Chapter 201: Chapter 201

However... why is Wade Lynch here?

Could he be here to spy on her and Dylan Quinn, and perhaps stir up some rumors to trip her up?

Quinn Lockwood narrowed her almond eyes slightly, a flash of insight passed through them as she assessed Wade Lynch, noticing his seemingly pleased demeanor. Having just walked from the ward area, her mind was instantly clear.

It seems this time he isn’t targeting me.

A slight curve tugged at the corner of her lips, Quinn Lockwood leisurely observed Wade Lynch and said, "Am I missing a congratulations to you?"

Wade Lynch looked startled, not understanding what Quinn Lockwood meant.

"I see you’ve had quite a fruitful trip here, haven’t you?" Emphasizing the word ’fruitful,’ Quinn Lockwood raised her eyebrows slightly, giving the direction of the ward a loaded glance, her tone teasing.

Wade Lynch froze; has she already figured out what I’m doing here?

Considering he hadn’t said a word yet, and the woman was mimicking his speech tone—it was really... quite irritating.

However... wasn’t she supposed to be a fool who only knows chasing after men? How does she have such meticulous analytical skills and keen observational insight?

A series of questions surged within, making Wade Lynch increasingly bewildered as he scrutinized Quinn Lockwood.

Recalling how Quinn Lockwood inexplicably discovered his stalking and effortlessly coaxed him into helping her turn the situation around, he reached a conclusion:

This woman is definitely not simple!

"Miss Lowell, you’re indeed clever, nothing like the rumors outside. Even if you want to dim your own brilliance, you wouldn’t need to set up a persona like that!" Wade Lynch muttered, realizing he must be wary around this woman going forward.

Quinn Lockwood knew he was saying she deliberately hides her true thoughts, her eyes lowered briefly before she laughed and said, "Oh, it’s not like that, my previous foolishness was just immaturity. People always grow, right? Hey? What are you doing here?"

"Making a deal." Wade Lynch’s eyes flickered slightly, uncertain if Quinn Lockwood’s question was intentional.

After all, her earlier words clearly suggested she knew his purpose here.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Quinn Lockwood’s face flashed a mischievous look; she truly wanted to see Ariana Lynch’s face when she’s blackmailed.

But what could this matter be...

Meanwhile, Jonah Hansen was still wreaking havoc at the bar.

Several scantily-clad, seductive women had gathered around Jonah Hansen’s booth.

"Come on, Aimy, it’s your turn." The man slammed the dice cup on the table, then picked up a glass and downed it.

Amidst the incessant buzzing of his phone, Jonah Hansen glanced over to see Ariana Lynch’s name, and his expression turned sour.

Not wanting to deal with that crazy woman, he nevertheless stepped out to answer the call due to their relationship. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on noᴠelfire.net

But before he could speak, an angry female voice exploded from the other end: "Jonah Hansen, dare you to defy me!"

"You’ve really taken my words as passing wind, huh? Think being a manager makes you untouchable? I can easily kick you out of The Lockwood Group anytime!"

Listening to the hoarse and hostile words over the phone, Jonah Hansen couldn’t hold back any longer.

Already plied with whiskey by those women, the alcohol emboldened him.

"I’ll tell you, Ariana Lynch, thinking you’re some sort of heiress? Kick me out of The Lockwood Group?"

"Without my help, you’re nothing now. You’d be like a dog pattering after Quinn Lockwood trying to appease her!"

Leaning against the wall, Jonah Hansen’s face flushed from mild drunkenness, his clear eyes now filled with hostility, despising the person on the other end.

"I suggest you show some respect, or I don’t mind dragging you down with me."

"If Jonathan Lockwood discovers you’re not his daughter, and his biological daughter was burned alive by you, how do you think he’d react?"

Jonah Hansen sneered slightly, able to tolerate Ariana Lynch, won’t really expose these matters; he won’t destroy his life despite her demise.

But he must warn her to recognize her own status.

A sharp female voice erupted from the other end, nearly furious enough to deafen eardrums: "Jonah Hansen! You..."

Not waiting for her to finish, Jonah Hansen hung up abruptly.

His rare good mood was ruined by this frenzied woman...

But there were many stunning and frivolous women waiting for him inside!

The dance floor was lit with splendid, dazzling lights, the loud thumping disco music and DJ’s fervent shouts mingled and crazed steps temporarily dissipated troubles.

Jonah Hansen watched the sensuous twist of the dancers’ white waists and sexy hips in the center, fully elated.

Meanwhile, Anna called Quinn Lockwood, informing her of a short-film style advertisement shoot coming soon, urging her to prepare for the film set.

After instructing Dylan Quinn’s agent to temporarily look after him, Quinn Lockwood went to the agency to learn the specifics of the shoot’s script and requirements.

While our Boss Sinclair in Elaria seems to encounter something unsettling...

"Mr. Sinclair, this is our company’s project plan and progress report. You’ve seen our sincerity and determination; if you could increase the investment by two points, we’re confident in becoming your strongest collaborator in The Western Euria Region within two years."

In Aspiration Inc.’s meeting room, Elias Sinclair sat across from several business administrators seemingly past their forties.

Among the suited executives stood a young, elegant, mixed-blood beauty barely in her twenties, behind the chairman of the opposing company.

"Nancy, hand the documents to Mr. Sinclair." The chairman passed the documents to the girl behind him, looking eagerly at Elias Sinclair.

"Mr. Sinclair." Nancy handed the documents to Elias Sinclair; her voice was like a silver bell, crisp and melodious, laced with feminine charm, tempting one’s senses.

Yet Elias Sinclair remained distant and cold, taking the documents without lifting an eye.

Nancy seemed surprised, casting an inquiry glance toward the chairman.

Before the opposite could react, a cold voice sounded: "Mr. Bernard, I can increase the investment by two points."