Chapter 290: Chapter 290

Originally, we could have minded our own business, but that man teased and encroached upon her again and again.

However, she just sensed something strange between Dylan Quinn and Xenia Monroe. Whether they’re really dating or not, if she confessed to Dylan that she was in a relationship, he’d probably distance himself from her a bit.

Dylan and Xenia exchanged puzzled glances as they sensed the deep anger and cold aura surrounding Quinn Lockwood.

At that moment, Quinn’s phone rang, snapping her back to reality. She took it out and looked at it, her face instantly darkening.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"Savannah Lowell, come to The Sirtel Hotel. There’s a business meeting, and as the heiress of The Lowell, you should attend." The man’s voice on the phone was as calm as water. Although there was no obvious emotion in it, Quinn still felt something was off.

"No, I’m not going. I’m busy." With a heart already full of anger, Quinn’s attitude toward Elias Sinclair was naturally hostile.

"Oh?" The man’s tone lifted slightly, then quickly dropped, "If you don’t come, everyone present will soon know about my and Savannah Lowell’s relationship."

Cursing Elias bitterly in her heart, Quinn took a deep breath to suppress the swirling anger inside.

"I’ll be there in ten minutes." She forced the words out through clenched teeth, then hung up the phone.

Looking apologetically at Dylan and Xenia, who were both bewildered, Quinn said, "We’ll chat later, I have something urgent to take care of."

She stomped out in her heels, leaving Dylan and Xenia exchanging looks again.

Who on earth pissed off Quinn Lockwood so much?

Upon arriving at The Sirtel Hotel, Quinn was led by a waiter to the VIP area.

"You’re here? Sit here." The man in the main seat raised his eyebrows, scanned Quinn up and down, and then slightly raised his finger, pointing to the seat beside him.

After nodding to greet everyone present, Quinn slightly furrowed her brows and sat next to Elias.

Feeling a scorching gaze on her, Quinn turned her head to see Jonah Hansen sitting two seats away, his face slightly flushed.

"Mis...Miss Lowell?" Jonah paused when he saw Quinn, then tried hard to keep his eyes open, striving to remain sober.

"Mr. Hansen, you’re here too." Quinn smiled, but deep in her eyes was a profound loathing.

She really hadn’t expected Jonah to be here as well.

"Jonah, continue." The man tapped his finger on the table, his gaze landing on the wine glass in front of Jonah, exuding a slight menace.

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"Mr. Sinclair, about the contract..." Jonah’s eyes were unfocused, clearly having drunk a lot already.

"Continue." The man tapped the table again, signaling to the assistant in the back to refill Jonah’s glass.

Jonah looked at the glass, hesitated for a moment, but still drank it all.

After drinking at least ten glasses in succession, no matter how many times Jonah brought up the contract, Elias seemed not to hear him at all.

"What are you doing?" Quinn found Elias’s behavior strange, as if he were intentionally making Jonah drink.

"Nothing, signing my contract is not that easy." The man rotated the glass in front of him, his face darkened like a storm about to break.

Jonah drank another glass, and by now, his face was flushed, and his head swayed dizzily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

"Mr. Sinclair, I really... really can’t drink anymore." Supporting his head with his hand, Jonah’s speech slowed due to the intoxication muddling his brain.

"Please, please spare me..."

Elias narrowed his eyes at Jonah, then stopped turning the glass, his eyes as dark as ink, tinged with a hint of danger.

"Miss Lowell, see how many more glasses he needs to sign the contract."

The man gestured with his finger, and the assistant behind him immediately handed a document to Quinn.

She opened the document and skimmed through it.

Quinn discovered that it indeed involved a substantial amount of money, but for The Sinclair Group, this kind of investment cooperation was just child’s play.

Moreover, it concerned a collaboration on luxury beauty products for aristocratic women. With Ariana Lynch at Lockwood Group, they could probably even save on endorsement fees.

It couldn’t be said that signing this contract would bring great profits, but it certainly would be a safe bet.

Quinn increasingly felt that Elias was deliberately messing with Jonah.

"Well, The Lockwood Group has always had experience in the beauty industry, and combined with The Sinclair Group’s vast market and marketing strategies, I believe it will reap a lot."

"Besides, Manager Hansen has already drunk so much, and if he continues, it may harm his health." Returning the contract to Elias’s assistant, Quinn gently advised.

After all, Quinn hadn’t fully gained Jonah’s trust or made him fall for her yet. If she let him go without helping, Jonah might become wary of her.

In that case, it would be more challenging to gain his trust later.

"Are you worried about his health?" Heat filled Elias’s icy-cold gaze, making one shiver.

Quinn shuddered, and when she met Elias’s sharp, piercing eyes, she felt terrified for a moment.

"Sir, let’s... calm down, calm down." Quinn swallowed hard, trying to avoid Elias’s cold stare, but inadvertently shifted her gaze to Jonah.

With a loud bang, Elias slammed his cup on the table, his deep-set eyes appearing as if they could devour someone whole.

"Drink it all." He pointed at the neatly arranged wines on the table, his gloomy face cascading into a storm of rage.

With a cold snort, Elias left without even glancing at Quinn.

The assistant behind him waved, and a few bodyguards at the door immediately stepped forward, dragged Jonah up, and forced the alcohol down his throat.

Quinn was dumbfounded. If anyone else were being forced to drink , she would have stepped in to stop it, but considering it was Jonah, she felt like it wasn’t enough.

But what’s up with Elias? He seemed off from the beginning.

Could it be because of the photo incident?

It shouldn’t be, though, since the photo issue was resolved, and he was the one who helped her find the mastermind behind it.

Quinn found it extremely puzzling. Lately, Elias seemed so unpredictable, acting just like a girlfriend inexplicably sulking during a romance.

Without any orders from Elias, no one present dared to leave, so Quinn sat quietly in her seat, making no exceptions.