Chapter 177: Chapter 177

A pair of eyes as black as the night were fixed on the person in charge, then the hands slowly dropped.

Warren Thornton, seeing Elias Sinclair at a loss with him, showed a smug expression. Seizing the moment when Elias was unprepared, he threw a punch at Elias’s face, forcefully breaking free from his grasp, and swiftly ran back to Quinn Lockwood, pulling her up.

Quinn, covered in injuries and recently frightened, appeared unusually pale, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes hollow. Plus, she hadn’t eaten much in the past few days, making her frail and pitifully fragile, on the verge of collapse.

"Put her down, I brought the money." Elias, looking at the weakened Quinn, felt a surge of blockage in his chest. His voice was increasingly deep and hoarse. He took two steps forward, wanting to bring her to his side.

Warren thought Elias was trying to stall, so he quickly picked up the knife on the ground and gestured twice: "If you dare to come any closer, I’ll start cutting her now."

Seeing Elias make no further move, a cunning flash crossed Warren’s face, and he asked, "Where’s the money? Where is it?"

"Attention inside, release the hostage immediately."

Suddenly, a loudspeaker voice from outside startled Warren, causing his face to change drastically, and a ferocious look quickly spread across his eyes.

"Release the hostage immediately, and our police department guarantees to seek leniency for you."

"Damn it, you called the police!" Warren was startled by the shouting from the outside police, his face turning pale, his features twisted in agony.

Elias’s face also changed, his brows tightly furrowed.

He did not call the police!

Fearing to provoke Warren, Elias was about to explain when Warren, already furious, grabbed Quinn’s hair and yanked her up from the ground.

Seeing this, Elias’s eyes were like those of a beast ready to devour, desperately wanting to kill Warren on the spot! Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on ⓝovelFire.net

"Make those police leave immediately. If they come any closer, I’ll kill her now." Warren’s eyes were nearly bulging out, glaring at Elias with a flushed face, neck full of protruding veins, gripping Quinn harder, pressing the knife against her neck.

The blade lay against Quinn’s slender, pale neck, leaving a bloodstain.

But the already pale person had endured so much pain that she didn’t feel the pain at her neck.

She looked at Elias, her lips faintly moving, her eyes veiled with a mist of tears, before she turned her gaze away.

She must not cry, must not make him worry about her.

At this moment, the man stood right in front of her. Why cry? He would definitely save her.

Seeing the bright red bloodstain and the slowly dripping beads of blood, Elias’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his eyes showing a trace of panic, cold sweat forming densely on his forehead.

The man tried to steady his mind, his thin lips moving slightly, then raising his eyebrows, looked calmly at Warren and said, "The money is in the SUV at the entrance, the key is right here, you can drive it away anytime."

Tossing the car key in Warren’s direction, Elias smirked and said, "You’d better not use this woman to threaten me. If she wasn’t a collaborator with my company, and a lawsuit would follow if something happened, I wouldn’t have come to save her."

Fingertips hanging by his side quivered slightly, Elias clenched his fist seemingly to cover up unease. Seeing Thomas Thornton’s hand holding against Quinn trembled a bit, he continued coldly, "Women like her who cling desperately make me sick, everyone online knows I hate her."

Warren initially didn’t quite believe Elias’s words, but recalling how Savannah Lowell used to cling to Elias like a plaster and secretly buy her way into hot trends, he thought in more detail.

Elias was a man of great repute in the business world, never known to have shown interest in such a conceited and superficial woman like Savannah.

Yet Warren couldn’t fully trust him given Elias had stuck up for Quinn multiple times.

At that moment, Quinn felt as though she was in the dead of winter, chilled to the bone, hands tied tightly, clenching with whitened knuckles, her blank stare locked on the cold man, uncontrollable tears rolling from her eyes, hitting the ground.

Was he still that disgusted by her? Were his recent kindnesses merely for the company’s benefit?

The man’s icy words still echoed in her ears, filled with despair and gloom. Quinn struggled to discern if Elias’s words were true or not, finding herself rather laughable.

"Heh." She couldn’t help but give a self-mocking laugh, her last bit of hope shattered.

"Why are you laughing!" Warren increased the pressure of the knife as Quinn’s wound bled anew.

Elias’s shoulder trembled, his gaze instantly dropped to conceal his abyssal expression: "If you don’t hurry, once the police find out, it’ll be hard for me to gather another ten million for you."

His brow furrowed tightly, speaking with an impatient tone: "Wrap it up, I’ve got lots more to deal with."

With money and car seemingly secured, Warren didn’t want to linger, lowering the knife as his eyes turned with another thought.

"I want tickets and passports."

"Everything’s in the car: plane, boat tickets, and passports, different destinations and times, you can go wherever you want." Elias’s face was cold and stern, crossing his arms impatiently as if ready to leave in the next second.

"I wouldn’t bother to completely ruin you, just don’t waste any more of my time."

Warren, with no other options, except to believe Elias, thought of leaving Quinn, but hesitated, wary of the police outside.

Seeing Warren distracted, a sharp glint flashed through Elias’s eyes. He lunged and twisted Warren’s wrist brutally, a cracking sound echoing as Warren’s howls of pain filled the room.

Kneeling on the ground clutching his arm, Warren’s face was pale, his lips trembling from the pain.

Elias ignored him, immediately aiding and untying Quinn.

"It hurts, doesn’t it?" Lightly touching the wound on her lips, Elias’s gaze was uncontrollably trembling.

Quinn just stared blankly at him without replying, her eyes widened in horror, pulling Elias slightly.

Warren, like a madman, charged with a knife, his eyes red as if he had lost his mind.

Elias scooped Quinn up, dodging Warren’s attack, then kicked him on the back. Warren smashed face down onto the ground, half his face scraped, nose flattened and bleeding continuously, yet seemingly unfazed, clambered up, brandishing the knife at them again.