Chapter 158: Chapter 158

"Ah, why did it stop? I haven’t taken enough photos yet." Ethan, holding a camera in one hand, pouted slightly in frustration. The scenery on the island was just too captivating, and he had been so engrossed in capturing it that it was already evening before he realized.

Sylvia Lawson glared at the man in red, clenching her fist in anger, her beautiful eyes burning with fire. Surely, this person wasn’t sent by the production team to mess with her.

That night, Quinn Lockwood was eagerly pulled into a tent by a few girls, while Sylvia occupied a large tent by herself. Although she was a bit scared, she still didn’t want to share a space with others.

The next morning was scheduled by the production team as leisure time, where members could wander around the island. After all, there were several delightful spots to enjoy, and they would be leaving in the afternoon, likely never to return to this place again.

"Savannah, how about we take a photo as a keepsake?" Dylan Quinn gently patted Quinn Lockwood on the shoulder, his eyes filled with reluctance, unsure if he would ever have the chance to be with her day and night again.

Quinn Lockwood looked at the man’s gentle almond-shaped eyes, feeling a warm wave in her heart. She sincerely hoped Dylan would find happiness in the future and not waste his time on her. She nodded lightly, then raised her eyebrows at Ethan.

"Why should I take it?" The defiant young man showed a dissatisfied expression, crossing his arms and putting on an ’over my dead body’ look.

"Please, Ethan..." Quinn Lockwood slyly curled her lips, deliberately drawing out her words. She glanced at the others, implying that if he dared to refuse, she would expose his identity.

Knowing Ethan for so long, she naturally understood how to make him listen obediently.

Sure enough, the red-clad youth hurriedly interrupted her, angrily raising the camera to take the photo.

In the photo, the man looked at Quinn Lockwood with gentle eyes, his hand lightly resting on her shoulder.

Soon it was time to leave, with helicopters waiting on the field. Sylvia Lawson’s face changed, and she clutched her stomach, crouching down.

"Oh no, I..." Her face flushed red, helplessly looking at Quinn Lockwood, her expression twisted.

"Savannah, I think... it’s that time. Could you help me?"

As a girl herself, Quinn Lockwood naturally wouldn’t ignore Sylvia’s request. She told a staff member something and then helped Sylvia to the rest area to handle her personal matter.

"Savannah, my stomach is hurting. Could you go to the tent and get my bag? There are painkillers inside, and then we can meet up to go back together." Sylvia’s beautiful eyes were misty, biting her lip as if in great discomfort.

Quinn Lockwood nodded and quickly returned to retrieve Sylvia’s bag.

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes as Sylvia stood up and left.

There was no tent or bag; everything had already been packed up by the crew and taken away. By the time Quinn returned to the rest area, Sylvia was nowhere to be seen.

After boarding the plane, Sylvia was somewhat afraid that her actions might be considered intentional harm. However, she couldn’t tolerate Quinn Lockwood outshining her. Why was everyone fond of her? As long as she was around, Sylvia would never have a chance to stand out.

It was only about letting her suffer for two days on the island—no big deal.

"Where’s Savannah?" Dylan asked, puzzled, as Sylvia sat next to him.

Sylvia’s mind paused, clenching her fist, and replied unnaturally, "Savannah is... on another plane."

Dylan didn’t think much of it, assuming Quinn and the production crew were on a plane together.

A bad feeling surged in his heart suddenly. Elias Sinclair quickly returned to the helicopter landing spot, only to find it deserted. Besides her, no one else was there, and she began to panic.

She had none of her belongings, and without a phone, there was no way to contact the outside world.

Once everyone disembarked, Sylvia left in a taxi, perfectly creating the illusion that she and Quinn had left together.

That evening, the production crew released a teaser for the episode and the clip of Quinn Lockwood leading the others in pulling out radishes. Search volumes surged again.

But because of Savannah Lowell’s previous pretentious and picky behavior, many netizens were already displeased with her. The clips made it seem like Quinn was putting on a hardworking act, and few saw her performance in a positive light.

The next day, the episode officially aired. Crew members and many younger participants reposted clips, cheering for Quinn Lockwood, expressing their fondness for the ’Radish Goddess.’

They adored this capable and beautiful sister, whose classical dance was comparable to professional dancers, hoping to become her disciple!

Seeing Quinn fight through with an injured hand to pull radishes, even retrieving a key from the cold lake center to help the losing team cook and build, many netizens quickly turned into her fans.

Who said she was being pretentious? That’s just a blatant lie!

Watching Quinn and Dylan’s seamless teamwork, people began shipping them as a ’Quinn-Dylan couple,’ despite Dylan’s fans being unhappy about it.

Elias Sinclair, watching the ’sweet’ clips shared by the crew, suddenly furrowed his brows, grabbing his phone and dialing Quinn Lockwood’s number.

The line just kept ringing, cold and monotonous, causing the man’s demeanor to chill.

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Just then, a call came in: "Hey, Sinclair, where did you stash Savannah? I’ve searched her company and home, but she’s nowhere to be found. No one answers her phone. She’s not at your place... you two wouldn’t be..." The caller gasped in surprise and quickly apologized profusely.

"You mean you didn’t find her? You didn’t come back with her?" Elias’s voice turned deep and stern, his dark eyes frosting over.

Ethan shivered at the fear, just now realizing he hadn’t seen Quinn Lockwood upon returning. Immediately feeling guilty, he stammered, "I think I fell asleep... at the time, I don’t know..." He really wanted to slap himself; how could he just fall asleep like that!

Elias’s expression darkened, the room’s temperature plummeting, forcing him to squeeze out a line: "I didn’t tell you to sleep. If anything happens to her, you won’t hear the end of it."

Ethan, although worried about Quinn, didn’t want to die here, so nervously hung up the phone and booked the earliest flight out!

As for Quinn’s situation, he’d keep tabs on it from afar. For all he knew, she could be hiding somewhere taking a good nap, perfectly fine.