Chapter 171: Chapter 171
Holding the script with two fingers like it was something utterly disgusting, she handed it to Sylvia Lawson.
"What were you doing just now, sister? Why does this script have such a strange smell?" She said, pinching her nose.
She picked up a bottle of perfume from the table and sprayed Sylvia several times, instantly covering her in a choking, strong scent of cheap perfume.
Sylvia was almost about to explode, rushing forward to push Quinn Lockwood.
"Hey, hey hey?" Quinn shrank away and quickly dodged to the side, causing Sylvia to miss and fall flat on her face.
Stretching lazily, Quinn didn’t bother helping Sylvia up, leaving her lying on the ground.
This little thing, doesn’t even have the brains to realize that you don’t push people so openly. Didn’t she learn anything from Ariana Lynch’s sneaky attacks?
"I’m sorry, sister, I didn’t do it on purpose. As compensation, the perfume is yours." With a click of the bottle set on the table, Quinn turned to leave, and after a few steps, she seemed to remember something.
"Oh, by the way, no need to thank me, this was just to remove odors, nine bucks with free shipping." Fanning herself with the script, she clicked away in her high heels. Dıscover more novels at novelꞁire.net
The employees watching the drama couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Sylvia always acted so high and mighty at the company, yet everyone thought her significance was overestimated.
Her temper wasn’t small, but now, approaching Savannah Lowell, she deserved to be taken down a notch.
"Get lost! All of you, get the hell out!" Sylvia was infuriated, supporting herself with shaking arms, her face twisted in rage.
Recalling how she humbled herself to please that disgusting old man last night, she wanted nothing more than to tear Quinn’s skin off.
Why was Quinn always surrounded by handsome men, while Sylvia had to flatter those repulsive old guys?
The grievances she suffered, she promised to return them tenfold.
After finishing her magazine cover shoot, it was close to 10 pm, but with a new drama to shoot the next day, Quinn could only stay up to memorize her lines.
By the early hours, except for the security guard and Quinn, the agency was deserted.
Feeling very tired, she stretched her back, closed the script, and planned to head straight home for sleep.
However, as she exited the company gate, a beautifully dressed woman emerged from behind a tree across the street, sending a message on her phone.
"I have a little donkey, I never ride it~" Quinn was humming a tune, swinging her little lambskin chain bag as she walked.
The tranquil and calm night relaxed her, under the thick sycamore trees, the rustling leaves swayed with the breeze, shadows stretching long under the street lamps.
A sudden chill made her involuntarily shiver.
An inexplicable sense of foreboding rose within her, and Quinn wrapped her coat tighter, quickening her steps.
Behind her, faint footsteps seemed to follow, matching her pace. Realizing something was wrong, she turned a corner to shake off whoever was following, only to be blocked ahead.
Before she could call out, several people ambushed her, stuffing a cloth into her mouth, and dragged her away with a grip on her throat.
"Get her in the car, quickly." A gruff man’s voice ordered as they tied Quinn’s arms with rope while she struggled, slapping her to quiet her down.
"Behave, you bitch, I don’t have any pity for you."
The man had a strong hand, leaving Quinn dazed from the slap, her ears buzzing. With her limbs bound and mouth gagged, her face was ghostly pale, her body trembling.
They shoved her into a car and drove to a deserted lakeside area, roughly dragging her out and throwing her on the ground.
Frightened, Quinn looked up at the men standing before her, trying to scream but only letting out muffled cries, kicking her bound legs towards them with all her might. However, the man dodged and grabbed her by the hair.
"Still resisting, huh?" The man yelled, pulling at her hair hard enough to tear it, watching her tearful, terrified struggle.
Quinn realized she had completely angered them. The searing pain and hopeless despair overwhelmed her.
In this desolate place, in the dead of night, there was no one to save her.
Her eyes darting around in panic, tears streamed down her face, all she could do was twist her body desperately to avoid them.
At that moment, her phone began to vibrate.
The man seemed to hear something, abruptly letting go, and her head hit the ground with a thud, explosive pain and dizziness threatening to overcome her. She clawed at her arms with her nails, trying to stay conscious.
"What’s that noise? Find it, now!" The leader’s expression changed instantly as they searched Quinn, eventually finding her phone in her pocket. In the process of picking it up, accidentally touched the screen.
"Mmm! Mmm!" Quinn couldn’t see who was calling, but seeing the man freeze in place, she realized the call had been accidentally answered.
Elias Sinclair was just about to speak when he heard a woman’s sobbing on the other end, followed by a loud crash, and the call was abruptly disconnected.
Trying to call back, he found the phone was turned off.
His brows furrowed deeply, his heart racing with panic, he rushed out without even grabbing a coat.
"Get me the surveillance footage near Savannah Lowell’s company, now!" His voice was cold as ice, sending shivers down the spine of the person on the line.
Not wasting a second, the surveillance footage was sent to Elias Sinclair’s computer within seconds.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, his long fingers flew over the keyboard, quickly spotting Quinn’s figure. Seeing her being dragged into a car, his fingers hesitated, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart.