Chapter 150: Chapter 150

Because they couldn’t have their phones with them while filming, Quinn Lockwood was unaware that her so-called ’seduction’ of Jonah Hansen had already become wildly popular online.

It seemed deliberately orchestrated; when the photos of Quinn Lockwood dining with Jonah Hansen were released, they initially didn’t cause much of a stir, being simply part of a celebrity’s personal life.

However, suddenly a swarm of bots flooded in, reposting and commenting that Quinn Lockwood was seducing a certain executive from a famous group, seemingly to compete for resources with a well-known actress.

Quinn Lockwood was no stranger to these types of rumors; the onlookers, curious about the new male lead, wondered what kind of character the ’queen of scandals’ had caught this time.

Cameron Grant looked at the circulating photos online and the defamatory remarks from the bots. The typically mild and gentle look in his eyes turned gloomy. He quickly logged into his alternate account and posted on X: "Appearances can be deceiving; celebrities should have the right to personal lives and freely choose their friends."

He also arranged for some renowned bloggers and marketing accounts to forward and publish similar sentiments: "Isn’t Quinn Lockwood just having a meal with someone? Is it necessary to slander her this badly?"

As these messages spread, they garnered many likes and comments from well-informed netizens, quickly topping the trending list, shifting public opinion to support Quinn Lockwood.

Ariana Lynch sat in her office, watching the tide of bot comments being submerged and the reversal of public opinion. Her grip tightened around the mouse, her expression turning venomous, as she doubled the number of bots on payroll.

Meanwhile, on another front.

As soon as Elias Sinclair opened X, he saw the photos of Quinn Lockwood with Jonah Hansen. Remembering her evasive behavior that day, a wave of emotions surged within him.

He checked her schedule again. Upon learning she was participating in a reality show with Dylan Quinn, his expression darkened, and he promptly made a call to the show’s production team.

At that moment, engrossed in picking fruit in the orchard, Quinn Lockwood was oblivious to it all. Within minutes, she had nearly filled half a basket. If there hadn’t been a requirement to pick five different types, she would’ve gladly picked even more.

"Savannah, here’s a big one for you! This is the largest fruit I picked!" Dylan Quinn stealthily slipped a large, ripe crabapple into her pocket and took her basket into his own hands.

Quinn Lockwood tried to retrieve her basket, but his large hand firmly held her forehead, leaving her no choice but to give up.

Because the wide-brimmed sun hat impaired her vision, Quinn Lockwood decided to remove it. Underneath the scorching and glaring midday sun, sweat trickled down her cheeks without her realizing it.

Dylan Quinn, observing the girl beside him with a slight smile and spirited demeanor, felt a growing softness in his expression, seeing in her a new side—an unpretentious and energetic spirited girl!

He gently wiped the sweat from her cheek and retrieved a bottle of water from the rest area, opening it and handing it to her. Although their every move was recorded by photographers, Dylan Quinn didn’t mind. In fact, he wished the whole world knew he liked Quinn Lockwood!

Elsewhere, Sylvia Lawson, the young heiress, posed for a few photos picking fruit before retreating to the rest area to rest. Since the post-production would edit everything, she figured she might just get a little less screen time; anything was better than enduring the harsh sun.

About an hour later, Dylan Quinn and Quinn Lockwood completed their picking task and went to the market to sell their fruits. Meanwhile, Sylvia Lawson, as the loser, had to clean the three bedrooms, which she found more unpleasant than picking fruit, but she had no choice but to tackle it.

Standing together, Quinn Lockwood and Dylan Quinn, a handsome man and a pretty woman, drew much attention. Moreover, their fruits were large and inexpensive, selling out quickly. The two of them exchanged smiles as they looked at their empty baskets.

Dylan Quinn handed over the money he’d earned directly to Quinn Lockwood, gracefully claiming: "I need someone to manage the daily expenses."

As it was a large-scale reality show, the video editing and post-production demanded strict professionalism. After completing the first episode’s filming, they would have a two-day break.

Although the attic was a cozy, homely place arranged by the production team, it was practically just for show. If there was no nighttime recording, everyone would return to their homes.

Sitting in the company’s shuttle, scrolling through her phone, Quinn Lockwood finally saw news about her ’Jonah Hansen incident’.

Her almond eyes lowered slightly. This situation clearly had someone working behind the scenes: the photos, the bots, the build-up—it looked like someone had run out of patience, and she couldn’t just sit back anymore...

With a slight smile, she dialed two numbers: one was Jonah Hansen, and the other was her ’support’. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel~fire~net

As soon as he received Quinn Lockwood’s call, Jonah Hansen rushed out from the office without any delay.

"Jonah Hansen, sorry to keep you waiting." Quinn Lockwood jogged a few steps to meet him, appearing somewhat breathless, though she had purposefully arrived late.

Seeing the tired look on Quinn Lockwood’s face, Jonah Hansen looked genuinely concerned, quickly guiding her to a pre-set spot to sit down.

Her eyes flickering, Quinn Lockwood gently furrowed her brows, looking both aggrieved and troubled: "Today’s show wasn’t enjoyable at all. I saw a lot of people online slandering my relationship with you," she sighed, "Savannah is so unhappy."

"Jonah Hansen, why don’t you have a drink with me!"

At Quinn Lockwood’s suggestion to drink, Jonah Hansen’s eyes brightened: "In that case, let’s drink away our worries. Don’t take those online rumors too seriously; those people are just bored."

Quinn Lockwood nodded in agreement. Seeing the fiery light in Jonah Hansen’s eyes, she knew it was time to make her move.

Though not accustomed to red wine, Quinn Lockwood could handle beer pretty well. While not quite a ’thousand cups won’t topple’ expert, she found dealing with Jonah Hansen easy.

The two drank a lot. Quinn Lockwood, sociable and candid at the table, exuded a charming, alluring aura without any pretentiousness of a typical woman.

This woman revealed a side he had never seen before, igniting and intensifying Jonah Hansen’s possessiveness and curiosity.

Perhaps finding their conversation exceptionally agreeable, Quinn Lockwood moved to sit beside Jonah Hansen, feeling the soft, enticing whisper in her ear. Jonah Hansen found his throat tightening.

Just then, the woman beside him gently rested her head on his shoulder, her cheeks flushed, brows slightly furrowed, massaging her forehead, as if in mild discomfort.