Chapter 176: Chapter 176

It’s actually because of this woman, Quinn Lockwood.

Joyce Kramer clenched her sleeve tightly, her heart filled with an indescribable complexity, her gaze turning icy.

She wished Quinn Lockwood would just die instantly!

"President Sinclair, I’m sorry, but we really can’t come up with ten million right now." Joyce turned sideways and stared intently at the files on the table; she couldn’t possibly let President Sinclair rescue that bitch.

"The company has invested in too many new projects recently, all the funds are tied up, it’s hard to reallocate them quickly."

Elias Sinclair, although not often concerned with these minor financial matters, was more than clear about how much the company had and how many projects were signed, big and small. Just ten million, what was that to a business leader like him?

"Do you think I know nothing?" Elias Sinclair propped himself up, his sharp gaze landing on Joyce Kramer’s face, looking quite angry; he turned to lean on the desk, his narrow phoenix eyes exuding a dangerous aura.

"If you still can’t come up with ten million, what use do I have for you worthless bunch, just pack up and get out!"

"No, President Sinclair... that fund is really..." This was the first time Mr. Sinclair had treated her this way. They had known each other for so many years, she had never seen this man lose his temper with her .

"I’ll... I’ll go to finance right now." The moment she saw that hint of disgust in the man’s eyes, Joyce Kramer’s eyes dimmed instantly, losing all strength and daring not to say more.

After handling the procedures in finance, Joyce Kramer returned to her office, pondering the whole situation, feeling that Quinn Lockwood’s kidnapping was indeed quite incredible.

What kind of person would dare to kidnap a rising star, and even manage to contact Mr. Sinclair for a ransom?

Could it be Freya Caldwell? Someone bold, reckless, and hostile to Quinn Lockwood, it must be her.

She made a voice call to Freya Caldwell, directly asking if she kidnapped Quinn Lockwood; the result was an unexpected scream from the other side.

"What? That’s so thrilling, who did it, that’s beautifully done, hahaha."

Joyce Kramer was annoyed by her loud voice, casually responded with a few words, and quickly hung up the phone, a slight smile of pleasure on her face.

Quinn Lockwood is really stupid, managing to offend so many people in the entertainment industry; it seems she doesn’t even need to make a move herself, there are plenty of people to deal with her.

Even if she survived this time by sheer luck, what of it? Sooner or later, someone will finish her off.

But... how could she let her live?

"Is this 110? I need to report a crime..."

Joyce Kramer’s pale finger pressed the phone, her face showing a smug smile...

The more Warren Thornton looked at Quinn Lockwood, the more hatred welled up in his heart.

Seeing her with her head bowed, ignoring him, he couldn’t help but be furious, reaching out to squeeze her chin hard.

Quinn Lockwood was in pain from his grip, immediately breaking away from his hand, glaring at him fiercely.

Warren Thornton had long wished he could tear Quinn Lockwood to pieces. Seeing her still daring to resist with a tough attitude, he raised his hand and gave her a hard slap, the force so great that it knocked her directly to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Quinn Lockwood stubbornly pressing her lips together, unafraid of him, Warren Thornton felt unsatisfied, kicking her in the chest. Quinn Lockwood had no time to struggle before he grabbed her by the neck again, slamming her head onto the ground.

Looking at both the wounds on her mouth and forehead, Warren Thornton finally felt a twisted satisfaction, yanking at her collar to drag her towards a water well nearby, the yank tearing open the zipper of Quinn Lockwood’s yoga jacket, revealing a gray sports bra.

Warren Thornton’s gaze fell on Quinn Lockwood’s chest and her sexy flat belly, his smile growing colder and more malevolent.

Seeing the bruises on her fair skin, his senses were overwhelmed by a strong visual impact, causing a surge of restlessness.

Even if he couldn’t kill her, having her, making her a ruined woman would be satisfying enough.

He simply didn’t believe Elias Sinclair would want a tainted woman, and as an actress, Quinn Lockwood would be utterly finished.

"This tender skin, way better looking than that bitch Sylvia Lawson," Warren Thornton ripped off Quinn Lockwood’s jacket, greedily eyeing her from head to toe, his fat, stubby hand pinching her pale face and slapping it hard a few times. Orıginal content can be found at novel·fire.net

Quinn Lockwood thought of what those men did a few days ago, and facing Warren Thornton’s leering gaze now, her face turned pale with fear, wanting to fight back but able only to tremble.

"No wonder Elias Sinclair values you so much, probably because you’re good in bed, too. Why be so stubborn? If you’d just use your skills to serve me, wouldn’t be now."

"Damn it, just how many people have played with you?"

"Don’t touch me, I beg you." Quinn Lockwood bit her lip so hard that blood dripped without her realizing, her voice trembling with fear.

"Beg me? Wait till I’m done, then you can beg all you want!"

Warren Thornton grew more excited as he continued, dragging Quinn Lockwood closer to himself, about to force a kiss on her, feeling increasingly triumphant at her frightened squeals.

Quinn Lockwood’s tears flowed uncontrollably, her lips were already bitten and bleeding; she knew she was finished at that moment.

I’m so sorry, Elias Sinclair.

Closing her eyes in despair, Elias Sinclair’s pale, delicate yet stern face appeared in her mind, forcing a twisted smile.

"Let her go!" An icy, furious shout sounded from afar.

Warren Thornton halted his attempt to force a kiss on Quinn Lockwood, turning to glaringly scrutinize the swiftly approaching man.

At that moment, Elias Sinclair seemed like the god of the underworld, rushing forward to grab Warren Thornton by the throat, pushing him toward the edge of the rooftop.

Warren Thornton was shocked at Elias Sinclair’s speed and immense strength, seeing Elias’s reddened eyes seemingly ready to push him off, his expression changed, pointing at Quinn Lockwood and saying, "I advise you not to act rashly, I’ve injected her with an experimental drug, if you want her life spared, you’d better let me go."

Having said that, he glanced sideways at Quinn Lockwood, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

With tightly pressed thin lips, the man’s eyes flashed with uncontrollable rage, veins bulging on his face, the hand clutching Warren Thornton trembling slightly.