Chapter 146: Chapter 146

Ariana tossed the bag in her hand directly onto the sofa and looked mockingly at the man whose face was full of sycophantic flattery, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "You came quite early today. What, didn’t Savannah show you a good time yesterday?"

Jonah heard this and subtly frowned, but his smile remained, as he pulled Ariana to sit on the sofa, speaking warmly: "Baby, you’ve really misunderstood me. Yesterday, it was just a simple meal with her. I’m just trying to make it easier for you to work with her in the crew."

"For me? Well, I should really thank you then." Ariana shook off Jonah’s hand, slightly raised her chin, and looked down at him.

Jonah saw her contemptuous look towards him and felt quite displeased, but he still suppressed his anger: "Don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it like that. If you don’t like it, I won’t have meals with her again, okay?"

"You’d better behave yourself and not forget who you owe your current status to. You really think you’re something just because you’re a manager at the Lockwood Group? Without me, you’d never manage to associate with so many elite families on your own."

Ariana’s scorn and disdain towards Jonah left him feeling like his dignity was trampled upon. Ever since she became the heiress of the Lockwood Group, her arrogance towards him had only increased, continually reminding him that his social standing was something she had given him.

Just because she’s living off her identity as a Lockwood daughter, and only gave him a vice president’s position, she really thinks he’s a dog! What does she have to be proud of, with nothing but the stench of money, to lecture him!

Despite his kind words to soothe her, she still refused to yield.

In his frustration, Jonah couldn’t help but picture Quinn’s gentle and charming demeanor, calling him ’brother Jonah’ in her sweet voice, which left a sour feeling in his heart.

"I’m talking to you, why aren’t you responding? What is that expression? What right do you have to give me that face? Everything you have is because I gave it to you!" Seeing Jonah looking at her with resentment, Ariana’s anger flared up, pointing her finger at his nose and yelling, her features almost distorted.

To think about this man constantly relying on her made her feel even more that she was lowering herself.

This man compared to Mr. Sinclair was like heaven and earth, completely unworthy of her.

Jonah’s face darkened instantly, standing up briskly, clenching his fists with gritted teeth.

"I only had a meal with Savannah, why are you bringing up all these things? Even if I’m the VP because of you, without me you’d never be the Lockwood heiress!"

Ariana’s face changed drastically, and before she could speak, Jonah kicked a chair beside him with a bang and left, slamming the door behind him.

"You!" Watching the man leave in anger, Ariana was left with nowhere to vent her frustration, and she swiped the files off the table onto the floor.

After leaving the company building, Jonah sent several WeChat messages to Quinn.

"What are you doing? Ariana just came over to question me if something happened between us last night. I’m really sorry for causing you to be misunderstood."

"I’ve explained everything clearly. Nothing happened between us, but she still insisted on arguing with me, making me upset. There’s so much to handle at the company... sigh!"

Yesterday, Quinn had been recalling past events until dawn and barely fell asleep from exhaustion. Hearing the series of notifications, she reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes.

Upon seeing messages from Jonah, she became quite alert. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel fire.net

After reading the contents, she couldn’t help but sneer, curling her lips in disdain. Did the fish take the bait so quickly?

With slender fingers, she swiftly typed comforting and warm messages on the screen, which eased Jonah’s discomfort considerably.

Contacting the director to reschedule her scenes for the afternoon, Quinn drifted back to sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to hear a few knocks at the door. The person in bed turned irritably, continuing to sleep, and the knocking seemed to stop as the person left. Moments later, she was startled awake by the sound of a keycard unlocking the door.

"Savannah!" A voice spat out her name through gritted teeth, echoing in the room, enough to jolt even the dreaming Quinn awake.

"So you skipped work and ignored my calls just to sleep?" The deep and icy voice was getting closer.

Quinn pulled the blanket over her head, muttering: "Go away, go away, how come even my dreams have this harsh voice!" She then smacked her lips, as if entering another dream state.

Elias stood by the bed, his face dark as he watched the woman sleeping in such a sorry state, amused to hear her grumbling about him in her sleep, which knitted his brows together, and he abruptly yanked her blanket away.

Sensing someone forcibly pulling her blanket, Quinn instantly awoke. Seeing a shadow, she instinctively kicked, only to be subdued and knelt on the bed.

"You’ve gotten bold, even daring to hit me now!" A familiar voice rang in her ear, carrying Elias Sinclair’s unique sharp aura. Quinn was taken aback at first, but then quickly eased her tense heart.

"Ouch, ouch, let go of my arm, let go!" she whimpered pathetically, pleading twice before Elias released her, looking down at her with critical eyes, and when he saw the red mark on her shoulder and neck, an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes.

He pulled down her collar to expose her shoulder, coldly asking, "What happened?"

Feeling the cold touch of a man’s fingertips, Quinn shivered lightly, raising her almond eyes filled with surprise towards him, not expecting Elias to act so unrestrainedly towards her.

However, seeing her smooth bare shoulder in front of him, Elias momentarily paused, involuntarily looking away, realizing his reaction might have been too severe, so he let go of her.

She tried to pull her clothes up to cover the red mark, only to unintentionally draw attention from the man in front of her. His eyes were filled with ice, his expression extremely stern, making the person in front of him shiver involuntarily.

"I... I scrubbed it too hard while showering yesterday because the clothes were too itchy, so I washed... a bit too much." Quinn awkwardly scratched at her clothes.

She hadn’t expected him to find her at the hotel. She couldn’t very well say it was because an enemy had touched her shoulder, so she scrubbed it hard?

She didn’t know if he would believe her excuse, but she really did scrub it during her shower, she wasn’t lying about that.

But wasn’t his reaction a bit over the top?!