Chapter 162: Chapter 162

Stopping in front of Sylvia Lawson, a strong gust of hormonal tension made Sylvia’s heart race uncontrollably, feeling the blood rush to her head. Just as she was about to flatter Elias Sinclair, she was frightened into silence by the man’s sharp gaze.

"Under no circumstances is anyone allowed to disturb Savannah Lowell."

"Otherwise, I have my ways to make her disappear."

Sylvia was utterly shocked, eyes wide with horror, her fingers trembling slightly in fear, yet her eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Mr. Sinclair personally came to the set and even stopped all filming just for Savannah Lowell!

She remembered the angry voice over the phone.

It turned out to be Mr. Sinclair! He went to see Savannah Lowell.

A strong sense of resentment and jealousy welled up inside her, questioning why Savannah always competed with her.

Not only were the advertisements and endorsements hers, but now Dylan Quinn, whom she liked, was also taken away by Savannah. Even Mr. Sinclair was now interested in that vixen. Why did all good things belong to Savannah, and why did everyone like her?

As long as she was around, Sylvia felt she would never have a day to herself to shine.

And the director and producers were nodding repeatedly, agreeing that as long as Mr. Sinclair didn’t hold them accountable for their mistakes, they could even delay the shooting to next year if needed.

Sylvia kept watching the direction Elias Sinclair left, her expression growing increasingly venomous.

Inside Sinclair Manor...

After Elias Sinclair left, with Mama Lewis’s help, Quinn Lockwood tidied herself up simply and ate a little before lying on the bed, feeling utterly bored.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to move, but Mama Lewis was just short of crying her eyes out, pleading with her to rest properly.

It was strange, really. When a few servants came to clean the room, they were particularly courteous and solicitous to her, even proactively asking if she had any orders.

Though they always addressed her as "madam," no one had ever taken the initiative to seek work from her before.

Could it be that, like Elias Sinclair, they felt sorry for her?

Yes, that must be it.

Lying there was really unbearable for Quinn, so she got up and started to walk around the room.

Elias Sinclair’s room was the largest in Sinclair Manor, and walking around it twice was like covering a small plaza. After walking for a while, Quinn opened the window to breathe in the outside air, instantly feeling refreshed.

She really couldn’t stay cooped up in the room forever.

Glancing at the clock, knowing that the servants were almost done for the day, Quinn planned to slip into the yard for a stroll. Looking around, the only thing in sight was Elias Sinclair’s black suit jacket hanging at the door.

Since it hadn’t been washed or pressed yet, wearing it for a bit shouldn’t be a problem, she thought, draping the jacket over her shoulders as she prepared to head out.

But before she could touch the doorknob, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

A stern, tall man stood in the doorway, scrutinizing Quinn Lockwood with a penetrating gaze.

"Uh, I just...thought since you weren’t back for so long, I’d...go out and take a look." Caught red-handed, Quinn felt a rush of panic, a bit at a loss for what to do.

Before Elias Sinclair left, he had warned her not to go anywhere. If he found out she disobeyed, he might just throw her out of Sinclair Manor.

Involuntarily, both her hands tightly gripped the corners of his suit jacket, her small face scrunched up with worry.

If he really threw her out, she’d have no choice but to go home, but she absolutely couldn’t let Mr. or Mrs. Lowell find out she was hurt.

Seeing her awkward expression, draped in his jacket, Elias Sinclair naturally understood that she wanted to go outside. However, hearing the woman’s excuse, he didn’t feel the slightest bit angry; instead, his remarkably handsome eyebrows relaxed.

Taking the jacket off her shoulders, Elias Sinclair walked straight into the room, his thin lips parting slightly as he said, "Eat dinner before going downstairs."

The man’s calm voice rang in her ears, and Quinn Lockwood nodded sheepishly.

He didn’t lose his temper; he really had changed.

Could it be that the company made a big profit today?

Sitting on the sofa, Elias Sinclair opened his laptop. Upon seeing a folder on the desktop, his expression instantly darkened. Looking up, he saw Quinn Lockwood in deep thought, his gaze growing even more profound.

"Come here." His cool voice carried a hint of anger, making Quinn’s heart tighten involuntarily.

Opening the folder, Elias Sinclair turned the laptop toward Quinn. Seeing the photo showing Jonah Hansen helping her into a hotel, her heart skipped a beat, pounding as if it might jump out.

A trace of unnatural light flashed in her almond eyes, and Quinn’s hands kept fidgeting, swallowing nervously as she pretended to meet his gaze casually.

"This...what’s this about?"

Elias Sinclair’s sharp eyes lifted slightly, his fingers gently rubbing his chin as he scrutinized the woman before him.

"Explain, what is this?" Pointing at the laptop, the man’s handsome face had already turned ominously dark.

"Um...it’s just, I and he..." Quinn could feel her heart beating faster, her gaze involuntarily avoiding Elias Sinclair’s, her breathing becoming uneven.

It felt like she might faint.

Not that she was really faint, but the room’s pressure was incredibly low, leaving her at a loss for words.

Why did it feel like being caught cheating?

Her fair hands rubbed her throbbing temples, her watery eyes darkening slightly as she weakly said, "I have such a headache."

With a slight frown, Quinn’s body began to sway gently, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, Elias Sinclair’s sullen face quickly transformed with worry as he lifted Quinn Lockwood up in one swift motion.

Suddenly being lifted off the ground, Quinn was utterly caught off-guard, letting out a small cry as she hastily wrapped her arms around his neck. Follow current novels on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

Just how strong was this guy, instantly carrying her like a princess? It’s so domineering, it’s unreal!

Noticing the woman in his arms still seemed quite lively, Elias Sinclair raised an eyebrow, his narrowed eyes flashing with an inscrutable glow.

Suddenly, Elias carried Quinn back to the bed. Instead of leaving, he held her against his chest, lowering his gaze to conceal the strange glint in his eyes, his handsome face slowly approaching Quinn, the warmth of his breath gently brushing against her ear, as his cool fingers softly covered her delicate lips.

The constant breath by her ear made Quinn’s hair stand on end, wondering what on earth this man wanted!

Didn’t he know her ears were the most sensitive!

"You..." Quinn trembled slightly, just about to ask the man to get off her when his fingers gently pressed against her lips, making a shushing gesture.

"I see you’re quite spirited." The man’s calm voice sounded by her ear, seemingly unremarkable, yet Quinn felt it was the calm before the storm, that Elias Sinclair was definitely angry.