CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: IGNORED

It seemed that the woman had rear-ended the car, and the driver looked displeased, probably quite angry, but he believed that with Savannah Lowell’s knack for making a scene, this little issue wouldn’t trouble her.

Besides, there was no need for him to mind other people’s business.

Elias Sinclair stepped on the gas and sped past Quinn Lockwood without even glancing her way.

But what happened next was something Elias Sinclair wouldn’t come to know.

The car Quinn Lockwood bumped into was also a luxury car, but Elias didn’t know that Wendy Sherman was inside.

Arriving home first, Elias enjoyed a relaxing shower and, seeing that Quinn hadn’t returned yet, immediately went into his study to start working. He didn’t want to be disturbed again to the point of getting a headache. He also wondered what the person next door did in their room all day.

Just at that moment, Joyce Kramer sent Elias a document via email, concerning a major ongoing project of the Sinclair Group, and he instantly switched into work mode.

He had to admit he had been busy bidding for company projects lately, leaving no time to deal with the news Savannah Lowell stirred up, thankfully, Joyce Kramer was managing both ends.

Thinking of this, Elias shook his head, truly there was a big difference between women.

When Quinn Lockwood returned home, the house was silent. She thought Elias wasn’t home.

Looking at the business card in her hand, she rarefully set aside all her worries and started humming happily.

While engrossed in his work, Elias’s face turned dark as the noise grew louder. Though he didn’t want to bother, the sound was becoming too much.

Helplessly, he had to go check, just to see Quinn Lockwood letting loose downstairs.

Right then, Quinn was spinning around holding Wendy Sherman’s business card; for a casual observer, she might indeed seem a bit odd.

Elias took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, and coughed deliberately, "Ahem, ahem." He didn’t want to alert Grandpa Sinclair.

Upon hearing the sound, Quinn immediately put down the business card, returning to normal.

Damn it, was Elias home?

When she looked up, sure enough, she wasn’t disappointed by the reality, and her good mood evaporated instantly.

Even at home he doesn’t make a sound, didn’t he know he just nearly scared her to death, well, she was in a good mood today, she wouldn’t bicker with him.

With this thought, Quinn said nothing, turned around, and prepared to go upstairs, out of sight, out of mind.

Elias slightly furrowed his brow, what, no rebuttal today?

Though Elias dearly wished Quinn wouldn’t entangle with him anymore, he also couldn’t let her act recklessly, "Don’t argue with people outside, spare the Sinclair Family the embarrassment."

Although outsiders didn’t know they were married, such news would inevitably be detrimental to the Sinclair Family, and if Grandpa Sinclair saw it, he would intervene to help Savannah, also reprimanding him for his attitude towards Savannah, something Elias wanted to spare Grandpa Sinclair from.

How did he know?

Quinn looked puzzled at Elias. She had just rear-ended someone on the road, and yet he told her not to argue, could he have sent someone to watch her?

But soon Quinn dismissed the thought, Elias disliked Savannah so much, he wouldn’t be that concerned about her.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, it was certain he must have seen her rear-ending incident.

Since he saw it, why even warn her? Clearly, it was a misunderstanding, no argument even occurred.

Too lazy to pay him any heed, Quinn acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, heading straight to her room upstairs.

Watching Quinn’s tightly shut door, a strange look flashed across Elias’s eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came.

The next morning, as dawn barely broke, Quinn hadn’t had breakfast yet but already packed up and headed out.

Today was the agency’s routine union meeting, she didn’t want to be late again, as last time had already left a bad impression on her colleagues, not to mention this meeting would have all company staff, including artists, present.

With herself at the center of the current storm, no more mishaps could occur.

Driving away from the Sinclair home, to avoid another rear-end event like yesterday’s, Quinn drove cautiously on the road.

Nearing the company, Quinn parked her car at a residential building; she didn’t want people saying she was putting on airs, moreover, the media knew today was their company’s routine union meeting and would surely block the artists at the entrance.

Now being their focus of attention, Quinn planned to keep a low profile, sneaking in through the side door.

However, barely a few steps out from the residential building, a reporter, hidden somewhere she couldn’t see, spotted her.

"Isn’t that Savannah Lowell?"

Hearing this voice, Quinn frowned, sensing trouble, and took off running.

Yet suddenly a swarm of reporters appeared out of nowhere, surrounding her completely, Quinn sighed, truly relentless paparazzi.

"Miss Lowell, are you here for your agency’s routine union meeting?"

A microphone was thrust in front of her, each reporter eyeing her like a predator.

Isn’t this obvious, Quinn rolled her eyes internally, but outwardly maintained a polite smile, "Yes."

Unable to escape, Quinn couldn’t offend these reporters, because they might pen some unsubstantiated report.

"Is today’s meeting centered around you, given your recent popularity? Is the company planning to take advantage of it?"

A bespectacled reporter asked sharply.

Quinn hadn’t expected them to direct the issue at the company. Although dissatisfied with how the company handled matters, she intended to protect herself and chose to stay silent.

"Sorry, I really don’t have the ability to predict the future."

Quinn responded humorously, subtly rebuffing their question, leaving the reporters somewhat surprised.

Seeing the questions didn’t faze Quinn, nor produced the topic they desired, in pursuit of fresh content, reporters began a more aggressive attack.

"Miss Lowell, how do you explain the reports from a while back?"

"You seemed to want to clarify before, why did you drop it?"

"The company hasn’t issued any statements for you, are they deliberately generating buzz, or intentionally hiding facts?"

"Someone photographed you with Mr. Sinclair from the Sinclair Group at the hospital, was it for prenatal testing?"

...

A barrage of sharp questions bombarded Quinn like arrows, the buzzing noise around her, left her mind blank.

"I..."

Quinn clutched her phone tightly, hoping that Anna would call her noticing her absence, so she could use it as an excuse to break away.

"Miss Lowell, please respond."

"Say something, Miss Lowell."

As usual, the reporters continued hounding, Quinn looked at the sea of microphones in front of her, just wanting to get away quickly, but they had the path blocked airtight, leaving her helpless.