Chapter 221: Chapter 221

Wade Lynch saw Quinn Lockwood looking at him with displeasure, couldn’t help but chuckle, then lazily yawned, and continued: "Miss Lowell has seen my skills during the last collaboration." This update ıs available on n0velfire.net

"This Jonah Hansen is clearly a flirtatious and lustful scumbag. Faced with someone like Miss Lowell, who is not only good-looking with a great figure but also uniquely charming like a graceful swan, how could Mr. Hansen not be tempted?"

"But he couldn’t taste the swan meat, so how could Mr. Hansen easily give up? Only by making this swan, who is gradually making waves in the entertainment industry, fall to dust to beg for his help, can he delightfully eat this delicious swan meat."

"Isn’t that right, Miss Lowell." Wade Lynch maintained his nonchalant demeanor as he slightly raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Quinn Lockwood with a somewhat meaningful expression.

Quinn Lockwood dropped her gaze, took a sip of wine, and lightly drew circles with her fingertips on the table as she leisurely watched the man before her, suddenly laughing before stopping her actions.

"Mr. Lynch, it’s no wonder you’re young yet the president of the Evening Wind Post. This draft is really brilliant, I can’t help but want to applaud and cheer."

Hearing Quinn Lockwood’s sarcastic praise, the corner of Wade Lynch’s mouth twitched slightly.

This woman really has a sharp tongue...

"I wonder what President Lynch wants this time? Money or news?" Quinn Lockwood knew Wade Lynch wouldn’t help her for no reason, so she bluntly asked.

Wade Lynch snapped his fingers, then lazily leaned back against the chair, casually saying: "The condition is simple, just want to know one thing."

"Hmm?" Quinn Lockwood raised her brows, signaling him to continue.

"I want to know what the relationship is between Miss Lowell and the Sinclair Group’s boss, Elias Sinclair."

"Don’t tell me it’s like the rumors say that you’re his kept woman. Rumors are brainless, but I have brains. That gentleman is notoriously clean to the point of never touching any woman. Even when a female entrepreneur wants to shake his hand at negotiation meetings, he simply doesn’t even blink, as if he didn’t see it."

Upon hearing this, Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but swallow, surprised that despite Elias Sinclair being surrounded by admirers, he would be so detached from women.

So handsome and well-built, with a multitude of girls around him, and still avoiding women—could it be...a physical condition?

Thinking of this, Quinn Lockwood sighed regretfully, but then remembered the time Elias Sinclair questioned her while pinning her on the bed, she seemed to vaguely feel something...

And then that soft kiss against the car door...

Once more, Quinn Lockwood swallowed, covered her nose to regain composure, and said: "He doesn’t touch women, and I don’t touch men. He’s my boss, and I’m the artist he invested in—that’s the relationship."

Wade Lynch had already caught Quinn Lockwood’s unnatural expression earlier. He propped his chin with his hands and, with a hint of amusement, said: "I told you, I’m no fool. Miss Lowell should be honest with me."

Quinn Lockwood narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly, knowing Wade was as shrewd as herself, so casually bluffing past him was impossible. She lowered her gaze, concealing the aberrant look in her eyes, and straightened up.

Looking at Wade Lynch with a somewhat serious expression, she said: "I can tell you, but you must promise not to spill it, or else next time won’t be easy for cooperation."

"I promise." Wade Lynch knew that what Quinn Lockwood was about to say must be a big secret, his eyes instantly lighting up, he sat straight, raised his hand, and made a vow gesture.

"Our family and The Sinclair Family have been acquaintances for generations. My great-grandfather and his great-grandfather knew each other, plus I’ve been collaborating with him for a while, so naturally, we’re quite familiar." Quinn Lockwood didn’t disclose the whole truth to Wade Lynch.

It’s not that she didn’t trust Wade Lynch, but because she really didn’t want to reveal her identity, especially after getting married to Elias Sinclair and being tired of him but unable to divorce—the situation was too troublesome, requiring more than a whole night to explain.

"Just acquainted?" Wade Lynch raised an eyebrow, seemingly a bit disappointed.

Unable to resist rolling her eyes at Wade Lynch, Quinn Lockwood secretly chuckled to herself, surprised at how easy it was to deceive this person.

"What else? We agreed, I told you the answer, you give me the photos, you’re not backing out, are you?" Quinn Lockwood snatched up the nearby photos and looked at Wade Lynch with a hint of provocation.

She naturally knew Wade Lynch, despite being greedy, maintained a certain level of credibility.

"Here you go, here you go, I’ll even help you with the draft. There’s no taking back what I promised." Wade Lynch waved his hand helplessly and gestured for Quinn Lockwood to keep the photos. He then started editing the draft on his phone while enjoying the meal on the table.

"More dishes, more dishes." Wade Lynch pointed to the menu, then rang the bell to call the waiter over.

Since he gained nothing, he would feast more, better get something than nothing.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two left the restaurant.

"What’s wrong?" Quinn Lockwood had just gotten in the car when she received a call from Elias Sinclair.

"Where are you? I’ll pick you up later to visit Grandpa at the hospital." The cool tone of the voice on the other end, seemed to have a slight hint of tenderness.

Quinn Lockwood felt she might have heard wrong, shook her head slightly, and said: "I’m on Ansley Road now. I drove, how about... I wait for you downstairs at your office, and then we go together."

Quinn Lockwood knew Elias Sinclair wouldn’t agree to them arriving separately at the hospital, so she suggested a plan that might satisfy him.

Sure enough, after pausing for two seconds, an affirmative hum came from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Quinn Lockwood started the car and headed toward Sinclair Group.

"Follow the car in front." As Quinn Lockwood’s car started, Wade Lynch got into a taxi and instructed the driver.

Quinn Lockwood had just arrived downstairs at the Sinclair Group and saw a tall, lean figure standing nearby.

"Get in." The man saw Quinn Lockwood get out of her own car, then pressed the car key to unlock the door and opened his own car door.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Quinn Lockwood recalled what Wade Lynch said about Elias Sinclair’s lack of interest in women and couldn’t resist discreetly observing him.

"If you like to look, just look openly." The man had a faint smile on his lips, his eyes still focused on the road ahead.