Chapter 159: Chapter 159
Elias Sinclair went directly to the production team to question why Quinn Lockwood hadn’t returned, nearly scaring the entire crew half to death. Everyone stammered, unable to provide an explanation.
Actually, it wasn’t their fault either because Sylvia Lawson was also out of sight just after getting off the plane. Everyone thought the two of them were together.
"Ah? Savannah hasn’t come back? I told her to go ahead and meet up," the director quickly called Sylvia Lawson, but the voice on the other end was very surprised. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N()velFire.net
"I’ve been waiting in the rest area for Savannah all day and didn’t see her come back. I thought she had boarded the plane first. Didn’t she?" Sylvia secretly bit her lip, not expecting they would realize so soon that Quinn hadn’t returned.
It’s only been a night, what trouble could she have faced? Sylvia thought to herself, still not satisfied.
Listening to Sylvia’s words, Elias’s eyes filled with a stormy fury as he slammed a palm onto the table, frightening everyone into silence: "If anything has happened to Savannah Lowell, all of you should be ready to pack up and head to Afronia for filming. Don’t bother coming back."
The gloomy voice seemed to be squeezed from between his lips and teeth, his suddenly clenched hands showing his extreme anger.
The director was startled, dropping his phone to the ground with a clatter, not daring to pick it up for a long time.
Sylvia, on the other hand, found the angry male voice familiar, but couldn’t recall who it was.
With a bang, the door was kicked open, and the tall man strode out quickly.
"Kevin, send a helicopter immediately; I’m going to Aethelgard Island."
The entire production team was unable to recover for a long time, the director and producer exchanging helpless glances.
Judging by Mr. Sinclair’s reaction, it seems... Miss Lowell is very important to him. And they had made such a huge oversight, leaving her on the island without realizing it. It’s a big deal now; they can only hope Savannah Lowell is safe and sound.
Meanwhile, Quinn Lockwood, left alone on Aethelgard Island, was almost exhausted. The island’s temperature varied drastically from morning to night, and she had no clothing or tent for shelter, shrinking away in a cave, hoping the production team would quickly return to pick her up.
But a whole night had passed, and she had encountered nothing.
Supporting herself against the rock wall to slowly stand up, Quinn felt faint. Everything seemed like a flurry of snowflakes before her eyes, and she was freezing. Trembling, she lifted a hand to her forehead.
She couldn’t stay here any longer. The cold air rising from the pond was too much.
Dragging her heavy legs, Quinn forced herself not to collapse, needing to find food and something to make a fire.
Picking up the torch she had dropped earlier, she used it as a crutch and walked to a place she had never been during filming. Standing high and looking out, she seemed to see trees with strange fruits, her dim eyes gaining a hint of color.
It seemed like a noise came from behind her, making Quinn think something was wrong, and she slowly turned her head, only to see a snake with a triangular head sticking out its red tongue and coming toward her. Although she hadn’t seen a snake before, she knew triangular-headed snakes were certainly venomous.
What to do? It hadn’t seemed to notice her yet.
Slowly turning her head to look over the cliff, Quinn was relieved it wasn’t very high. She reckoned the worst outcome from jumping would be a broken leg. While she hesitated, the hissing sound grew closer; turning back, she saw the snake’s eye, the size of a bean, glowing with a greedy green light as it looked at her.
She couldn’t care about much else; biting her lip, Quinn tightly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped off the slope.
She felt pain all over, falling into the bushes below, with branches cutting deep and long wounds into her arm, one sharp one even stabbing straight into her flesh.
She clenched her teeth and pulled it out, and blood flowed uncontrollably to the ground.
It’s okay; this pain will at least keep her conscious.
Sweat trickled down Quinn’s face, and she kept comforting herself; it’d be okay, she would survive, Elias Sinclair would surely come to find her.
Yes, Elias Sinclair certainly would.
Quinn didn’t know why she was so sure he would come looking for her, but thinking of the man’s stern face gave her a spark of hope, striving to prop herself up.
Sitting on the ground, she extracted a map from her trembling pocket with one hand.
Thankfully, she had kept the map with her; the blood flowing from her arm was increasing, and Quinn felt things getting blurry. She bit her tongue hard, and the taste of blood filled her mouth as she pressed on her wound hard, squinting as she studied the map.
This small cliff and fruit trees... Was she in the yellow zone?
The yellow zone was precisely the area the safety advisors had warned everyone not to cross. This place was filled with various venomous creatures and insects, extremely dangerous.
Weakened and leaning against the bushes, the light in Quinn’s eyes dimmed even further.
Elias Sinclair, when will you come?
No... if Elias knew she was missing, he would likely be glad, wouldn’t he?
After all, she was the Savannah Lowell he disliked the most... even though she was Quinn Lockwood.
For some reason, a sense of grievance and resentment welled up in Quinn...
She hadn’t yet had her revenge, and that man—she wasn’t even Savannah Lowell; why did she have to bear the mess she left behind?
As she spiraled into random thoughts, Quinn’s consciousness faded away.
Meanwhile, the Elias Sinclair she longed for was leading a search and rescue team, scouring the hills for her.
Never had he felt this way before; thinking of the potential dangers Quinn might be facing on the island, Elias felt a deep sense of distress, as if something he wanted to grasp was slipping away, spreading across his heart.
If something happened to that woman... no, it wouldn’t. She would be fine.
They say the wicked live long; there’s no way something will happen to that woman!
If he couldn’t even protect his woman, what was the point of having such a large Sinclair Group?
This thought emerged, surprising Elias, as the Sinclair Group was his utmost concern, allowing no room for accidents. But Quinn Lockwood...
He looked out the window and a self-mocking smile played on his lips.
Could it be he felt something for her...
Finally, after over half an hour of searching, they discovered Quinn, nearly unconscious, beneath the low cliff.
Seeing her pale face, covered in blood, Elias felt as if his heart was being cruelly wrung by a giant hand!
He almost flew to Quinn’s side, seeing her wounds, feeling at a loss for a moment.
"Savannah, I’m sorry I’m late." Gently cradling the weak woman in his arms, it felt as if something elusive in his heart had returned. His large hand softly caressed her back, his face unconsciously close to her ear.
Elias’s hands trembled uncontrollably.