Chapter 147: Chapter 147
Elias Sinclair probed the room, glancing around and focusing on the pile of navy blue dresses and accessories on the sofa, and the carelessly discarded white high heels on the floor. His gaze deepened, a peculiar glint flashing in his eyes.
Quinn Lockwood noticed his attention on the dress she wore yesterday, quickly rising to block his view. "Um... I’ll pack up and head to the set. You... you sit!"
With that, she hurriedly gathered the clothes from the sofa, freshened up briefly, and upon exiting the bathroom, found Elias Sinclair’s presence had vanished. Letting out a deep breath, Quinn felt deflated, like a punctured balloon, her movements slowed.
This man acts so erratically early in the morning; he’s becoming more and more incomprehensible!
As soon as she arrived at the set, Quinn sensed peculiar looks from many people but didn’t pay much attention, assuming they were upset because she was late again today. Not spotting Ariana Lynch, she felt curious and searched around.
"Well, weren’t you quite firm this morning? What’s happened now? I can’t believe you’d have Manager Hansen call to apologize to me; I don’t deserve it. Or do you think that without me, you’ll have to start all over again, so you’re willing to call humbly?"
Outside the prop room door, Quinn suddenly heard Ariana Lynch’s mocking and disdainful tone as she spoke on the phone. She paused at the door to listen for a while.
Understanding flickered in her eyes; it seemed Jonah Hansen called with a reconciliation apology.
Quinn couldn’t help but smirk internally. Jonah Hansen was as revolting as always, living submissively and sycophantically in front of Ariana Lynch for power; he was simply a dog—no, less than a dog.
Listening to Ariana’s contemptuous remarks, a dangerous glimmer flashed in Quinn’s eyes, but in a moment, she wore a mysterious smile.
Ariana Lynch, Jonah Hansen, just wait; this is only the beginning.
Heading to the makeup room, Quinn overheard several people gossiping quietly about her.
"Did you see the guy who came to the set looking for Savannah Lowell a few days ago? Heard he’s a senior executive from a big conglomerate, and they seem quite flirtatious."
"Savannah Lowell is incredible! Dylan Quinn, Mr. Sinclair, and now this company executive — her relationships are tangled, almost like she’s a reincarnated seductress!" Fresh chapters posted on novel⸺fire.net
Quinn curled her lips; she was no reincarnated seductress, more likely a reincarnated vengeful spirit!
"You can’t talk about Savannah like that!" The little girl supporting Dylan Quinn stood up for Quinn. Savannah Lowell was her favorite in the set; she was beautiful and kind, even good at cooking, truly a goddess. She wouldn’t allow anyone to disparage her casually!
Quinn shook her head helplessly, not wanting this girl to be bullied because of her, so she pretended to walk over with a couple of strong steps, pretending to look for her, "Mia, come help me find where that red hairpin got placed!" As soon as she spoke, the girl glared fiercely at those few people before scampering off to find the hairpin.
"Savannah, here it is. How come your big eyes didn’t spot it?" The little girl puffed her cheeks, handing the hairpin to Quinn, then pouted grumbling, "Miss Lynch’s assistant is really awful, spreading rumors that you seduced a senior executive from a big company — Jonah Hansen or something!"
"Savannah, you don’t know how nasty that assistant talks. If I could beat her, I’d have fought her by now!" Mia stamped her foot angrily as she spoke, her pacing and teeth-gritting making Quinn chuckle.
She had already anticipated people around Ariana Lynch would spread these rumors. Whether Ariana was deliberately letting them tarnish her image isn’t confirmed, but it’s certain she knew about it and tacitly approved, or else how would Jonah Hansen’s name have surfaced?
Yet, as long as she completes her revenge plan, such gossip is inconsequential.
Before the shoot ended, photos emerged online of Jonah Hansen and Quinn Lockwood dining at a Western restaurant. Whether intentionally angled by the photographers, Quinn was captured looking shyly at the man opposite, whose back silhouette suggested a person of certain status and standing.
Quinn glanced at the photo, sneering at it; even if it wasn’t Jonah Hansen, dining with others after work bore no fault, what was the need for covert photography?
She had just stepped into her hotel room that evening, startled to almost leap.
"Elias Sinclair? How did you get in here! And earlier this morning, how did you get in? Aren’t you supposed to give me an explanation?" Quinn’s heart pounded furiously; if Elias appeared a few more times in her room, she’d likely suffer a heart attack.
The man was enveloped in an uncontrollable cold aura, turning to gaze at Quinn, lightly flipping the room card in his hand, "The whole hotel is mine; what do you think?"
"Now, you’re supposed to answer my question."
Quinn faced the icy-looking man before her, furrowing her brows tightly, unsure how she’d offended him. Since morning, he’d seemed off.
Elias Sinclair’s long strides brought him before Quinn, grabbing her wrist and pressing her down onto the bed.
His large hands firmly restrained her wrist, his fiery eyes scrutinizing Quinn’s expression, seemingly trying to read something from her eyes.
"So, others can touch you, but I can’t?" His voice sank to its lowest, the absurd sarcasm leaving Quinn utterly perplexed.
Her brows twitched into a winding line as she asked confusedly, "What are you talking about? Explain it!"
The posture felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable; Elias Sinclair’s obsession with such positions was baffling. Though inexperienced, she was an adult woman; was there no decorum?
And wasn’t this man known to detest her touch? What was going on now!