Chapter 402: Chapter 402

"Got it?" Ariana Lynch returned to her car, arms crossed, with a sinister expression on her face.

The driver sitting in the car nodded and handed a small bottle of colorless, transparent liquid to Ariana Lynch.

"You can go back now." Ariana Lynch casually took a lipstick from the car for cover and said this coldly to the driver, then quickly walked back to the hotel.

Ha, bitch, today is the day you lose everything.

Ariana Lynch returned to the private room, holding a wine glass, pretending to mingle with the people around her. When she saw the approximate level of liquid in Quinn Lockwood’s glasses, she discreetly poured out some red wine from her own glass.

She took a wine glass that was the same style as Quinn Lockwood’s and a champagne glass filled to the same level and walked over to Jonah Hansen.

"Jonah, did Dad ask if you have finished organizing yesterday’s report?" Ariana Lynch stood behind Jonah Hansen, speaking to him as if nothing had happened.

Quinn Lockwood’s face instantly darkened when she saw Ariana Lynch approaching, and she stood up to walk in another direction.

Ariana Lynch’s mouth curved slightly as she quickly took a step forward, placing her glass next to Quinn Lockwood’s.

"Hmm, it’s done. I can send it to Mr. Lockwood when I get back." Jonah Hansen’s expression flickered coldly for a moment but soon returned to his usual gentle demeanor.

Ariana Lynch nodded, casually picked up Quinn Lockwood’s wine glass, and lightly clinked it against Jonah Hansen’s.

"I have something to take care of later, so you’d better not go overboard," Ariana Lynch whispered hoarsely into Jonah Hansen’s ear, her gaze lingering meaningfully in Quinn Lockwood’s direction as if warning him about something.

Before Jonah Hansen could respond, Ariana Lynch resumed her graceful smile, holding her glass as she walked away.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t know many people in the crew to begin with, and now Dylan Quinn was surrounded by some new actors taking photos and chatting, so she couldn’t interrupt them.

With no choice, after Ariana Lynch left, she wandered around before returning to her seat.

"Are you okay, Jonah? " Quinn Lockwood blinked, genuinely concerned for Jonah Hansen.

She glanced at Ariana Lynch, seemingly worried whether Ariana had given Jonah Hansen a hard time.

Jonah Hansen understood Quinn Lockwood’s concern. Although he was displeased by Ariana Lynch’s earlier warning, he maintained a generous and warm smile.

"Of course, there’s no problem, she just came over to say something. "

"Oh, I see. Come, Jonah, let’s have a drink together." Quinn Lockwood nodded, her face adorned with a charming and entrancing smile. She gracefully picked up a champagne glass with her long, pale fingers.

Jonah Hansen was almost entranced by Quinn Lockwood’s gentle demeanor and sweet voice, constantly imagining how melodious her passionate moans would sound coming from her lips.

The moment their glasses clinked, there was a crisp sound. Perhaps because her plan to sow discord between Ariana Lynch and Jonah Hansen was taking its first step, Quinn Lockwood was in a pretty good mood and quickly drained her drink.

Quinn Lockwood clicked her tongue, feeling that the taste of this sip of wine was a bit different.

Perhaps it was the mixing of different wines that caused this discrepancy in taste.

Quinn Lockwood poured herself another glass and set it aside, continuing to chat with Jonah Hansen, without giving it much thought.

However, after just a few exchanges, Quinn Lockwood began to feel extremely hot, her head feeling heavy and her body seemed to be swelling with heat.

She couldn’t help but want to... remove her clothes.

"Cough, cough." Quinn Lockwood cleared her throat, trying to alleviate the dry feeling, but it was of no use.

She picked up the newly filled glass and drank it down, only to feel even hotter. Thɪs chapter is updated by noveⅼfire.net

"Savannah, have you had too much to drink?" Jonah Hansen noticed that Quinn Lockwood’s cheeks had turned red, and her breathing seemed to quicken, prompting him to furrow his brows slightly.

Quinn Lockwood shook her head, her voice inexplicably becoming soft and tender: "I’m so dizzy. "

Jonah Hansen’s gaze scrutinized Quinn Lockwood’s face, observing her reactions closely, his clear eyes narrowing slightly.

It didn’t seem like she’d had too much to drink.

Watching Quinn Lockwood pull at her collar and her increasingly unfocused eyes, Jonah Hansen began to understand what was going on.

These were signs of a woman being aroused.

Looking at Quinn Lockwood’s deeply flushed cheeks, it was evident she had been drugged.

Jonah Hansen’s eyes locked onto Quinn Lockwood’s chest, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Looking back to Ariana Lynch’s seat, Jonah Hansen noted she was already gone.

This was an opportunity from heaven — the aphrodisiac would have its effects multiplied with alcohol. If no one helped Quinn Lockwood tonight, she might suffer greatly and might do something extreme.

"It must be uncomfortable, right, Savannah? Come, I’ll take you to a room to rest," Jonah Hansen eagerly wanted to spend a passionate night with Quinn Lockwood.

Quinn Lockwood no longer had the strength to refuse; she only wanted to quickly find a secluded room and rid herself of the constricting clothes.

She was so hot, unbearably hot.

Dylan Quinn glanced out of the corner of his eyes as Jonah Hansen was leading Quinn Lockwood away, noticing her unsteady steps and her body leaning against Jonah.

Something was wrong; Savannah wasn’t such an indiscreet person.

Dylan Quinn sensed something might have happened to Quinn Lockwood and knew Jonah Hansen always harbored ill intentions towards her.

Jonah Hansen almost dragged Quinn Lockwood upstairs, and just as he was about to lead her into a themed suite, Dylan Quinn’s loud voice stopped him.

"Jonah Hansen, what are you doing?!" Dylan Quinn quickly ran over, reclaiming Quinn Lockwood from Jonah Hansen, emanating a cold and intimidating aura.

Quinn Lockwood went limp in Dylan Quinn’s arms when he pulled her over.

"You..." Jonah Hansen was upset by Dylan Quinn’s intervention, but seeing his sharp and fierce gaze, he swallowed his words.

Jonah Hansen clenched his fist and turned to leave quickly.

He couldn’t escalate the situation any further since he was the project manager and had just gained a tiny bit of trust from Mr. Lockwood.

As for Quinn Lockwood, he thought he’d have another chance in the future.

Dylan Quinn watched Jonah Hansen leave and decided not to pursue. The immediate priority was to attend to Quinn Lockwood’s condition.

"It feels awful," Quinn Lockwood murmured, tugging at her collar, leaning into Dylan Quinn’s embrace, her small hand even wrapping around his waist.