Chapter 151: Chapter 151

"Savannah, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you to rest," Jonah Hansen’s voice was a bit hoarse, as if he couldn’t suppress the desire in his heart anymore. His large hand naturally moved to Quinn Lockwood’s waist, exploring up and down.

Quinn nodded and leaned more heavily against him: "Sure, Jonah, I’m feeling really dizzy."

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, making a hand gesture behind Jonah’s back as he helped her to her feet.

A provocatively dressed woman in the background followed them.

Jonah held Quinn tightly, pressing almost her entire upper body against him. As soon as they entered the hotel room, he couldn’t wait to put her on the bed and took off his jacket.

Sneaking a glance at Jonah, Quinn let out a cold laugh inwardly. Just as he was about to pounce on her, she muttered some drunken insults and kicked the man in his softest spot, shouting, "How dare you scoundrel try to make a move on me?"

With that, a strange light flashed in Quinn’s eyes, but her face remained that of a drunken daze. She reached out, grabbed Jonah’s hair, and lifted his face to meet her dazed gaze.

"Oh, you’ve got quite the audacity to climb onto my bed? You should be dragged out and executed!"

Jonah, kneeling on the ground while clutching his in-pain area, looked up at Quinn in utter disbelief. He’d never imagined this woman, when drunk, would act .

Just after saying to drag him out and behead him, Quinn, like a queen, slapped the man on the ground several times in succession. Jonah could barely react before she kicked him several more times.

Seeing Jonah kneeling curled at her feet, Quinn’s eyes turned red; she truly looked like she was inebriated. She suppressed the rising malice; if it weren’t for the next plan, she would’ve kicked Jonah until he was done for!

"Savannah, it’s me, Jonah. Look closely!" Jonah struggled to stand, leaning against the wall, unable to let go of the area he was clutching, his face pale with pain, sweat beading on his forehead, making him look very much worse for wear.

At this moment, Quinn’s phone rang: "Hmm? Whose phone is ringing?" Pretending to stagger as she searched around, she took out her phone from her pocket.

"Hello, who is this? Who’s the agent?"

"Where am I? I don’t know! Hey, do you know where I am?"

Pretending to kick again, Jonah recoiled with a sudden change in his expression, dodging to the side, making Quinn unable to hold back her laughter at his cowardice.

After Jonah mentioned the hotel’s name, he sat down on the sofa to rest. He needed a moment to recover, watching as Quinn sat quietly, dazed on the bed. He dared not make any more moves; the prey he’d had right at his lips was now out of his reach, leaving him frustrated.

A woman claiming to be Quinn’s agent soon called from outside the door. When she opened it and saw Quinn and Jonah together, and smelled the alcohol, her temper flared instantly.

"Savannah Lowell, you really have a way with things! Everyone at the company is worried about your announcements, and here you are!" The agent dragged her up from the bed in fury, casting an unhappy glance at the man on the sofa.

Quinn only then "sobering up" somewhat, looked at the agent bewilderedly: "Sister, why are you here? I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep!" With that, she fell back onto the bed, cleverly removing an earring from one ear in the process.

The agent took a deep breath and roared, "Get up quickly, or you’ll be waiting to pay the penalty for breach of contract."

Upon hearing the words "penalty for breach of contract," the woman shot up from the bed, pulling the agent along as they headed for the door, saying, "No, no, sister, we’ll leave now; wherever you say, we’ll go."

Sparks of coldness flickered in her almond-shaped eyes as Quinn curled her lips into a slight smile, shutting the door forcefully.

Once out of the hotel, the ’agent’ took her back to her own hotel.

"Did you send the photos and address?" At this moment, a vicious glint filled the woman’s clear eyes.

The ’agent’ nodded, sending her a copy of the photos showing Jonah holding her while entering the hotel.

Quinn nodded in satisfaction, clicking her tongue in pity. It seemed a fierce storm was headed Jonah’s way tonight.

Indeed, this agent was someone Quinn had hired.

Even before Jonah took Quinn to the hotel, she had already arranged for the ’agent’ to anonymously send the photos to Ariana Lynch’s account.

Ariana almost exploded in fury upon seeing the photos, heading straight for the hotel. By the time she arrived, Quinn and the others had just left, leaving only Jonah, who was smoothing out his tie and the creases on his suit. The source of this content ɪs novel⦿fire.net

An intense pounding came from outside the door.

As soon as Ariana entered, she slapped Jonah: "Where’s that cheap woman? Tell her to come out!" She stormed through the room in the manner of a wife catching her husband with a mistress.

"What are you doing? What do you mean, cheap? What’s your problem?" Jonah, having just been beaten by Quinn and now receiving a slap from Ariana, was understandably irritated and on the verge of snapping back.

But, knowing he did have intentions toward Quinn, he felt somewhat guilty facing Ariana.

"You think I’m crazy? Look wide-eyed at what this is!" Ariana seethed, gritting her teeth and pointing at the red diamond earring Quinn left on the bed. She threw her phone at Jonah, her fury reaching its peak.

Jonah’s expression shifted as he swallowed and feigned calmness: "She was drunk, and I just brought her back to the hotel. Don’t overthink it."

She hurled her handbag at him, knitting her delicate brows together tightly: "Oh please! Do you take me for a fool? Bringing her back and staying here like a guard. Where’d you hide that bitch?"

"Stop spouting nonsense. I brought her here and then called her agent to take her away. If you don’t believe me, I can’t help it." Jonah wore a face of impatience; he couldn’t handle Ariana’s unreasonable tantrums anymore: "I’m heading back to the office for some files. If nothing else, you should head back too." With that, he put on his coat and left.

The cold look on Ariana’s face only intensified, glaring at the red diamond earring left by Quinn on the bed. She then wore a sinister smile, picking it up to study.

How dare she entice her man and even manage to get herself evidence? She wasn’t going to let this go to waste! Though she didn’t know who sent her the photos, she felt a hint of gratitude to that person now!

She wished she could crush that red diamond earring into dust, but restraining her murderous impulse, Ariana picked up her phone from the bed.

She then forwarded the photos of the two to Elias Sinclair.

A sinister glint appeared in her beautiful eyes, her lips curling into an eerie smile.

If she couldn’t have it her way, then no one would!