Chapter 286: Chapter 286

"That’s true. Mr. Sinclair’s identity and status are indeed exceptional. It’s understandable that you’re willing to sleep with him, but what is it about those lousy directors that attracts you?"

Evan Caldwell shook his foot, his gaze lingering on Quinn Lockwood, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

"Shut up, Manager Caldwell. I respect you as a company leader, but don’t go too far with your words!" Quinn Lockwood crossed her arms and glared coldly at Evan Caldwell.

No need to endure any longer. Someone like Evan Caldwell, a scumbag, doesn’t deserve any courtesy.

Upon hearing Quinn Lockwood’s hostile retort, Evan Caldwell stopped shaking his foot, his expression instantly turning vicious: "Is that really how you speak to me?"

"You dirty woman, I advise you to listen obediently, or don’t blame me for making sure you never have a chance to rise again."

Evan Caldwell’s gaze was fierce and greedy, fixated on Quinn Lockwood.

Suddenly, he shivered involuntarily; for a moment, it seemed as if he saw a hint of murderous intent in Quinn Lockwood’s eyes.

How is that possible? How could she have such a sinister look?

Meeting Quinn Lockwood’s gaze again, Evan Caldwell relaxed; there was no murderous intent, only her stubborn struggle and rebellious anger.

"Don’t think I don’t know that the photo’s hype was orchestrated by you."

"Aren’t you using this incident to teach me a lesson?"

"Let me tell you, according to the contract terms, if the company severely compromises my personal interests, I have the right to initiate termination." Quinn Lockwood kicked the chair blocking her aside, stepped toward Evan Caldwell’s desk, and looked down at him.

Evan Caldwell rarely encountered someone with such aura.

The woman in front dressed in ordinary casual wear, wore only light makeup, and had no luxurious jewelry.

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Evan Caldwell found this sensation somewhat familiar, reminiscent of the first time he saw Elias Sinclair from afar; that man exuded such a feeling.

But Mr. Sinclair is a titan in the business world; how could Quinn Lockwood, a girl who debuted merely a few years ago, have such presence?

She must have learned some of it from being a kept woman for so long.

"What evidence do you have to prove it was me? The company has always protected you." Evan Caldwell lowered his leg from the desk, sat up straight, and looked at Quinn Lockwood meaningfully.

"I haven’t even mentioned your secret dealings that harmed the company’s interests. Since your upcoming schedule has been halted, let’s say compensate the company for sixty percent of the losses."

"A total of 6.7 million."

"If you choose not to repay, I will inform all entertainment companies in the circle and thoroughly blacklist you." Evan Caldwell lifted his eyes, increasingly smug, as if daring her to retaliate.

Quinn Lockwood was infuriated. Had it not been for Savannah Lowell’s fragile body, she would have slapped Evan Caldwell.

"Well, Manager Caldwell, you’ve broadened my horizons today." Quinn Lockwood clapped, her eyes chilling.

"Manager Caldwell better not regret your words and actions today!" Quinn Lockwood’s lips curved slightly, but her tone and expression remained ice-cold.

Her clear apricot eyes dark as ink, a dangerous glint flashed within. Then, she abruptly turned and walked out, slamming the door shut.

"Damn it, filthy bitch." Evan Caldwell cursed towards the direction of the door, then retrieved the file on Quinn Lockwood’s event arrangements.

After leaving the agency, Quinn Lockwood had barely driven far when she noticed a horde of reporters and paparazzi trailing her.

Quinn Lockwood drove fast, circled around numerous times, finally shaking them off.

Parking in the courtyard of The Sinclair Residence, Quinn Lockwood hurriedly got out of the car.

She supported the car door with one hand, clutching her chest with the other, her face flushed, seemingly in pain.

The guards standing outside and the cleaning servants hurried over to assist Quinn Lockwood.

"Madam, what’s wrong? Quick, call the doctor."

"No need... I’m fine." Quinn Lockwood waved her hand, her voice slightly hoarse.

The servants, uneasy at Quinn Lockwood’s condition, still sent one swiftly to the side yard to call the doctor.

Knowing she couldn’t stop them, Quinn allowed them to call the doctor. Her stomach felt tumultuous, and her head was dizzy.

Those damned paparazzi forced her to drive so fast and for so long.

If she continued much longer, she’d have really thrown up.

Angus arrived with the medicine kit within minutes.

When Quinn Lockwood explained her dizziness was due to driving too fast, Angus was exasperated.

Their madam was indeed too delicate; Mr. Sinclair should be informed for proper care.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t turn on her regular phone until evening, discovering a single number had called her over ten times and sent a message.

An invitation to the international fashion show, they had specifically called and messaged her.

Quinn Lockwood quickly logged into her email via computer, indeed finding a message from the fashion show’s organizer.

Given her current situation, how could the fashion show invite her?

Even the brands she endorsed had ceased cooperation.

Despite her confusion, Quinn politely replied to the email, explaining why she hadn’t received the calls and messages, sincerely expressing her apologies.

Reviewing the email thoroughly, Quinn Lockwood grew increasingly puzzled.

This NA International Fashion Show had bypassed her agency entirely according to the message.

What in the world is happening?

Lying in bed, Quinn Lockwood pondered without clarity and inadvertently drifted to sleep.

The next morning, as the alarm sounded, Quinn Lockwood quickly got up.

This fashion show was her best chance to defy the agency and prove herself; no mistakes were allowed.

Given that the show’s professional makeup artists designed unique looks based on the artists’ and models’ outfits, Quinn Lockwood only did basic skincare and headed directly to the show.

The fashion show’s staff led Quinn Lockwood to the backstage makeup room.