Chapter 220: Chapter 220
Are these people cursing me to die? Quinn Lockwood laughed as she took down the photo from the door, staring at the smiling face and the blood-red dye dripping like bleeding into her eyeball.
The eerie light emanating from her eyes was chilling, like a vengeful spirit reborn, sending shivers down one’s spine, frightfully sinister.
Quinn casually tossed the photo to the ground, opened the door, and changed into a new outfit.
Just after dressing up, Quinn received a call from the company director.
She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise; since the director personally called, it couldn’t be for anything good! Thinking this, Quinn picked up the phone.
"Savannah Lowell, come to the company immediately." The director’s voice on the phone sounded somewhat anxious, and it seemed a bit chaotic on the other end.
Aware of what might happen next, Quinn put on white sneakers, a hat, and a mask, then drove to the talent agency.
"Savannah, you’ve had many engagements recently and it’s been quite exhausting. The company has decided to let you take a break for a while." In the office were the manager, the person in charge, the director, Anna, and some others, speaking with a tone suggesting negotiation.
Quinn lowered her eyes slightly, noticing a photo seemingly pressed under a folder on the director’s desk. It looked very similar to the one posted on her hotel door.
"Is the company planning to bench me or blacklist me?" Quinn walked to the desk and pulled the photo from under the folder, examining it carefully.
The director seemed stunned by Quinn’s action but quickly regained composure.
"The company doesn’t intend to do that. You know about this incident, and right now, you’re really not suitable to make appearances." The director turned the computer screen towards Quinn, showing the video of her being chased and having things thrown at her this morning.
"Enough!" Slamming the table forcefully, Quinn released the anger that had been surging inside her.
Since this incident happened, not a single person in this huge talent agency asked her for the truth about what really happened.
Even when Anna called, it was just endless complaints and accusations, letting the public frenzy grow larger and larger.
Not only did they fail to help her resolve it, but now they brought out the video of being surrounded by haters as if it were nothing, even considering blacklisting her?
"Let’s terminate the contract now." Quinn couldn’t bear it anymore; this company only obstructed her path forward and upward. Every time something tough happened, this lousy agency only knew how to shirk responsibility and avoid confrontation. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novèlfire.net
Anna was surprised and widened her eyes at Quinn’s words. Before she could say anything, the person in charge took out a document and placed it in front of Quinn.
"According to the original contract, if an artist wants to terminate the contract with the agency before the time is up, they must pay ten times the breach penalty."
"Based on the amount signed at the time, you now need to pay thirty million." After speaking, the person in charge placed the termination contract on the table, then crossed his legs, looking at Quinn indifferently.
In the mind of the person in charge, Quinn was already a pawn.
Even if the public could forget Quinn’s involvement as a third party, Ariana Lynch, an A-list actress with backing and background, definitely wouldn’t spare Quinn.
Moreover, with such a scandal, how could anyone still support Quinn? She’d be cursed the moment she appeared in public.
"You’re simply bullying people too much. The company acts as if it’s powerless regarding the artist’s scandal, thinking you all lack skills. Now, it seems you’re quite adept at shirking responsibility!"
"Finally, the vicious face that consumes people without spitting out bones is revealed." With intense disgust, Quinn’s eyes turned icy cold, glaring at the hypocritical people in front of her, furious inside.
"Savannah Lowell, I advise you to behave and listen. If there’s an opportunity, the company will still arrange events for you. Don’t refuse good wine and drink bad wine." The person in charge looked at Quinn disdainfully, his slightly shaking feet revealing his impatience.
"Alright, I’ve seen enough." Quinn’s lips pressed tight, her gaze deep enough to hide her emotions, but the fleeting menace in her eyes made the managers pause.
"I’m not playing along, goodbye." Quinn coldly swept her eyes over the people, taking the contract and turning to leave the talent agency.
Just a few steps out, a familiar voice called out.
"Miss Lowell, may we talk?" Wade Lynch lifted his cap brim, looking at Quinn with his usual cavalier attitude.
Seeing Wade wave a letter in his hand, Quinn thought it over slightly and then took him to a private room in a high-end restaurant.
She chose this place because its grade and consumption level was beyond what ordinary people or haters could afford, and it was quiet and hidden, perfect for secret talks.
"Mr. Lynch, feel free to speak directly, we’re old acquaintances, no need for beating around the bush." Quinn knew from Wade’s elusive gaze that he must have something, and it was likely beneficial for her.
As for the reward... presumably, this senior journalist had already thought it through.
Wade smiled openly at Quinn, then placed the envelope in front of her, leaning on the armrest with interest.
Quinn slightly frowned, opened the envelope, and took out a stack of photos.
Upon seeing the man in the photos, Quinn curled her lips into a smile, realizing his intent, her gaze showing admiration for the man before her.
But her tone still carried a hint of inquiry as she said, "What do you mean by this?"
"I say, Miss Lowell, you just asked not to beat around the bush, but now you’re doing it yourself."
"These were photos I took the other day while staking out at a bar, showing Jonah Hansen mingling with a crowd of women. Look, there’s not just one, but five or six girls in one night. Jonah Hansen is really something." Wade pointed at the photos in Quinn’s hands, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"So, Mr. Lynch, what are you..." Quinn knew Wade had more to say. She wanted to turn the discussion in her favor, but unexpectedly, Wade waved his hand, stopping her from continuing.