Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 277: Hidden Rules

Isn’t that Eugene Lowell’s voice?

Is the thing that didn’t get done today referring to the attempt on my life?

A man’s scolding voice ca from the other end of the phone, and Quinn Lockwood’s heart tightened as she quickly held her breath.

Hearing no more sound from the other side, Quinn Lockwood feared Eugene Lowell might co towards the bathroom and discover her, so she quickly retreated and left.

Just who is harboring murderous intent against ?

The na Ariana Lynch imdiately popped into her mind, but Quinn Lockwood felt it was quite unlikely.

I’ve already withdrawn from the filming of "Dynasty Style," posing no threat to her. Besides, that young lady must be busy restoring business connections, not having ti to deal with , right?

After staying outside the tent for a while, Quinn Lockwood’s heart, pounding fiercely from fear, finally cald down.

The next day during filming, Quinn Lockwood noticed that the cliff edge was now surrounded by ropes and planks, with the safety team standing very close by.

Quinn Lockwood looked around and didn’t see Eugene Lowell’s figure.

Wade Lynch stood in a spot that didn’t interfere with filming but was closest to Quinn Lockwood.

He couldn’t guarantee whether another Eugene Lowell would appear; Quinn Lockwood still had secrets he hadn’t uncovered. Before that, she mustn’t encounter any accidents.

"All set, filming begins."

With the coordinated efforts of the team and Quinn Lockwood’s perfect performance, the filming ended very smoothly.

As soon as Quinn Lockwood returned to the office, Anna inford her that Evan Caldwell, the company’s manager, was waiting for her in the office and told her to go there quickly.

Quinn Lockwood thought there might be an issue with the filming or that sothing had been discovered by Dynasty Style, so she didn’t delay and went straight to the office.

"Mr. Caldwell, I’m sorry to keep you waiting." Standing at the door, Quinn Lockwood slightly bowed her head and greeted Evan Caldwell.

"Savannah’s here, co in and have a seat." Seeing Quinn Lockwood co in, Evan Caldwell imdiately put on a smile and warmly waved her over.

"I heard about the filming incident, I’m glad you’re okay, it scared to death. Savannah, did you hurt anywhere, or how was it staying outside last night?"

Evan Caldwell patted his chest seemingly in fear, inspecting Quinn Lockwood from top to bottom, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming she was okay.

"I’m fine." Faintly furrowing her brow, Quinn Lockwood found Evan Caldwell’s gaze unnerving, even perverse.

"By the way, about what I ntioned to you earlier, have you thought about it?"

"Huh?" Quinn Lockwood was slightly taken aback; she couldn’t recall Evan Caldwell ever ntioning anything.

As she struggled to rember, Evan Caldwell reached out to touch the back of Quinn Lockwood’s hand, his gaze oily and aningful.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Caldwell, I have another appointnt." Quinn Lockwood quickly pulled back her hand, stepping back in a panic until she reached the door.

So it was the old casting couch trick!

Turning around, she quickly opened the door and ran out, her heart racing with anxiety.

The expression Evan Caldwell wore just now seed sowhat familiar, Quinn Lockwood tried hard to recall.

It seed similar to sothing Savannah Lowell had encountered before.

With Savannah Lowell’s proud and noble background, how could she possibly be interested in soone like Evan Caldwell!

Yes, Quinn Lockwood rembered, it was from that point onwards that Savannah Lowell’s resources and hot searches went downhill.

Although Savannah Lowell’s behavior was indeed unlikable, there was no doubt that Evan Caldwell intentionally targeted her.

While Quinn Lockwood was deep in thought, a man wearing a hat and mask approached.

Quinn Lockwood imdiately snapped out of her thoughts and hid to the side.

She found the figure familiar but couldn’t pinpoint who it was.

Tiptoeing to the office door, Quinn Lockwood clearly heard the conversation inside.

"You’re back? Forget it, I didn’t really intend to take her life, just wanted to teach her a lesson."

"This ti, arrange for more people. Damn, even if it takes force, I have to sleep with her this ti. Just seeing her act all coy, I couldn’t hold back."

Quinn Lockwood couldn’t hear anything else Evan Caldwell was saying.

All the blood in her body rushed to her head, her legs almost giving out under her.

It was him who sent people to harm .

And he actually... intended to do that kind of thing to .

Shivering uncontrollably all over, Quinn Lockwood hugged herself and quickly ran downstairs.

She couldn’t stay here any longer, she had to get back, get back imdiately.

"Sav..."

Quinn Lockwood heard just a syllable before everything in front of her went black, and she bumped into a solid chest.

"Savannah? Why are you running so fast?" A clear, crisp voice echoed above her, filled with curiosity and confusion.

"I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional." Quinn Lockwood quickly stepped aside, bowing her head slightly. When she saw it was Dylan Quinn in front of her, she relaxed a bit.

Dylan Quinn noticed that Quinn Lockwood seed sowhat out of sorts, as if she was running away from sothing, and he furrowed his brow with concern: "What happened? Is soone chasing you?"

He glanced down the hallway behind Quinn Lockwood but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Recalling the incident that happened with Quinn Lockwood on set yesterday, Dylan Quinn’s eyes filled with a look of concern.

It seed like this girl was really frightened.

"Savannah, are you hurt in so way? About what happened yesterday..."

"No, it’s just that I suddenly have so urgent matters to handle, I have to go." Quinn Lockwood shook her head, quickly responding before Dylan Quinn could finish asking.

She didn’t want to hear anything about yesterday’s events.

Just thinking about what happened yesterday brought Evan Caldwell’s earlier words back to mind.

Turtling up, hugging her arms, Quinn Lockwood glanced at Dylan Quinn and took off running.

Exiting the company, Quinn Lockwood hailed a cab, peeking nervously behind her several tis along the way. Not seeing any suspicious figures or vehicles, she finally felt sowhat relieved.

"Hey, sis-in-law, why are you back so early?" Nina Sinclair, who was sitting on the couch in the living room looking at her phone, subconsciously glanced at the clock when she saw Quinn Lockwood return. It was only one o’clock.

"Today’s shoot ended early, so I ca ho first." Quinn Lockwood exhaled slightly, trying to appear calm so as not to worry Nina Sinclair.

Luckily soone was at ho, otherwise, she might have been anxious for quite a while.

Even though The Sinclair Residence was safe enough, Quinn Lockwood still felt insecure being alone at ho.

"Sis-in-law, co over here, I have a question to ask you." Nina Sinclair waved her phone with a smile on her face.

"Coming." Seeing Nina Sinclair’s sowhat excited expression, Quinn Lockwood quickly hung her coat by the door and hurried to the couch.

With a mysterious air, Nina Sinclair covered her phone screen and suddenly stretched it out in front of Quinn Lockwood, grinning: "I want to give Caron a gift, can you help pick one?"

Quinn Lockwood paused for a second, surprised at how quickly Nina Sinclair had moved on from her sadness.

She took Nina Sinclair’s phone, carefully going through it, finding the gifts either too flashy or too childish.

"Nina, I think it’s best to personally prepare a gift yourself."

"Hmm... The weather is starting to cool down now. How about giving a scarf? Hand-knitted ones express sincerity more." Quinn Lockwood handed the phone back to Nina Sinclair, pondering slightly before speaking.