Chapter 416: Chapter 416

These people are charred to ash, how could they possibly come back to life and deliberately log into social media to scare me?

Thinking of this, danger flashed in Ariana Lynch’s eyes.

Her whole demeanor instantly became cold and sinister.

No matter who is behind the manipulation trying to prank her, even if it’s a lonely ghost from hell, Ariana Lynch will never back down.

She has finally climbed to her current position, possessing wealth that others could never attain in several lifetimes. She must hold on to it tightly; nothing will make her let go.

A fierce look flashed in Ariana Lynch’s eyes, even if it’s a ghost, she will annihilate it, making it forever impossible to reincarnate!

Quinn Lockwood hadn’t had a moment to rest since returning to The Sinclair Residence.

After changing into comfortable home clothes, she kept busy in the kitchen.

Today was Elias Sinclair’s day to return from his business trip.

Quinn Lockwood learned from Kevin that Elias Sinclair’s flight back from Porto Angeles was scheduled to arrive at eight o’clock in the evening.

There’s about an hour left until then.

Quinn Lockwood calculated the time, one by one put the prepared ingredients into the pan, steaming, boiling, stir-frying.

When everything was ready, it was only less than five minutes behind schedule.

"Nanny Warren, please help me carry the dishes." Quinn Lockwood called out to Nanny Warren, waiting by the door, while garnishing the last dish.

When the last dish was placed, Quinn Lockwood looked at the table full of colorful, fragrant dishes, nodding in satisfaction.

She removed her apron and sat on the chair waiting for Elias Sinclair, instructing Nanny Warren and the servants to go and rest.

Quinn Lockwood wanted to use the opportunity to have a good talk with Elias Sinclair.

She didn’t want to remain stuck with him.

However... Quinn Lockwood waited a long time, until the dishes were almost cold, and Elias Sinclair still hadn’t returned.

Just as she was about to call and ask Elias Sinclair, the door to the living room was opened.

Quinn Lockwood hurriedly ran out to welcome Elias Sinclair, only to find him accompanied by a woman dressed in elegant, noble white attire.

Quinn Lockwood’s heart tightened, her whole being completely stunned, and at this moment, her blood started to reverse flow; her head buzzing like thunder exploding inside.

She knew who this woman was.

The one who was holding Elias Sinclair in the office the other day.

"You’re back, come in and sit down." Quinn Lockwood’s eyes flickered unnaturally, her heart feeling like someone slashed it with a knife, forcing herself to muster a smile.

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And how could Elias Sinclair... bring her home?

Melody Shepherd appeared elegantly natural.

She smoothly opened the shoe cabinet at the entrance, took out a pair of guest slippers from the bottom, and removed her nude high heels.

"Hello, Miss Lowell, sorry for disturbing so late. I’m Melody Shepherd, Elias’s current partner at the Porto Angeles securities company."

Melody Shepherd smiled gently, her smile pure and graceful, shadows cast by the light on her shoulders, accentuating her already slender and beautiful shoulder and neck line, enhancing her bone-chilling beauty.

She extended her slender, jade-like hand towards Quinn Lockwood, her fingertips naturally curled with an elegant arc.

Perhaps because Melody Shepherd is a born ballet dancer, she exudes a pure and elegant aura like a white swan, like a fairy dancing gracefully in lush woods.

Quinn Lockwood only felt this name particularly familiar, so familiar that it inexplicably stirred jealousy and bitterness within her.

Suddenly, memories of Savannah Lowell, locked deep within her mind, burst forth.

It turned out Melody Shepherd is... Elias Sinclair’s "White Moonlight" ex-girlfriend...

This seemed to explain why a man as cold and ascetic as Elias Sinclair would bring another woman home.

"Hello, please come in and sit down." Quinn Lockwood felt like she was hit with a heavy blow or drenched in a pail of cold water from head to toe.

Her senses seemed paralyzed, the nerve that controlled her smile suddenly severed, allowing only sheer will to force a smile.

"Please sit down and eat, I just prepared some meals, they shouldn’t be cold yet." Quinn Lockwood quickly took a step back, intending to serve Melody Shepherd as the hostess, yet feeling inferior.

She didn’t know what ghost-like expression her smile had become, only that she felt particularly uncomfortable.

Quinn Lockwood felt a cold stare on her; she raised her eyes to Elias Sinclair, only to find him glaring coldly at her.

His eyes were deep and cold like an unfathomable sea.

"No need." The man’s voice sounded chill, carrying no warmth, his gaze shifting from Quinn Lockwood to Melody Shepherd.

"Let’s go." Elias Sinclair glanced at Melody Shepherd, then walked straight past Quinn Lockwood as if she was an annoying figure, not wanting to give her an extra glance.

Actually, the moment Elias Sinclair returned and saw Quinn Lockwood, his heart had already surged turbulently.

He had planned to call Quinn Lockwood as soon as he got off the plane to ask if she was home.

He saw the scandalous photos of her and Jonah Hansen in the underground parking lot trending.

Quinn Lockwood sat in Jonah Hansen’s car, holding a large bouquet of freshly red roses; she was examining the flowers seriously as if she particularly liked them, making Elias Sinclair believe she also particularly liked the person who sent them.

"Elias, shall we..." Melody Shepherd called Elias Sinclair softly, hesitated to glance at Quinn Lockwood and the dining table.

Elias Sinclair slight frown was almost imperceptible, his voice even lower and colder than before, seemingly impatient: "Upstairs!"

Melody Shepherd paused, smiling apologetically at Quinn Lockwood; her stance resembled an inhospitable hostess, then followed Elias Sinclair.

Quinn Lockwood maintained a gentle smile, but her heart... throbbed like a gouging pain, still bleeding.

Her smile felt increasingly bitter and twisted, already unsure how she managed to watch Elias Sinclair take another woman to her room.

However, Elias Sinclair’s mood wasn’t good either.

He led Melody Shepherd into the study with his cold face, not his room.

"The bonds and stocks we bought in North America recently seemed to have dropped several points. Elias, should we sell them all or keep them?"