Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Arriving at the Caldwell family mansion, Quinn Lockwood and Anna got out of the car and were greeted by the sight of a well-organized European-style villa, exuding an old-world charm.

From the entrance, one could see far into the distance at similarly styled European architecture, indicating the vastness of the Caldwell estate.

Quinn Lockwood took a breath, realizing that the Caldwell family was on par with the Sinclair family, explaining Freya Caldwell’s arrogance.

Approaching the entrance, Quinn Lockwood glanced inside and noticed that the guards were all in uniform, suggesting strict management at the Caldwell residence.

"Hello, I’m Savannah Lowell. Please inform Miss Caldwell that I have important matters to discuss with her."

Quinn Lockwood calmly greeted the guard, hoping he would pass on the message.

"I’m sorry, Miss Lowell. My mistress has instructed that she will not see you. Please leave."

Upon hearing Quinn Lockwood’s name, the guard thought for a moment before quickly refusing and gesturing for them to leave.

Freya Caldwell had anticipated their arrival and specifically instructed the villa guards not to let Quinn Lockwood in.

The previous warnings were disregarded, and now they’re seeking help for company benefits, isn’t it a bit late?

"Tell her I’m here to talk about Elias Sinclair, not about the company."

Quinn Lockwood looked directly at the guard. She believed that if her message was relayed, Freya Caldwell would agree to meet.

The guard initially intended to refuse, as it was easier to avoid trouble. After all, he was a Caldwell family employee. However, Quinn Lockwood’s intense gaze inexplicably compelled him to go inside and report.

Upon hearing Elias Sinclair’s name, Freya Caldwell’s expression changed. She waved for the guard to let them in.

Quinn Lockwood and Anna followed the guard to the hall, where Freya Caldwell lounged casually, painting her nails. Catching them looking around, her face was filled with disdain, and she rolled her eyes.

"Truly haven’t seen the world."

Seeing Freya Caldwell, Anna felt a mix of anger and submission, deterred by the Caldwell wealth and influence.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don’t have much time. Oh, and if you’re pleading for the company, spare it."

Freya Caldwell nonchalantly fiddled with her brown curls, exuding an air of superiority.

This was the first time Quinn Lockwood had proactively sought her out, prompted by the news about Elias Sinclair. Freya felt like the lady of the house.

"I’m here to clarify that there’s nothing between Elias Sinclair and me as you imagined. We have nothing between us." Quinn Lockwood met Freya Caldwell’s gaze head-on, her presence undaunted.

"Oh~ What did you say?" Freya Caldwell deliberately raised her pitch, prompting Quinn Lockwood to continue speaking.

She approached the table and quietly turned on the prepared recording device.

"I think Miss Caldwell misunderstood the nature of my relationship with Elias Sinclair. I have no feelings for him, and as everyone knows, he dislikes me. Such a pairing is impossible. I hope Miss Caldwell doesn’t believe the unfounded media reports."

Quinn Lockwood was unguarded, or rather indifferent, candidly expressing her thoughts.

Her main concern was for Freya Caldwell to promptly restore her father’s investment.

"If that’s the case, why were you at the amusement park together?" Freya Caldwell raised an eyebrow, questioning angrily.

"That day was purely a misunderstanding. We coincidentally rescued a little girl from a car accident and took care of her together."

Quinn Lockwood instinctively defended Elias Sinclair, omitting that he nearly hit the girl, as she felt partly responsible too.

After hearing Quinn Lockwood’s explanation, Freya Caldwell’s anxious heart settled, realizing the truth was different.

She knew Elias Sinclair wouldn’t fancy someone like her.

After clearly conveying her intentions and statements, Quinn Lockwood and Anna left the Caldwell estate.

Freya Caldwell should understand her meaning and reconsider her father’s investment.

However, Freya Caldwell wasn’t primarily concerned about the investment; that was her father’s business matter, after all.

What interested her most was Elias Sinclair’s attitude towards Quinn Lockwood.

After they left, Freya Caldwell took out the recording device, sending the conversation to Elias Sinclair.

It was challenging to secure Elias Sinclair’s phone number by bribing an employee at Sinclair Corp. that day.

Afterwards, she dressed up and went directly to Sinclair Group to witness Elias Sinclair’s reaction to the recordings.

Elias Sinclair’s office.

Elias opened his phone, noticing an unfamiliar recording sent by a stranger. He played it without much thought.

Quickly, he recognized Freya Caldwell’s voice; thus, he knew who sent it.

Upon hearing Quinn Lockwood say she felt nothing for him, an inexplicable feeling arose within him, although it quickly faded.

That morning, he had heard about the Caldwell Group’s withdrawal from Quinn Lockwood’s new project investment when arriving at the company. He hadn’t expected Freya Caldwell to be so childish, having her father pull out from such a big project due to news, and Preston Caldwell surprisingly agreed.

More unexpectedly, Quinn Lockwood would approach Freya Caldwell and say those things.

After concluding talks with a business partner, Elias escorted them out, noticing Freya Caldwell arguing with the receptionist upon return.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me!"

Freya Caldwell arrogantly pointed at the receptionist, full of disdain, believing the small receptionist lacked propriety by blocking her.

Passing employees cast strange glances at Freya Caldwell, sparking discussions.

Witnessing this, Elias frowned unhappily and approached, sternly asking, "What’s going on?"

After all, causing a commotion was unfavorable if word spread.

"Elias, did you listen to what I sent you?"

Seeing Elias, Freya Caldwell’s eyes lit up, waiting eagerly for his reaction.

Elias frowned, confirming her as the sender of the recording.

However, he quickly pondered, realizing a question, "Why record your conversation?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⟡fire.net

Freya Caldwell was at a loss for words, struggling to respond.

Her eyes darted nervously as she made an excuse, "I feared Savannah Lowell might do something to harm me. Everyone said she was arrogant when she barged into my home. I just had my father withdraw the investment, so I needed to be cautious."