Chapter 230: Chapter 230

"Elias, you..." Freya Caldwell looked at Elias Sinclair, whose eyes were bloodshot and his expression extremely cold, and couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. She shrank back a few steps, not even daring to stand.

The man supported his forehead with one hand, then walked to the door, opened it, and said coldly to the outside, "Someone, throw her out for me!"

In less than 10 seconds, two men in black uniforms, looking well-trained, came over and dragged Freya Caldwell out.

"Elias, you can’t do this to me, I’m Nina Sinclair’s friend!" Freya struggled to break free but had her mouth covered by one of the assistants.

With a bang, the door was closed. Elias Sinclair leaned against the wall, his face frighteningly red, and his breathing increasingly rapid.

After being kicked out of the Sinclair Family’s estate, Freya Caldwell didn’t leave but crouched at the gate, her grievance-filled tears continuously falling.

"Nina, I... Elias kicked me out, I’m so scared!" Freya sobbed as she called Nina Sinclair, her tone excessively sorrowful and fragile.

"What? Where are you now? I’m coming to find you!" Nina Sinclair was so startled she nearly dropped her phone. Upon hearing Freya say she was at the Sinclair Family’s gate, she hurriedly grabbed her bag and rushed out.

Arriving at the gate, Nina saw Freya Caldwell crouched in the corner, softly sobbing. She quickly took off her coat and draped it over her, saying, "Freya, don’t cry, I’ll... I’ll first take you to a hotel to settle for a bit. As for my brother... better not show up for a while."

After all, Nina herself was involved in this matter just now, originally thinking she could pair her good friend with her brother...but didn’t anticipate such an outcome.

This whole thing was accidentally brought up by Freya Caldwell, who said that it was because Quinn Lockwood drugged Elias Sinclair that she gained her current status.

If it weren’t forced, Elias Sinclair wouldn’t have signed with Quinn Lockwood or helped her in the entertainment industry, or so it was said.

Nina Sinclair disliked Quinn Lockwood because Savannah Lowell was once arrogant, aggressive, and unreasonable, often at odds with Nina and held grudges, frequently scolding Nina with the air of the mistress of the Sinclair Family.

However, recently in her interactions with Quinn Lockwood, she seemed not as detestable as before.

Nina Sinclair lowered her gaze, feeling an indescribable sentiment.

"Nina, do you know? Elias, he... at first mistook me for that bitch Savannah Lowell!" Tears welled in Freya Caldwell’s eyes as she held onto Nina Sinclair, her sobbing becoming even more heart-wrenching.

Nina soothed Freya’s back, feeling very apologetic towards her. After all, back when Savannah Lowell drugged her brother, she was also thrown out by him.

The more Freya Caldwell cried, swollen with tears, she recalled that Elias Sinclair was gentle to her because he mistook her for Quinn Lockwood, which intensified her hatred towards Quinn.

It’s all because of that bitch. As long as she’s around, Elias won’t notice her worth.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp and cold gleam.

Meanwhile, Elias Sinclair submerged himself completely in cold water.

The heat surging inside him, under the stimulation of the cold water, made him feel unbearably uncomfortable. His thin lips pressed tightly, his handsome face revealing an unnatural flush.

His phoenix-like eyes involuntarily flickered slightly; Elias Sinclair took a deep breath, then sank his body, submerging entirely in the cold water.

It wasn’t until midnight that the persistent heat inside gradually cooled down. Draped in a bathrobe, Elias sat on the bed, irritably rubbing his temples.

Remembering the last time Savannah Lowell drugged him, he was still able to rationally throw her out of the room. This time, when he thought the person on the bed was Quinn Lockwood, he unexpectedly couldn’t control the urge to hold her in his arms.

If he hadn’t recognized Freya Caldwell’s voice, who knows...

Slightly furrowing his brows imperceptibly, Elias Sinclair once again felt a bit dizzy, not because the effects of the drug hadn’t subsided, but because he caught a cold!

The next day, when Elias Sinclair arrived at the company, his voice was evidently hoarse.

"Mr. Sinclair, have some hot water. Are you sick?" Joyce Kramer placed a cup of hot water on Elias Sinclair’s desk, asking with considerable concern.

Focused on the work in front of him, Elias Sinclair didn’t even lift his eyes, merely nodding slightly.

Seeing her employer not really engaging with her, Joyce Kramer’s smile instantly froze on her face, awkwardly twitching her mouth.

Still looking elegant and gentle, Joyce said to Elias Sinclair, "President Sinclair, don’t overwork yourself. Leave these small issues for me to handle; you should get some rest."

"At Sinclair Group, there’s never any matter too trivial." The man slightly raised his eyes to glance at Joyce Kramer, his tone still cool.

"Understood, President Sinclair, I’ll step out now." A trace of disappointment flashed in Joyce’s eyes as she turned and left, feeling very upset.

It seems her employer is becoming increasingly distant...

Things can’t continue . The man she dreams of having, she must hold onto tightly.

With a look of determination on her face, Joyce Kramer walked gracefully towards her office.

Meanwhile, Nina Sinclair spent the entire last night with Freya Caldwell in a hotel.

"Nina, am I no longer allowed at your house? Did that bitch Savannah Lowell say something to Elias, is that why he treated me ?" Freya Caldwell clung to Nina Sinclair’s hand, her tearful eyes assuming an appearance of utter misery.

"You saw it too. She doesn’t discriminate between right and wrong, just hitting me, not considering your feelings at all. You’re the young lady of the Sinclair Family, surely it shouldn’t be her showing off!"

The more Freya Caldwell spoke, the angrier she felt, her eyes flashing with an unresolvable light before she set her face in a tight line, standing up for Nina Sinclair.

"She’s always been , not even taking my brother seriously." Nina Sinclair pouted, recalling that Quinn Lockwood also treated her brother with indifference at home.

She couldn’t help but feel angry, as if Quinn Lockwood indeed regarded herself as the mistress of the Sinclair Family. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI[F]ire.net

"How can she be , isn’t she just staying at your place for a couple of days? Nina, you mustn’t continue tolerating this any longer. At this rate, the one getting thrown out could be you!" Freya Caldwell held Nina Sinclair’s hand tightly, her brows furrowed into a curved line, her voice sharpened by anger and anxiety.