Chapter 228: Chapter 228
"Savannah Lowell, stop right there! Don’t think you’re the boss of the house just because your brother isn’t here." Nina Sinclair initially planned to look for Faye, but as soon as she stepped out, she heard low voices downstairs and witnessed Quinn Lockwood raising her hand to hit Freya Caldwell.
She rushed over and pulled Quinn away, but before Nina could do anything more, two servants hurried over to separate them.
"Miss Nina, please stop, you can’t do this."
"Ma’am, ma’am, please, don’t take it out on the young lady."
Other servants also hurried over upon hearing the commotion, stopping Nina and persuading her to retreat.
After Nina and Freya left, Quinn coldly stared in the direction of the door, her eyes slightly downcast.
She picked up the scripts from the floor and placed them on the table. After taking a deep breath, she changed into another outfit and immediately left.
If she didn’t go out to calm down, she feared she would explode with anger.
Who knew what more craziness Nina and Freya would stir up.
Feeling a bit irritable, Quinn walked out of The Sinclair Residence but was soon called out by several voices.
"Savannah Lowell, it’s Savannah Lowell!"
Following the sound, she noticed a few well-dressed individuals approaching with their phones.
"We’re your fans. May we take a photo with you?" a man with black-framed glasses asked, stepping forward.
Quinn smiled politely at him and nodded.
Feeling somewhat warmed inside, she hadn’t expected to meet her fans. It seemed her efforts weren’t in vain after all.
The fan handed his phone to a companion and stood beside Quinn, but his hands were not well-mannered, resting on her shoulder.
At first, Quinn didn’t refuse, assuming the fan just wanted to be closer to her. But she didn’t expect him to go further, placing his hands on her waist and starting to rub.
"I’m sorry, I have things to do." Quinn frowned, turned around, and attempted to leave. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel-fire.ɴet
"Hey, don’t go! We haven’t taken a picture yet." The fan quickly grabbed Quinn’s hand, his gaze growing more lascivious.
Quinn’s demeanor instantly turned cold and stiff. She shook off the fan’s hand and looked at him with extreme disgust.
"Stop pretending. People like you rely on your looks to seduce directors and find a spot in the entertainment industry!"
"You look glamorous on screen, but behind the scenes, you do what only prostitutes do. Sleeping with directors to land roles, why not spend a night with me instead? I’ve got money!"
The man’s coarse and lewd words instantly drew a crowd of onlookers. Many recognized Savannah Lowell and began taking photos and videos.
"Crazy!" Quinn’s face suddenly changed, and she quickly raised her collar to cover her face.
At that moment, a car honked from the roadside, and Quinn hesitated, thinking Elias Sinclair might have returned.
"Savannah!" A refined and fair-looking man stepped out of the car, running nervously towards Quinn.
"Dylan?" Feeling a bit disappointed inside, Quinn looked at the man in front of her with surprise.
Dylan glanced around at the onlookers, thought for a moment, then put his arm around Quinn’s shoulder. He looked sternly at the crowd blocking the way, but his tone remained polite, "Excuse us, please let us through."
Dylan escorted Quinn to his car, gentlemanly opening the door for her, then got in and drove away.
"Oh my goodness! Isn’t that Dylan?"
"It is Dylan, it is! Are they dating? So sweet!"
"He’s so handsome, did you see how he just exuded boyfriend energy? ’Excuse us, please let us through!’" A cute, petite girl watched Dylan’s car leave with stars in her eyes, mimicking his tone.
The crowd snapped furiously in the direction of Dylan’s departing car until it was out of sight.
Quinn leaned back in her seat, feeling a bit exhausted, and took a deep breath.
Dylan glanced sideways at Quinn, his eyes filled with some curiosity.
"Savannah, why are you here?"
Dylan wondered why Quinn was near this affluent villa area since both her company and film set were some distance away.
Awkwardly blinking, Quinn covered her nose with her hand and then sneezed, asking, "Oh, do you have any tissues in the car?"
"In my pocket, you can take them yourself." Dylan motioned with his eyes to indicate the tissues were in his right pocket, then gently eased off the gas to slow the car down.
Seeing Dylan’s unchanged expression and no further questions about why she was near the villa area, Quinn breathed a slight sigh of relief. While wiping her nose, she asked, "Where are we headed?"
"Um... have you had lunch yet? How about we go to the ’Secret Base’?" Remembering their fun times at the Secret Base, Dylan couldn’t help but smile, his gentle eyes curving with warmth.
At the mention of the Secret Base, Quinn immediately perked up, eagerly nodding and replying, "Sure, I’ve really missed their Hundred Flower Cake!"
The Secret Base’s royal cuisine and desserts are unbelievably delicious. Just thinking about the Hundred Flower Cake made Quinn swallow involuntarily.
Upon arriving at the Secret Base, the two sat at their old spot by the window on the second floor, ordered some favorite dishes, and started chatting.
"By the way, Savannah, how’s your schedule these days?" Dylan asked with a gentle smile, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Quinn.
"It’s alright, aside from filming a show, I’m just doing magazine shoots and ads." Quinn replied.
"I see. I was supposed to start filming a new show, but the director hasn’t chosen a lead actress yet, so it’s delayed." Dylan slightly tilted his head, his clear peach blossom eyes rippling with a gentle warmth, nodding subtly with an almost suggestive tone.
Quinn, engrossed in the long-awaited delicious taste of the Hundred Flower Cake, merely nodded knowingly, feigning regret.
Dylan’s eyes briefly flickered with disappointment, but watching Quinn’s cheeks puffed with food, he found her incredibly adorable. He couldn’t resist flicking her forehead and smiled with pursed lips.