Mr. Lockwood observed the three people’s positions and the expressions on their faces, pondering slightly, but he didn’t speak.
"Chairman, I didn’t, Miss Lowell was just here to sign the contract. We were sitting closer because we needed to verify some clauses in detail." Jonah Hansen explained with a serious and respectful expression, taking a small step forward, seemingly helpless.
Mr. Lockwood’s gaze fell on Quinn Lockwood. He knew this lady was the Lowell family’s daughter and that, like Ariana Lynch, she was a future successor in the entertainment company.
He was aware of the matter about Miss Lowell marrying Elias Sinclair from the Sinclair Group, even though their identities were not publicly disclosed. Grandpa Sinclair had shared this joyful news with him quietly back then.
Mr. Lockwood didn’t think that Quinn Lockwood would be entangled with Jonah Hansen, and he didn’t believe Jonah would dare to cause trouble.
As Mr. Lockwood was pondering, Ariana Lynch’s venomous shout suddenly echoed in the office: "You’re talking nonsense!"
Ariana Lynch’s fiery gaze seemed to flicker with a scarlet evil light. She frantically lunged at Jonah Hansen, wanting to teach him a good lesson, and then handle Quinn Lockwood.
With her father present, Jonah didn’t dare to resist, thinking perhaps his father might help discipline him too.
"Ariana, stop it, don’t make a scene!" Jonah Hansen was almost out of patience.
He dodged Ariana’s hands while retreating to the side. Seeing that there was no one blocking in front of Quinn Lockwood, Ariana lifted her hand and slapped Jonah, then quickly turned to grab Quinn.
"Ariana." Jonah Hansen hurriedly grabbed Ariana’s wrist as she tried to target Quinn.
It wasn’t just a personal grudge now, Mr. Lockwood was here. If something happened to Quinn, it would be hard to explain to the Lowell family.
Mr. Lockwood and the Lowell and Sinclair families had always been on good terms, so he couldn’t allow Quinn to get hurt here.
If Ariana really harmed Quinn, not only would this drama be unable to continue filming, but even the endorsed products of the investment advertisement would be forced to terminate.
The company would have to pay a significant amount in breach-of-contract compensation.
"Get lost!" Ariana Lynch’s face was flushed with anger, her left hand clenched tightly, her eyes filled with uncontrollable fury.
She forcefully swung her arm, and under the influence of inertia, her body tilted and spun a third of a circle, crashing into Mr. Lockwood.
Ariana seemingly didn’t notice and continued flailing her hands wildly, trying to hit Jonah.
"Careful." Quinn Lockwood saw Mr. Lockwood unsteadily dodging Ariana’s frantic blows after being bumped, and she quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Ariana Lynch, enough! When will you stop? Don’t you know Mr. Lockwood has a heart condition and can’t handle your chaos?"
Quinn Lockwood guarded Mr. Lockwood firmly with her arm, her previously delicate and beautiful face now covered with a frosty chill. Her sharp and icy gaze fixed on Ariana, like a queen high above inspecting a lowly servant.
She couldn’t tolerate harm coming to those closest to her.
"What did you say?" The other three present were all stunned upon hearing Quinn mention Mr. Lockwood’s heart condition.
Ariana Lynch had never heard of any illness, let alone a dangerous heart condition, in Mr. Lockwood.
Mr. Lockwood was shocked!
Because his heart condition was a secret, he had been supporting the entire company alone for years, fearing some ill-intentioned people might take advantage of his illness to seize power.
Since some incidents, Mr. Lockwood had been living alone all these years without remarrying, so no one knew about his heart condition.
Quinn, upon seeing Ariana’s puzzled look and Mr. Lockwood’s shocked expression, realized what she had just said.
This was something her mother had mentioned when talking about her father, and whenever Mrs. Lockwood had mentioned Mr. Lockwood back then, her face would be filled with the happiness of a young girl reminiscing about her lover. But when talking about this issue, Mrs. Lockwood’s gaze and expression would dim.
Quinn pressed her lips tightly.
She had been too excited and forgot to conceal her emotions.
"Child, how... how did you know?" Mr. Lockwood clutched the hand Quinn was using to support him, his voice slightly trembling, his gaze towards Quinn filled with an indescribable gentle and affectionate light. Follow current novᴇls on novel~fire~net
"I didn’t, I... I just guessed."
"Oh? Did... did I guess right?" Quinn tilted her head in apparent disbelief.
She quickly pulled her hand back, her gaze slightly panicky, not daring to meet Mr. Lockwood’s eyes.
"I noticed the color of your lips and nail edges seemed rather deep, which should be a sign of poor circulatory health. At your age, most circulatory problems would probably be related to the heart..."
Quinn tucked her hands behind her, resembling a student reciting a textbook.
To cover her previous statement without raising suspicion, Quinn’s mind spun rapidly, trying to recall all the medical knowledge she knew.
Ariana Lynch’s face darkened immediately upon hearing that Quinn had guessed randomly, and she suddenly rushed over, forcefully pushing Quinn.
"You bitch, stop with the nonsense, stay away from my father!"
Quinn stumbled backward from Ariana’s push, her calf hitting the chair behind her, making her involuntarily suck in a breath of pain.
Seeing this, Jonah quickly went up to support Quinn, his gaze towards Ariana filled with unmistakable loathing.
This woman was simply a madwoman; it was one thing to lose it in front of him, but to behave so audaciously in front of Mr. Lockwood was simply unreasonable!
"Miss Savannah, are you okay..." Jonah’s face was full of worry, his hand just about to support Quinn’s arm when she turned aside to evade.
"Thank you, I’m fine." Quinn pressed her lips, she couldn’t even feel whether her leg hurt anymore, as past memories flooded into her mind like a spring, almost overwhelming it.
Mr. Lockwood’s expression had turned unsightly. Seeing Quinn was injured, he quickly stepped forward, bent down, and tried to check her leg.
"Uncle Lockwood..." Quinn moved back slightly, almost unable to suppress her tears.
"Child, don’t move." Mr. Lockwood patted the back of Quinn’s hand, his voice gentle and loving.
He supported her arm, guiding her to sit on the sofa. Upon seeing the large bruise on her calf, his deep-set brows knit tightly together.