Chapter 283: Chapter 283

Quinn Lockwood saw the man in front of her suddenly fly back a distance, clutching his stomach and painfully collapsing onto the ground.

"Arrest all of them for me." Elias Sinclair stood beside Quinn Lockwood, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the group in front of him, his coldness seeming ready to overflow.

A row of bodyguards in black uniforms stepped forward and subdued those thugs, making them kneel on the ground.

Elias Sinclair raised his hand, signaling them to take these people away. Updates are released by novel★fire.net

"Are you okay?" The man turned around to look at Quinn Lockwood, his gentle expression completely different from the decisive and ruthless demeanor he had moments ago.

"I’m fine, thank you." Only then did Quinn Lockwood release her tightly clenched hand, the familiar cold aura from the man in front of her instantly calming her panicked heart.

For some reason, Quinn Lockwood especially wanted to hug the man standing in front of her.

It truly was too dangerous just now; if Elias Sinclair hadn’t arrived in time, they would have been finished.

"Hmm, let’s go." Elias Sinclair’s tone seemed to have cooled somewhat.

He didn’t like hearing Quinn Lockwood say thank you to him at all.

"No, Dylan is still behind, we need to hurry to rescue him, I’m worried he’s hurt." Quinn Lockwood suddenly lifted her head to look deep into the alley; so much time had passed, yet Dylan hadn’t caught up.

A strong sense of unease surged in her heart, Quinn Lockwood wanted to quickly go back to find Dylan, but Xenia Monroe, leaning against her, made it impossible for her to move.

"You guys, go over and bring Dylan back, and arrest those people over there and send them to the police too." The man, with a cold expression, gazed at Quinn Lockwood, his eyes gradually deepening.

"Hurry, Dylan is in great danger." Quinn Lockwood shouted to the bodyguards who ran over, her heart growing increasingly tense.

Not long after the bodyguards went over, they brought Dylan back.

"Savannah." Dylan smiled warmly, his eyes curving as he looked at Quinn Lockwood.

"Mr. Sinclair." His gaze fell on the man standing sternly to the side, Dylan nodded slightly in gratitude for Elias Sinclair’s help.

"Dylan, Dylan, are you seriously injured? I’m sorry, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have been hurt." Tears glistened in Quinn Lockwood’s eyes, raising her hand, her fingertips lightly wanting to touch Dylan’s wound.

Dylan had fought against those thugs alone; even though he had undergone systematic training, it was inevitable he would fall into a disadvantage against many.

Seeing the bruise at the corner of Dylan’s mouth, a cut on his cheek, and his clothes somewhat dirty, Quinn Lockwood felt deeply apologetic.

It was known that Dylan’s face must never have any issues; once discovered, whether by the agency or the fans, it would cause quite a stir.

What’s more, Dylan had many shows and events to attend every day, and he would definitely be seen.

If all his announcements were paused, Dylan would lose out on quite a bit of income.

Just as Quinn Lockwood’s fingertips were about to touch Dylan’s cheek, Elias Sinclair’s brow was full of frost, his long hand raised, grabbing Quinn Lockwood’s arm.

His other hand raised its fingers to point at Xenia Monroe leaning against Quinn Lockwood. Once a bodyguard helped Xenia Monroe up, Elias Sinclair’s fingertips turned, pointing towards Dylan.

"This woman is yours to take back." Casting a cold glance at Dylan, Elias Sinclair then led Quinn Lockwood towards the car.

"Get in the car." The man’s deep eyes were as dark as the night, and although his tone was frighteningly cold, he still opened the car door for Quinn Lockwood.

Seeing the man with an ominous expression seated in the driver’s seat, Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but frown.

What had she done to provoke him again?

"From now on, don’t come to places anymore."

"And, I don’t want to see you getting close to Dylan again." The man’s eyes were deep, and there was a faint chill in his voice, still as authoritarian as ever.

"Are you kidding? Dylan is my friend. Today he helped me and Xenia Monroe." Quinn Lockwood’s small face tensed, looking as if saying, ’Are you serious?’

Although Elias Sinclair saved her, Dylan also saved her.

They were already friends and great partners at work; how could they not be close?

Moreover, who she chooses to be close with is her decision; Elias Sinclair might be overbearing, but he can’t control her so much!

"So what? I said you couldn’t, so you can’t." The man looked at Quinn Lockwood, his cold voice carrying a decision that was indisputable.

"I say, Boss Sinclair, whom I choose to be with is my freedom; even if you’re powerful, you can’t arbitrarily interfere with someone’s personal freedom, right?" Quinn Lockwood crossed her arms, her eyes sharp as she looked straight at Elias Sinclair, showing no intention of yielding.

Pulling Quinn Lockwood to him, the man raised a hand and directly pinched her chin, his other hand holding her head.

"Savannah Lowell, I am your lawful husband, so naturally I have the right to interfere." The man spoke with anger in his eyes, as if pushing the words from between his teeth, and it felt like a declaration of sovereignty to the person before him.

The man lifted Quinn Lockwood’s forehead, arrogantly kissing her lips, as pink as cherry blossoms.

Gently licking her tender lips, the man teasingly hooked her fragrant smooth tongue, the faint alcohol scent sweetly delightful.

Quinn Lockwood felt her mind buzz, an indescribable tingling sensation spread throughout her body, her curled eyelashes lightly trembled. The man’s burning breath and the forceful kiss seemed to be trying to prove something.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." Quinn Lockwood was somewhat suffocated from his kiss. She didn’t understand why Elias Sinclair did this; when words could not convince, he resorted to kissing.

This behavior was hardly different from those thugs earlier.

Her teeth bit hard onto Elias Sinclair’s lip until she felt the taste of blood spreading in her mouth, then Quinn Lockwood finally released her bite.

Yet the man before her still lingered as if unsatisfied, wrapping his lips around the already flushed Quinn Lockwood.

Perhaps sensing Quinn Lockwood’s strong resistance, Elias Sinclair eventually let go of her.

Finger lightly traced the cut on his lip, the faint trace of blood stuck to his fingertip, Elias Sinclair’s eyes slightly lifted, and upon seeing the woman before him with cheeks flushed red, his expression softened a bit.

Quinn Lockwood breathed heavily; if Elias Sinclair hadn’t released her, she might have suffocated.

"You’re really... unreasonable." Small flames seemed to ignite in Quinn Lockwood’s clear, round eyes, she bit her lip looking at Elias Sinclair, the taste of blood lingering in her mouth, refusing to fade.