out, and if she doesn’t listen, call security to escort her out." After saying this to the receptionist, the man then walked into the elevator with a cold, stern face.
Freya Caldwell stood in place, tears streaming down her face unchecked.
"Please, Miss Caldwell."
Freya Caldwell glared icily at the receptionist, pressing her lips tightly together, and left angrily.
"Nina, I was just kicked out of the company by Elias, he actually cut off our company’s financial chain for that woman, Savannah Lowell, and now Dad’s going insane, please help me!"
Freya Caldwell cried like a tearful mess in the car, her heartbreaking and helpless sobs caused Nina Sinclair to feel distressed, especially since she also disliked Quinn Lockwood, so she decided to find her brother to seek justice for Freya Caldwell.
Quinn Lockwood had slept a bit longer before she fully awoke, and looked around, not seeing Elias Sinclair’s figure, then feeling a bit thirsty, she prepared to get up to fetch some water. Just as she rose, she saw many used ice packs and wet towels on the coffee table, staring dumbfounded for a while.
Earlier when she was sleeping, she seemed to vaguely hear the sound of water running, her forehead continuously feeling waves of coolness.
It must have been the doctor’s doing.
Then she pouted her lips, thinking there’s no way it was Elias Sinclair.
Quinn Lockwood searched around and couldn’t find a single disposable cup, only spotting Elias Sinclair’s high-end custom-made black embossed cup on the table, so she reckoned she’d have to go to the office area to look.
Just as she was about to push the door, it was pulled open from the other side, causing Quinn Lockwood to stumble into the other’s arms.
"I just stepped out for a bit and you’re already eager to throw yourself in my arms?" In front of her came the man’s cold yet teasing voice, his hands slightly tightening around her waist, asking, "Not dizzy anymore?"
Quinn Lockwood’s cheeks instantly flushed red, just about to retort Elias Sinclair, when a female voice filled with anger interrupted.
"Bitch, let go of my brother!"
The two turned to look, seeing Nina Sinclair striding in her high heels towards Quinn Lockwood, pulling her into the room, glaring at her like an angry cat facing an enemy.
"What are you doing here?" Elias Sinclair’s previously regained composure was once again disrupted, a thin layer of frost covering his face at the moment.