Thinking of those words spoken to the woman in his arms, the shadows in his eyes deepened.
"Elias, why are you holding that vile woman? Don’t you know she seduced Dylan, and they were together until midnight last night!"
Freya was so anxious seeing Elias gently embracing Quinn that she was about to cry, reaching out to Ariana for help, and looking at Elias with tearful, aggrieved eyes.
Ariana immediately took a few photos from her bag and handed them to Elias.
Quinn glanced at them. The first picture showed Dylan supporting her shoulder during a heartfelt confession. However, due to the distance and the room being dimly lit, the photo was somewhat blurry, and from their angle facing the window, it looked as if they were... kissing!
Feeling the man’s grip behind her tighten, Quinn raised her head, meeting his beautiful jawline.
Looking at the photo of her and Dylan in a ’passionate kiss,’ a smile flickered in Elias’s deep, well-like eyes, as he lowered them slightly to see the surprised look on the woman in his embrace, his brows furrowing even more.
"Elias, if you let her stay with the crew, she’ll destroy this film!" Freya was so anxious she was about to shout. The source of this content ɪs novelFɪre.net
Elias looked coldly at Freya, his tone as icy as a winter’s pond.
"If anyone comes here yelling again, I’ll make her disappear from Veridia City."
The man’s deep and angry voice echoed, providing Quinn with an unprecedented sense of security, while invoking fear in Ariana and Freya.
"Why are you here!" Dylan had just finished a scene and wanted to check if Quinn had arrived, but was surprised to see his ’top-level fan.’
Ariana wanted to approach Dylan and speak to him, but Elias’s icy demeanor left her frozen in place.
Realizing what likely transpired, Dylan hurried over to take Ariana away, but as they passed Quinn, his gaze lingered wistfully on her.
"Tell Director Chandler I’m taking Savannah with me." Leaving a cold message, Elias wrapped an arm around Quinn’s shoulder and strode out.
At that moment, Freya felt sure Elias had developed feelings for Savannah. With a buzzing in her mind, she didn’t even know how she made it home.
Ariana watched everything unfold from the shadows, burning with anger, her whole face almost contorted.
She fumed internally. None of her plans had succeeded. When would Freya finally use her head!
Why could Savannah garner so much love, and even receive the director’s praise?
That useless, arrogant, lowly fool—how could she always overshadow her?
She refused to accept it. Only she could stand shoulder to shoulder with someone as distinguished and handsome as Elias; only she could be the top actress.
She couldn’t allow Savannah to take everything from her.
Elias practically shoved Quinn into the car by her neck.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, with a cold and grim expression, the man’s foot pressed hard on the gas, almost making the car fly.
Quinn rubbed her reddened neck where he’d grabbed her, gripping the car door tightly.
Oh my, all because of a blurry photo?
Driving at this speed, was this guy hoping to end them both?
Quinn kept her eyes shut tight the whole time, and with a screech, her body slammed back into the seat from the inertia.
"Ouch," Quinn exclaimed sharply, her eyes glaring fiercely at Elias. Her face was pale with fright, and she could only keep rubbing her chest to calm the waves of fear.
"Get out." The words were practically squeezed through gritted teeth, and once out of the car, Elias slammed the door shut with a bang.
After getting out, Quinn discovered this was the place he had previously taken her to relax, and a flicker of doubt arose within her. Judging by Elias’s demeanor, he didn’t seem to be here to unwind...
Was he here to argue?
"Um... what’s wrong?" With Elias’s face drawn tight, Quinn swallowed hard, sensing something bad was looming.
"In the middle of the night, deeply embracing another man? Do I not exist to you?" Elias’s eyes were dark as ink, his tightly pressed lips revealing the anger he was trying to suppress.
"Huh? What does it have to do with whether you exist?" Quinn tilted her head, puzzled, giving her nose a small rub, unsure what Elias meant by not existing.
However, in Elias’s eyes, this expression seemed like she was deliberately playing dumb and indifferent. His expression turned even more sullen as he suddenly lifted the woman’s chin, pinning her whole body against the car door.
"Hey, what are you doing, get up, this is outside!" The position was overwhelmingly suggestive and indecent. Fortunately, the place was secluded and quiet; otherwise, she’d die of embarrassment if anyone was nearby.
"What? Other men can touch you as they please, but I can’t?" The man’s eyes, previously cold, now hinted at a gathering storm, making Quinn’s heart tremble.
Quinn tried to push the man in front of her away with force, but he held her even tighter, his voice slightly anxious: "Get up, what if someone sees us, it would be so embarrassing! Let’s talk this through."
Perhaps seeing the anxiety and concern on the woman’s face, Elias rubbed her chin, still speaking coldly: "This is my domain; no one can enter."
Hearing this, Quinn was taken aback, internally criticising him: What a tyrant.
Seeing Quinn still lost in thought at a time , Elias’s handsome face turned entirely cold.
His other hand rested on the woman’s neck, seemingly considering her discomfort, gently lifting her head to meet his gaze, his voice icy enough to make one shiver: "Are you still thinking about Dylan at a time !"
With a puzzled look at the man whose anger made him even more handsome, Quinn began to understand that his earlier comment might mean that she and Dylan had supposedly ’cuckolded’ him.
But interpreting it that way seemed odd too, since aside from a single certificate, there was nothing between her and Elias.
Why was he so angry then?
"Why would I be thinking about Dylan? I have nothing to do with him, you’re overthinking." Quinn met his gaze with an open expression, her mouth slightly upturned, conveying some disdain.