Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 213: His Protection

"Waiter, help open this wine." At this mont, a middle-aged man waved in Quinn Lockwood’s direction, and seeing her walk over, a sowhat lewd smile appeared on his face.

Quinn had just finished opening the wine and was about to leave when the man’s voice sounded again, "Bring the nu to have another look."

"Alright." Quinn took the nu and handed it to the man. His eyes flickered as he took the opportunity to touch Quinn’s hand.

"Why don’t you recomnd so specialties, beautiful?" The man’s hand continued to rub the back of Quinn’s hand, and with the nu as a shield, he beca even more presumptuous, moving up her arm.

Quinn’s face turned alternating shades of green and white with anger. As this was the effect the show had arranged, she held back her anger, discreetly pulling her hand back while the man flipped through the nu.

"I have sothing to attend to over there. Sir, please take your ti." Quinn nodded slightly at the man, then turned and left, her face suddenly turning cold.

Endure and the sea remains calm, endure and the sea remains calm.

Quinn kept repeating this phrase silently in her mind, fearing that she couldn’t control her fiery temper.

"Can you handle this by yourself?" At around eight in the evening, the older woman walked over lazily to ask.

Quinn looked at the empty restaurant, where not a single custor was present, and nodded absentmindedly.

"Lynn asked to go pick up so supplies, so I’ll be going now." The older woman waved the list in her hand and turned to leave.

Although Quinn felt a bit strange, seeing the dark, empty street outside, she thought it might be fine.

Perhaps no custors would co in until closing ti.

Bored, she watched the clock, planning to get up and tidy up a bit, since she could soon clock out. It seed like not many were planning to co back.

Just then, a man wearing a black mask walked in.

"Welco." Quinn put down the cloth she was holding, picked up the nu, and walked forward to greet him, but unexpectedly, the man pushed her onto a chair.

What the hell, is this ever going to end?

Quinn furrowed her brow, deciding that after work, she’d have to talk to the director. Even for the show’s effect, there shouldn’t be so many vulgar scenarios arranged.

Then Quinn felt her wrist tightly grasped, and the man directly started tearing at her clothes.

"What are you doing, enough already?" Quinn struggled to get up, but unexpectedly, the man held her uniform jacket more tightly, pinning her lower body with his entire leg.

Quinn saw the excitent and malice in the man’s eyes and finally panicked; this was no act; he really ant her harm.

"Let go of , this is a restaurant, there are surveillance caras." Quinn struggled desperately, and upon ntioning the caras, she felt the man’s motion pause slightly. She seized the opportunity to break free from his hold and pushed him away with force.

The man seed provoked, his eyes turning blood-red as he lunged at Quinn again, raising a hand to strike her face.

Quinn tightly closed her eyes, but the expected slap and pain never ca.

"Vespera Street, number 34, there’s a robbery." A clear, cold, yet incredibly familiar voice reached her ears, calming Quinn’s panicked heart instantly.

Quinn opened her eyes and saw Elias Sinclair looking coldly at the man intending harm, his slender hand gripping the man’s arm tightly before twisting it back; Quinn seed to hear the sound of bones cracking.

At the sa ti, the store was filled with the man’s howls.

In less than five minutes, the police arrived and took the man away. Elias pointed to the store’s surveillance cara, and coldly said to the officer, "Tell your captain to charge him with robbery and attempted assault."

Hearing Elias’s arrangents, Quinn was slightly stunned, as warmth surged in her heart.

He’s protecting my reputation.

As she watched the police car drive away, Quinn felt more and more that sothing was amiss.

Judging from the man’s reaction during the scuffle, he didn’t know there was surveillance in the store, and he was very afraid of being fild.

But if he intended to... assault her, how could he not scout out the environnt beforehand? If it were robbery, he targeted her the mont he entered.

And coincidentally, only she, Quinn, was left in the store at this ti.

Her bright almond eyes suddenly showed a layer of coldness; Quinn began to analyze the identity of the mastermind behind this.

Could it be Ariana Lynch? But she should still be recovering from her injuries, unable to even take care of herself, let alone sche and plan.

Or could it be Freya Caldwell?

Quinn pinched the tight crease between her eyebrows, feeling a bit agitated.

"No more filming." Elias turned Quinn around to face him, and seeing her uniform jacket half-draped at her waist, his expression darkened, and his tone was extrely deep.

His long fingers slowly undid the remaining buttons on Quinn’s jacket, then took it off and tossed it onto a nearby table.

Quinn didn’t dare move. Though it was just a jacket, Elias... he had still undressed her.

Her face was burning hot like a fever; Quinn gulped in a daze.

"Hmm?" Elias, seeing her standing there unresponsive, thought she wanted to continue filming.

"Oh, I’ll contact the director right away; it indeed can’t be fild anymore." Quinn raised her hand to cover her nose, as if trying to hide sothing, then turned to take out her phone to call the director.

Elias pulled Quinn back, leading her towards the door as he said, "No need, I’ll have soone notify the crew."

Seeing he had settled everything for her, Quinn felt increasingly odd, the warmth from Elias’s hand in her palm making her hope this road could be a bit longer, just a bit longer.

"Um... to thank you, how about I treat you to a al?" Quinn lightly squeezed Elias’s hand and asked.

He raised an eyebrow, a slight curve forming at the corner of his lips.

"I have to head to the company to handle so matters; you go back to the hotel and wait for ."

"Okay." Quinn nodded; she did need to go back to change clothes and take a shower, surely she couldn’t sll of grease while dining with Elias.

After dropping Quinn off at the hotel, Elias returned to the company to work overti on so docunts.