Chapter 353: Chapter 353

"Let’s just play nice on both sides and wait for a good show!" Evan Caldwell clapped his hands nonchalantly, then propped his feet up on the table, looking exceedingly pleased with himself.

Outside the door, Quinn Lockwood listened clearly to their conversation, her face turning pale with anger.

Although Quinn knew they were hypocritical, she didn’t expect them to be so deceitful.

Suddenly, she kicked the door open and stood at the entrance with a cold expression, her clear eyes shooting a sharp glare.

"I was just planning to come back for my phone, but never expected to hear such an exciting conversation!"

Quinn slowly paced into the room, a mocking smile on her lips.

Anna and Evan Caldwell shivered in fright, their faces instantly turning white.

"No." Anna quickly took a step forward, awkwardly tugging at her mouth to explain things to Quinn.

But Quinn didn’t give her the chance to explain, bursting into laughter: "Oh Anna, don’t even think of telling me I misheard or that you were talking about someone else."

"You should know that besides me, there isn’t a second Savannah Lowell in our company." Content orıginally comes from novel_fіre.net

Quinn crossed her arms and paced slowly a few steps, her sharp gaze constantly scrutinizing the two.

She was waiting to see how they would defend themselves.

"Look at you, why get so angry? Anna and I were just joking." Evan Caldwell pasted a thoroughly ingratiating smile on his face, nodding and bowing as he approached to help Quinn take a seat.

Quinn subtly sidestepped, her expression suddenly becoming serious: "From now on, my matters don’t need the company’s intervention."

"As you just said, with my identity as Savannah Lowell, I have plenty of backing and resources. I don’t have to lift a finger to have someone handle any issue for me."

Evan and Anna exchanged puzzled looks; they seemed not to understand the implication in Quinn’s words.

"Savannah, don’t say that, we didn’t mean it that way. Don’t worry about this matter; we’ll find a solution." Anna, fearful that Quinn might use her connections and power to suppress them, was still trying to explain.

Evan furrowed his brows, scrutinizing Quinn’s expression. He felt that what she’d just said was more than it appeared.

"Savannah, tell us what the company needs to do about this issue, and we’ll act according to your identity right away!" Evan lowered himself, looking up at Quinn with such a humble posture he was just short of directly kowtowing to apologize.

"I said that my affairs no longer require the company’s resolution." Quinn slowly lifted her head, her tone resolute, her expression unwavering.

"My family, The Lowell, is vast, and since young, I’ve been accustomed to those who would stop at nothing for profit, as well as those deceitful, hypocritical, and pretentious people."

"And what I despise most is people of this sort."

Quinn slightly squinted her bright eyes, full of loathing, at the two: "Unfortunately, you’ve ticked all those boxes."

"Since the company is so focused on profit, there’s no reason for me to stay here any longer, as like minds don’t align."

On hearing this, Anna and Evan visibly paled, their eyes shrinking sharply.

"Savannah, please, don’t be impulsive. Our contract isn’t up yet; you can’t... if you breach it, you’ll have to pay!" Anna hurriedly stepped forward to grab Quinn.

It’s important to know that other artists under her wing were just some lukewarm roles; only Quinn maintained a steady rise.

Whether it was through scandal or talent, her endorsement fees alone were something those small roles couldn’t earn in months.

Quinn shook off Anna’s hand with disgust, covering her mouth to chuckle softly as she said: "Oh Anna, you must be getting on in years and losing your memory?"

"Did you forget who I am? I’m the heiress of The Lowell, the successor to Cloudfall Group, and the wife of the business mogul Elias Sinclair who practically rules the commerce world."

Quinn picked up her phone from beside the sofa and walked towards the door, saying, "And rightly so, with your insight and courage, Anna, you’re only fit to badmouth others behind their backs."

"Here’s some advice, improve your skills and quality; otherwise, you’ll be stuck in this position for life."

Pausing at the door, Quinn turned her head to give Anna and Evan a contemptuous laugh.

Then she stylishly turned around, waving to the two behind her, indicating she was leaving.

Evan watched Quinn’s departing figure, his eyes flickering intensely, desperately trying to come up with the best plan to win her back.

At that moment, even if he chased after Quinn, she certainly wouldn’t stop to hear him out.

Anna anxiously paced back and forth in the office, wanting to chase after Quinn but hesitating, afraid of provoking her further due to her temper.

Evan, annoyed by Anna’s incessant pacing, suddenly slapped the table and barked, "Stop bothering me and go figure out how to get her back."

"I..." Anna was startled as a shiver ran through her, looking somewhat innocently at Evan. After a moment, she regained her composure.

"I understand, I’ll find a way." Anna bowed her head, dejectedly leaving the office.

She couldn’t have dreamed that things would turn out .

Evan leaned on the table with both hands, glaring at the door, when suddenly a peculiar smile crept over his lips as if he’d just thought of something.

Quinn, fuming, got into her car, put on her Bluetooth headset, and dialed Xenia Monroe’s number as she started the engine.

"Sierra, where are you now? I want to discuss the trending topic incident with you to see if there’s a good solution." Quinn’s expression was somewhat severe, her brow slightly furrowed.

"I’m at home. Let’s meet at the Neighborhood Parfait Café on East Street; I’m heading out now." Sierra picked up the phone, hastily gathering her computer and some possibly needed documents.

"Alright, I’m on my way. See you there." Hanging up, Quinn changed direction at the intersection, hurrying towards the café.

Soon after Quinn arrived, Sierra walked in, carrying her laptop bag.

The two logged onto X, discovering that the hot search list titles included not just seducing judges but also issues of abortion and infidelity.

After studying the situation for a while, Sierra ruffled her hair, distressed, saying, "Since learning of this, I’ve been trying to think of solutions, but no matter how much I think, I can’t figure out how to resolve it."