Chapter 183: Chapter 183

"I need to see him by tomorrow at the latest, or you know the consequences." The man stopped tapping his fingers on the table, ignored the trembling people, kicked open the door, and left directly. The faint click-clack of his custom leather shoes made everyone’s heart palpitate intensely.

After Elias Sinclair left, the group still couldn’t recover for a long time.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to answer Elias just now, but they simply didn’t have the courage to speak up, especially with Warren Thornton’s threats...

After some discussion, one of the executives, who seemed like a leader, found Anna and asked her to beg Quinn Lockwood to persuade Elias Sinclair to show mercy and let Warren Thornton go.

During the break, Anna found Quinn Lockwood, looking a bit conflicted.

"Savannah, how have you and President Sinclair been recently?" Anna looked at Quinn, awkwardly clenching her palms, taking a while to ask this question.

"Just the usual, is there something you need?" Quinn half-leaned on the back of the chair, and hearing Anna’s question, she knew something was definitely up.

And it couldn’t be anything good.

Anna blinked awkwardly, smiling ingratiatingly at Quinn, eagerly stepping forward to massage her shoulders.

"Savannah, I know you and Mr. Sinclair are both generous, and you’ve been with the company for so long. I’m sure you have deep feelings for it. Could you perhaps... persuade Mr. Sinclair?"

Actually, Anna felt quite troubled; she had heard about what Warren did to Quinn, not to mention he also hurt Mr. Sinclair. Both were people she couldn’t afford to offend. If it weren’t for her own future, she wouldn’t dare ask Quinn for this, even with a hundred guts.

Upon hearing this, Quinn’s brows furrowed tightly, and she suddenly threw off Anna’s hands, looking at her seriously and sternly, "I understand what you mean."

Anna thought she had agreed, immediately relaxing visibly, almost moving to hug Quinn in excitement.

"I will not forgive him, nor will I persuade Elias Sinclair." Quinn’s brows furrowed even more tightly, her clear and bright eyes instantly filled with disgust.

"Savannah, you can’t just stand by and do nothing, if you don’t talk to Mr. Sinclair, we’re all done for," Anna grabbed Quinn’s arm, her anxious voice becoming sharper.

Quinn paused slightly, not because of Anna’s intense reaction, but because she realized what Elias was doing for her.

A warm feeling surged through her heart, thinking about the man who had been occasionally smiling lately, and Quinn felt a bit...

Just then, the clicking of high heels approached, and Sylvia Lawson appeared, swaying her slim waist in a black and white high-end suit.

"You’re just riding on the tiger’s power, do you actually take yourself seriously?" Sylvia stood before Quinn, arms crossed, looking her up and down with a sideways glance. Upon seeing the vague bruises on her neck, her face filled with disdain.

"Oh, I wondered how you managed to cling to Mr. Sinclair, turns out you’re just slutty enough. Tsk tsk, seems like you’re quite wild in bed, even accepting SM."

"I bet it’s not just Mr. Sinclair, the number of people you’ve slept with is probably quite high, huh? My god, the ever-so-proud Savannah Lowell is actually someone anyone can get on with, a public bus!"

Quinn pressed her lips tightly together, one hand clenched into a fist, almost ready to slap Sylvia, holding back her anger with her clear apricot eyes carrying a frightening darkness, "I suggest you keep that mouth of yours clean, I not only know about your collusion with Warren Thornton but also have solid evidence in hand."

"If you continue to provoke me, I don’t mind sending you both to hell."

With that, Quinn smirked, giving Sylvia a meaningful look before turning and leaving the lounge.

Watching Quinn’s departing figure, Sylvia shook slightly, tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart filled with anxiety.

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No, she did everything very secretly; there’s no way Quinn could have evidence.

But behind Quinn is Mr. Sinclair, Cameron Grant, and Dylan Quinn, all exceptional figures...

Unable to determine if Quinn really had any evidence against her, Sylvia felt extremely agitated.

When Anna relayed Quinn’s words to the company executives, they immediately found Warren, explained the situation, their helplessness, and assured him that once released, he’d be able to return to work with the company compensating him handsomely.

Finally reaching an agreement with Warren, the executives were drenched in cold sweat. To ensure Warren wouldn’t expose their dirty secrets, they really sacrificed a lot. Otherwise, the company would be finished!

As the saying goes, self-inflicted troubles are the hardest to bear; perhaps this is what it’s like.

Elias Sinclair promptly brought Quinn Lockwood to deliver Warren Thornton to the police station.

"Mr. Sinclair, we’re truly sorry for our oversight, and we appreciate you bringing him here yourself," the police chief personally came out to greet Elias, having several officers take Warren to the interrogation room.

"Rest assured, we will handle this seriously; his crimes are enough to warrant a severe sentence," the chief looked at Elias respectfully, fearing any dissatisfaction from him.

"Bah! If you’ve got the guts, sentence me to death. Otherwise, once I’m out, I’ll definitely take revenge," Warren struggled, glaring maliciously at Elias.

The chief quickly signaled a few officers to cover Warren’s mouth and drag him away.

Watching Warren being sent into the interrogation room in a sorry state, Quinn exhaled deeply.

Evil people ultimately have to be punished; she knew there was righteousness in the world, and justice would prevail, with someone always stepping up to uphold it.

A tight feeling gripped her heart, and Quinn looked seriously at the man beside her who stood for justice for her, her gaze becoming increasingly gentle.

"What are you thinking about?" The man’s cool voice broke the silence, pulling Quinn back to reality.

"Thank you." Smiling gracefully at Elias Sinclair, Quinn felt an indescribable sense of relief.

His large hand ruffled her hair; Elias’ eyes revealed a trace of delight as he lightly wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the police station.

Quinn was immersed in gratitude and emotion, not realizing they walked side by side like a couple.

Returning to the company, Quinn stayed in her studio to gather all kinds of evidence of Sylvia Lawson and Warren Thornton’s illicit relationship.

She had to strike back!