CHAPTER 382: CHAPTER 382: DEFENDING MY WIFE

Elias Sinclair’s brows and eyes were filled with frost, his dark eyes narrowed coldly, shooting out a bloody hue.

"Get lost." Elias Sinclair angrily scolded, frightening Joyce Kramer so much that her body trembled, her already raised hand freezing in mid-air, unsure whether to raise or lower it.

Quinn Lockwood was also startled by Elias Sinclair’s deeply angry reprimand, her small hand tightly squeezing Elias Sinclair’s big hand.

Elias Sinclair lowered his eyes to look at Quinn Lockwood, his sinister eyes instantly becoming gentle as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Don’t be afraid." Elias Sinclair bent down to whisper a low reassurance in Quinn Lockwood’s ear, then looked up coldly at Joyce Kramer.

Seeing the huge difference in Elias Sinclair’s attitude towards her and Quinn Lockwood, the gap in Joyce Kramer’s heart widened, and jealousy burned even fiercer.

"Sir..." Joyce Kramer bit her lip hard, holding back the tears that were ready to burst, her face full of pleading and pitiful expressions, hoping to evoke even a bit of Elias Sinclair’s sympathy for her.

But the man just looked at her with disgust, seemingly already impatient.

"Still not leaving? If it weren’t for the friendship from our years as classmates and the fact that you’ve worked by my side for so many years, getting kicked out wouldn’t be this simple."

Joyce Kramer was dumbfounded upon realizing that this was already Elias’s mercy.

She recalled the punishments suffered by those who had offended Elias Sinclair in the past, finally awakening.

Indeed, none of those people could now appear safely; she was merely losing her job compared to them.

Losing a job...

Thinking of how she was about to no longer be an employee of The Sinclair Group, Joyce Kramer fell into despair.

She couldn’t lose her job, couldn’t be fired by Elias Sinclair.

Everyone knows that employees kicked out of The Sinclair Group are untouchable, no matter how highly educated or capable.

It would mean her whole life would be ruined.

Quinn Lockwood was slightly surprised to see Elias Sinclair really firing Joyce Kramer.

How could it be said that Joyce Kramer was also a competent assistant by Elias Sinclair’s side, accompanying him in handling the company’s affairs since he took over?

It could even be said that Joyce Kramer was slightly stronger than herself in dealing with company matters and negotiations.

She thought Elias Sinclair, knowing about this, would choose to give Joyce Kramer another chance to amend her ways.

Looking at Elias Sinclair’s gloomy and cold face, and Joyce Kramer’s pale and powerless appearance, Quinn Lockwood felt a strange emotion rising in her heart.

She also felt admiration.

Admiration for Elias Sinclair’s extraordinary analytical ability and logical thinking.

In less than one night, he found the black fan planning to escape and discovered Joyce Kramer was the mastermind behind it all.

Quinn Lockwood had taken several days to find even a trace, even with Cameron Grant’s help.

"Let’s go." Elias Sinclair glanced at Quinn Lockwood’s eyes, his refined features clear and beautiful.

He met Quinn Lockwood’s gaze, his thick brows softening with ripples.

Quinn Lockwood was slightly stunned; although Elias Sinclair had been calling her ’madam’ these days, she wasn’t used to the title. Whenever she heard Elias Sinclair address her this way, she felt feverish, her face flushed.

Quinn Lockwood nodded, her clear eyes shimmering with gentle ripples, her heart like the water of a spring stirred by a stone, creating endless waves.

Just as the two were about to turn away, Joyce Kramer rushed over, her emotions seeming somewhat agitated.

She clutched Elias Sinclair’s clothing hem with both hands, tears falling relentlessly, looking utterly pitiful.

"Sir, sir please don’t leave, please give Joyce another chance, everything Joyce did was because she loves you."

"From the first time I saw you at school, I liked you. I’ve never hoped to have you, just being able to look at you from afar was enough."

Joyce Kramer’s eyes were filled with tears, her tearful appearance very moving, as she looked at Elias Sinclair hopefully, desperately pleading and voicing her long-contained feelings.

She believed the sir must have feelings for her.

In those years at school, discussing classic cases and stock market dynamics, sir would patiently explain many things to her.

Even when she initially struggled with contract terms and financial statements, sir wouldn’t blame her but instead would let her stay, telling her how to resolve and correct things.

"So what?" Elias Sinclair’s brows furrowed deeply as he sheltered Quinn Lockwood behind him, his sharp gaze falling on Joyce Kramer’s hands clutching his clothing.

Joyce Kramer saw Elias Sinclair’s protective gesture towards Quinn Lockwood and the fleeting danger in his eyes, instinctively releasing her grip, not daring to hold on again.

"Sir, I’m the one who truly loves you, who will never betray you."

"Have you forgotten the things that Savannah Lowell did? She not only once had rendezvous with older men, went to the company to flaunt, and even intentionally set traps forcing you to marry her."

Joyce Kramer pointed at Quinn Lockwood, her tone sharp and harsh, recounting the scandals Savannah Lowell had done.

Though sir forgot, Joyce Kramer remembered. She must remind him of how disgusting and despicable the woman he held in his arms was.

"Have you forgotten these scandals? Are you really willing to fire me for such a filthy, hypocritical woman? Don’t you fear she will ruin your reputation in the future?"

Joyce Kramer’s voice turned hoarse from excessive yelling, her emotions on the verge of collapse, her gaze at Quinn Lockwood like a fire-burned crimson.

Elias Sinclair’s forehead etched with throbbing veins, his knuckles cracked loudly, as if about to erupt.

"I never lay a hand on women."

"I never felt anything for you, so stop wasting your effort." The man’s eye color darkened deeply, suppressing anger in his low and husky voice, indicating ruthlessness before a storm.

His strong arm shielded Quinn Lockwood forcefully, his eyes dark and chilling, a king proclaiming his sovereignty.

"If you dare harm Savannah Lowell again, I’ll make you taste regret." The man’s long, deep eyes flashed with rage, dangerous as a Rakshasa from Hell.