Chapter 420: Chapter 420

The exquisite and delicious pastries on the table seemed to lose their color at this moment, and Quinn Lockwood found them utterly uninteresting.

Quinn Lockwood tried to pretend she didn’t hear the conversation, but the more she tried to avoid it, the clearer it became, and her expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

"Savannah, Elias isn’t that kind of person, don’t listen to their nonsense." Cameron Grant wore a slight worry on his face, gently patting Quinn Lockwood’s shoulder, as if in comfort.

He turned to look in Elias Sinclair’s direction, seeing him indeed standing very close to Melody Shepherd, whispering, his brows instantly furrowed.

"Stay here, don’t move, I’ll go check it out." Cameron Grant said softly to Quinn Lockwood, then turned around, gazing sharply in Elias Sinclair’s direction.

He intended to find out what Elias Sinclair meant by this.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Quinn Lockwood hurriedly grabbed Cameron Grant, she didn’t want to face Elias Sinclair, nor did she want to pretend to be gracious and greet Melody Shepherd.

And just as she turned around to grab Cameron Grant in an instant, her heart suddenly cried out, seeing a servant in front of Elias Sinclair with a tray and a wine glass slip, causing the entire tray to tilt forward, all the wine flying out directly towards Elias Sinclair.

"Careful." Quinn Lockwood quickly stepped forward to try and push Elias Sinclair out of the way, but a white shadow suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Melody Shepherd blocked in front of Elias Sinclair entirely, and two full glasses of champagne splashed all over her body, followed by the crashing sound of wine glasses breaking.

"Oh dear." Melody Shepherd called out softly, stumbling back a step, her high heels tilting, falling right into Elias Sinclair’s arms.

"Sorry Elias, I’ll get up right away." Melody Shepherd looked up apologetically at Elias Sinclair. She tried to stand up, but her body was unsteady because of a twisted ankle.

Melody Shepherd bit her lip, although a large patch of alcohol had splashed across her chest, it didn’t affect her elegance and beauty.

That kind of graceful and refined demeanor seemed to emanate from her very bones.

Just as Melody Shepherd tried a second time to stand up, her body suddenly lifted off the ground, startling her into a slight panic.

"Elias?" Melody Shepherd was a bit stunned, staring blankly at Elias Sinclair’s face, a fleeting smile in her eyes.

The man glanced down at Melody Shepherd, saying nothing.

Elias Sinclair strode forward with his long legs, carrying Melody Shepherd to a nearby resting area.

His handsome face remained cold and expressionless, and he glanced at Quinn Lockwood for a moment as he lifted his leg, quickly diverting his gaze.

Quinn Lockwood stayed in place, still in her forward-leaning posture, her toes beginning to ache from the constant exertion, just like her heart at this moment.

The employees and shareholders present began whispering to each other.

What is happening? Are Mr. Sinclair and Miss Shepherd rekindling their relationship? Then what about Mrs. Sinclair now...

The crowd’s gaze fell on Quinn Lockwood, filled with unspeakable complexity.

If there really is a change in the relationship between these three people, the entire business world might undergo a dramatic shift.

Quinn Lockwood’s hands overlapped, gripping her fingertips tightly, muttering under her breath, feeling as though she’d fallen into an icy pit.

She turned and left the banquet hall, a bitter curve forming at the corners of her mouth.

Joyce Kramer was right, Elias Sinclair’s affection for her was just a fleeting novelty.

Her silhouette was lonely and desolate, as though the entire world instantly lost its luster along with her.

In Quinn Lockwood’s mind, various scenes of being with Elias Sinclair emerged, from his initial extreme dislike to his later gentle care, seemingly...

Like filling a gap in a missing piece of affection.

Perhaps she was just a substitute for Melody Shepherd.

Because Quinn Lockwood had learned dance from a young age, in temperament she was quite similar to Melody Shepherd, the internationally renowned ballet dancer.

Now that the original person had returned, this substitute naturally should step aside.

At the thought of this, the woman’s clear eyes instantly dimmed, losing their brilliance.

Quinn Lockwood unconsciously walked to the wine cabinet, grabbed a bottle of Bordeaux red wine, and headed directly to the rooftop.

She didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to care, didn’t want to ask about anything.

"Savannah, where are you going?" Cameron Grant followed behind Quinn Lockwood, seeing her dazed and somber as she walked out, his heart couldn’t help but worry.

Could this girl be about to do something foolish?

The smile in his peach blossom eyes was completely gone, he hurriedly caught up to Quinn Lockwood’s steps, his demeanor became stern and cold.

"Brother, I’m fine, I just want to be alone for a while." Quinn Lockwood slightly turned her head, her smile was so bitter it felt suffocating.

She grabbed a bottle opener from a tray carried by a waiter, directly uncorking the wine, and then took a large gulp.

"You don’t need to worry about me." Quinn Lockwood waved her hand at Cameron Grant, then continued to walk forward.

Cameron Grant followed Quinn Lockwood for a few steps, his lips pressed tightly together, as if there were still words he wanted to say.

But he stopped his steps, not continuing to follow Quinn Lockwood.

Quinn Lockwood walked towards the rooftop, drinking as she walked.

As she stepped onto the rooftop, a cold breeze blew in, barely bringing back a hint of clarity.

The nighttime sky was silent and mysterious, like a vast black curtain, not a single star in sight.

Quinn Lockwood leaned decadently against the railing, her heart seemed thoroughly pierced and battered. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel{f}ire.net

She wasn’t someone who drank often, the red wine was rich and mellow with a substantial kick, and drinking it so quickly and aggressively like she did, her face was already flushed red, and a few drops of wine rolled down the corner of her lips, wet trails visible on her neckline.

It was unclear how much time had passed until Quinn Lockwood felt completely chilled, slowly stepping back inside.

She drank too much, now her whole self was muddled, even her steps were hard to control.

"Huh?" Quinn Lockwood slightly lowered her eyes as she reached the door, pulling hard on the room door, but it wouldn’t open.

"Is anyone there? Could you please help me open the door?" Quinn Lockwood knocked on the door, tentatively inquiring.

Quinn Lockwood’s voice echoed into the air, slowly fading, receiving no response.

It seemed there wasn’t a single person around.

Quinn Lockwood tried pulling the door forcefully a few more times, but it still wouldn’t budge.

It’s better to make a call and ask someone to come open the door for her. She’s been out here for a while, and doesn’t know what’s happening outside, Elias Sinclair is he...