Chapter 288: Chapter 288
The media people present and some major fashion brand executives were dumbfounded.
Savannah Lowell, Savannah Lowell.
Right, she is a Lowell!
With this, everything makes sense. So what if she’s arrogant and domineering, so what if she’s involved with some young corporate executives, she’s got the clout!
It’s quite possible that those executives are the ones eager to curry favor with Savannah Lowell!
Even if she’s being affectionate with Mr. Sinclair, so what? They are well-matched in status, handsome and beautiful, truly a match made in heaven.
If the two great families were to really unite through marriage, the economic chains in the business world would surely be very stable, and it might even reshape the global economic landscape.
Quinn Lockwood didn’t even know how she got off the stage. By the time she regained her senses, she was already in the rest area at the fashion show venue.
"Savannah, darling, you’re not upset that we revealed your identity, are you? Your dad couldn’t stand watching anyone bully you."
"Not just your dad, even I wanted to get that young model pulled off the stage." Mrs. Lowell hugged Quinn’s shoulder, her tone gentle yet full of love.
"I’m not upset, I just didn’t expect you both to be here. I was wondering why NA Fashion Show would invite me." Quinn shook her head, blinking at Mr. and Mrs. Lowell.
Thinking about how they stood up for her just now warmed her heart immensely.
She knew it, Dad and Mom had completely forgiven her for the past.
Quinn Lockwood had finally managed to regain the trust and love of her parents for Savannah Lowell.
"Silly child, your dad and I are investors in this event. We saw everything about you and Elias, and as long as you two are happy, we are at ease." Mrs. Lowell smoothed Quinn’s hair, and after speaking, signaled to Mr. Lowell with a glance.
"Yes, I think maybe you should go public with Elias." Mr. Lowell cleared his throat, pretending to say this casually.
Quinn was still bathing in the warmth of family love when she heard Mr. and Mrs. Lowell considering the photo incident as a kind of ’support,’ and her smile froze.
"No, no, not now, my career isn’t stable yet. I don’t want people to say I’m relying on Elias Sinclair for these resources..."
"Besides, he definitely wouldn’t agree. We’re fine as we are now, going public would attract too much attention, way too troublesome."
Quinn’s hands clenched subconsciously. She didn’t know why voicing such a reason for refusal brought a pang of bitterness to her heart.
Especially when she thought of how Elias Sinclair would definitely not permit going public.
Nonetheless, that moment of disappointment passed over her unnoticed by anyone.
At this moment, Quinn’s phone rang; she picked it up and saw it was Elias Sinclair’s name, whom she hadn’t contacted in two days.
"We found out it was Wade Lynch, how do you want to handle him?" The man’s cold voice came through the phone, seemingly mixed with barely suppressed anger.
Quinn was slightly stunned, she should have thought earlier that Wade Lynch would be involved.
Damn, it’s that guy again.
"He’s helped me a few times, so I’ll handle this myself." Quinn’s eyes lowered slightly, a surge of anger rising within her heart. This update ıs available on novel•fire.net
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a faint "Hmm."
Quinn parted her lips, just about to say something more, when she heard the cold, persistent dial tone from the other end of the line.
Awkwardly tugging at the corner of her mouth, Quinn angrily put away her phone.
This guy again hangs up without a word!
"Savannah, what happened?" Mrs. Lowell looked at her daughter with concern. She didn’t want her precious daughter to endure any more grievances.
"Nothing, Mom and Dad, I have some work matters to handle, so I can’t stay with you." Quinn glanced at Mrs. and Mr. Lowell, then gently smiled.
"Savannah, if there’s anything you can’t solve, just call home. Don’t let yourself be wronged." Mr. Lowell pursed his lips and said to his daughter.
This is his only precious daughter. Whether she wants to return to inherit the company or not, Mr. Lowell just hopes she can live happily without worries.
"Got it, don’t worry." Quinn lightly hugged Mr. Lowell, coquettishly speaking to him in a sweet tone.
Fetching her bag from the dressing room, Quinn didn’t even have time to change before heading to Morning Star Press.
Meanwhile, in the office, Boss Sinclair was staring at the computer, his expression as cold as ice.
The screen was dominated by the photo of Quinn Lockwood and Jonah Hansen walking into a hotel together, arm in arm.
The man’s phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously. He then picked up the phone on the desk: "Kevin, bring the project files in the Lockwood Group’s general manager’s charge to my office."
The purplish-red sunset projected through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an elongated shadow of Elias Sinclair.
The office air seemed frozen, with a hint of coldness lingering.
With furrowed brows all the way, Quinn soon arrived at Morning Star Press.
"Oh, Miss Lowell, what a wind brings you here, come on in, come on in." Wade Lynch was checking drafts in the office area on the first floor of the press.
Seeing Quinn in her unchaged gown and the displeasure on her face, Wade guessed the reason for her visit.
"I have some things I’d like to discuss with President Lynch, and if it’s convenient in the office, I don’t mind." Quinn crossed her arms, lightly tapping her upper arm with a fingertip, her pink lips slightly pursed, her gaze growing deeper.
Wade quickly stood up, hurriedly waving his hand, tone slightly flattering, yet somewhat playful: "No, no, Miss Lowell, wherever you say, that’s where we’ll go. No resistance at all."
"Don’t worry, President Lynch, I’m not like you, always plotting behind people’s backs." Quinn gave him a sidelong glance, sarcastically alluding to his ways, then pointed to the car at the entrance, signaling for Wade to get in.
The two arrived at a nearby cafe, in a private VIP room on the second floor...
"It was you again, right?" Taking a sip of sugar-free black coffee, Quinn asked.
"Yes, it was me." Wade shrugged. Although greedy for money, he would always admit to things he had done.
"How does Miss Lowell plan to deal with me? Kick me out of the press, or out of the entire entertainment industry?" Leaning his chin on a hand propped on the table, Wade smirked with a suggestive smile.
At first, he didn’t understand where Quinn got the confidence to warn him, but now he knew.
Not only does she have confidence, but she absolutely has the power to make him completely unemployed or disappear from the country.
"Are you really that desperate for money?" Quinn didn’t answer Wade’s question directly, instead looking at him with genuine wonder.