Chapter 368: Chapter 368

Quinn Lockwood found it extremely strange; she didn’t know this man, had never even seen him before.

"Who sent you?" Quinn leaned down to carefully scrutinize the man, her tone growing cold and somber.

The man glared fiercely at Quinn Lockwood and Cameron Grant, stubbornly turned his head away, and refused to speak.

"Talk." Cameron Grant’s sharp gaze fixed on the man, his expression brimming with anger.

He grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it back forcefully, followed by an almost gruesome scream.

"I, I’m just her hater; I couldn’t stand her ways, so I wanted to ruin her!" The man’s voice trembled with pain, but he still stubbornly held his head high.

Upon hearing this, Cameron Grant’s delicate, fair face was full of sternness. He kicked the man hard to the ground, his expression frosty.

He looked up at Quinn, seeing her standing there with her brows tightly knitted, instantly understanding her thoughts.

"Tell the truth." Cameron kicked the man over with a calm, sinister expression.

The man’s arm was already dislocated and after being kicked twice by Cameron, he was in such pain that he could hardly speak.

Curling up and holding his arm, he lay on the ground trembling slightly: "I told you, I’m just a hater of Savannah Lowell, believe it or not."

Quinn Lockwood lowered her eyes, carefully examining the hater, feeling that things were not as simple as he claimed.

If he were simply a hater, how could he have the means and background to bribe a judge? If he were someone of status, why would he waste time doing such things?

"If you confess honestly, I might consider letting you go. Otherwise, when I find out the truth, things won’t be resolved easily." Quinn squatted down, her sharp gaze landing on the hater’s face, her tone clear and intimidating.

The hater raised his head and spat out some sand, his eyes flickering slightly before he lay back down as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Quinn balled her fists, feeling as though she had no solution.

If he was so injured and yet still tight-lipped, he must have made up his mind to stand on the other side.

Cameron Grant took a step forward, ready to continue questioning, but saw Quinn shake her head.

"Let it be for now; he’s probably going to need some time to recover." Quinn pressed her lips tightly together, her small face wrinkled with complexity.

Cameron extended a hand to help Quinn up, his expression finally softening a bit.

"I’ll take him back and lock him up for now." Cameron hauled the hater up, about to take him away, when he heard a phone vibrate.

It was a short buzz, indicating a text message.

Quinn and Cameron exchanged a look, and Cameron nodded knowingly, searching the man’s pockets.

"What are you doing?" The hater struggled slightly, but was intimidated by Cameron’s sinister gaze and fearfully protected his arm with his other hand.

Cameron found the phone and discovered a newly sent text message, which he handed directly to Quinn.

"Instruct the sent people to intensify their efforts, ensuring she stays down swiftly."

Quinn’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light. She dialed the number, discovering it was an unknown international number.

After the beeping stopped, Quinn heard a sweet, gentle female voice: "What’s happening?"

Quinn felt she had heard this voice somewhere before, but the other person had lowered their voice, making it hard for Quinn to identify.

"You." Quinn had barely uttered the word when the other party immediately hung up.

Quinn felt that if she could hear the voice one more time, the truth would soon become clear.

Quickly, she dialed again, only to find the recipient’s phone was turned off.

Quinn felt a wave of disappointment, slowly lowering her phone, her eyes gradually dimming.

Cameron, furrowing his brows with concern, looked at Quinn, grabbing the hater by the collar and dragging him to the car.

After sending Quinn back to The Sinclair Family, Cameron had people temporarily detain the man.

Meanwhile, at the Sinclair Group’s Italica branch, Joyce Kramer was nervously pacing near a flower bed, not far from the company building.

What to do, it seems like I’ve been discovered.

They probably can’t track anything back to me, and I only said one sentence; they definitely won’t recognize my voice. Besides, I used a foreign number and an unregistered black card.

Yes, they won’t know.

Joyce pondered this, her eyes nervously scanning her surroundings as she placed her hand in her bag, removing the SIM card, snapping it, and throwing it into the trash.

After another cautious look around, Joyce finally relaxed when she confirmed there were no cameras or people nearby.

She straightened her hair and collar, stepped gracefully towards the company.

Today was the day for the handover meeting and the report summary; she had to be at her best beside Mr. Sinclair.

She wanted everyone to see how well-matched she and Mr. Sinclair were.

Elias Sinclair, after reviewing the company’s annual operations and project transactions, confirmed everything was accurate before announcing the identity of the new executive officer.

Since he didn’t often visit the branch, he needed a highly capable and strategic CEO to manage things.

The previous executive, Devon Dalton, was very qualified but unfortunately had health issues preventing him from continuing.

To keep his promise to return to Quinn soon, Elias had barely slept for several days, spending his time in meetings or reviewing documents.

Finally, after three days of work, the handover reached its final stage.

Having announced the new executive, Elias didn’t attend the subsequent meetings, instead stepping out to call Quinn.

The phone rang and rang with no answer.

Elias frowned slightly, checked the time, and did the time-zone conversion; it should have been around 10 to 11 p.m. back home, when Quinn was likely home preparing for bed.

Shutting off the call screen, Elias thought of sending a video message via WeChat, only to find his phone flooded with news alerts, all regarding Quinn.

Elias’s expression instantly darkened as he opened X to check the situation, his face growing grimmer. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on noveⅼfire.net

"Where is Joyce Kramer?" Elias put away his phone, his piercing black eyes filled with frosty severity, asking his assistant in a cold, detached voice.