Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 346: Because I Am Mrs. Sinclair

The tiger doesn’t show its power, she really thinks I’m Hello Kitty!

"Secretary Krar, what do you an by that?"

"If you want to talk about , just say it directly. Don’t use the entertainnt industry as an excuse." Quinn Lockwood crossed her arms, her beautiful face covered with frost.

Joyce Krar instantly put on a wronged expression, turned around, and looked innocently at Quinn, saying, "Miss Lowell, I didn’t an that. You’ve really misunderstood ..."

"Misunderstanding? My two ears heard it clearly: the entertainnt industry, news, trending searches, married won."

"I beg you, Secretary Krar, even if you’re talking about soone else, please be more subtle, okay? What you’re doing is truly tasteless."

What Quinn Lockwood disliked the most were those green tea bitches who always acted pitiful.

Clearly, they were full of malice, always plotting against soone or jealous of another, yet they always looked like innocent victims.

If she didn’t strip off Joyce Krar’s facade of hypocrisy today, she’d write her na Quinn backward.

"Miss Lowell, you... you can’t fra innocent people." Joyce didn’t expect Quinn could expose her directly in front of Caron Grant and Connor Shaw, and she started to panic.

This bitch never plays by the rules! Isn’t she supposed to maintain a gentle image in front of other n?

If Quinn knew what Joyce was thinking at this mont, she’d probably burst out laughing.

People are almost stepping on her head, and she’s supposed to keep a gentle image? Besides, what’s the use of a gentle image? She doesn’t like being bound by rules and restrictions, being true and free is what’s most important.

"Stop pretending."

"Apologize to , and I’ll let this go." Quinn couldn’t be bothered to waste more words with Joyce.

It’s always the sa few phrases, I didn’t an that, you can’t wrong honest people, and so on.

"Apologize? Savannah Lowell, why should I apologize to you?" Joyce was furious when Quinn wouldn’t let it go.

Last ti, Mr. Sinclair asked her to co and ask for a contract, that was already the biggest concession she could make.

And she hadn’t even avenged last ti’s grudge, and this bitch wants her to apologize??

"Why? Because I’m Mrs. Sinclair, your superior." Quinn raised an eyebrow, then looked up, looking down at Joyce condescendingly.

Looks like the title of Mrs. Sinclair is quite useful after all!

"I’m sorry, Savannah Lowell, but my only direct superior is Mr. Sinclair." Joyce furrowed her brow, nearly gritting her teeth as she said this.

The position of Mrs. Sinclair, which she cared about the most, how could it belong to this bitch!

Even if Quinn is in this position temporarily, so what, she’ll be out sooner or later!

"Joyce, didn’t anyone teach you the rules when you first joined the Sinclair Group?"

"Anyone from the Sinclair Family is a direct superior of the Sinclair Group employees. When you see , you should greet and respectfully call madam!"

Quinn’s eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a dangerous glint.

She knew what Joyce cared about the most and knew how to hit her where it hurt.

Caron Grant and Connor Shaw watched their respective partners confront each other, wanting to intervene but unsure how.

"Savannah Lowell, what do you think you are, that you deserve to be Mrs. Sinclair!" Joyce was now completely enraged, her most sensitive points being exposed repeatedly, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Joyce turned sideways to pick up a wine glass, and Caron noticed sothing was off, quickly standing to pull Quinn aside.

Joyce, in a fit of anger, was about to splash the wine on Quinn but was blocked by Caron’s raised arm, accidentally spilling it on herself instead.

"Ah! Savannah Lowell, you’re too much!" Joyce slamd the wine glass on the table, grabbed a napkin, and quickly tried to wipe off the wine stains on her body, her eyes already filled with resentnt.

"You did it yourself, okay? Stop wronging honest people!" Quinn curled her lips, looking at Joyce with a mocking expression.

"Let’s go, brother, I’m not in the mood to eat anymore." Quinn took Caron’s arm and left the restaurant without looking back.

Joyce watched them leave, not caring if Connor was still there, her face twisted with hatred.

Quinn and Caron walked out of the restaurant, strolling as they looked for another place to eat.

"Savannah, that person just now..." Caron rembered seeing Joyce many tis before. The last ti he was drinking with Elias Sinclair at a bar, this woman was also ddling.

"Her? She’s Elias Sinclair’s secretary." Quinn rolled her eyes, speaking in annoyance.

Just ntioning Ariana already made her angry, and now there’s another Joyce Krar.

Just thinking about it was frustrating, apart from rolling her eyes, she couldn’t think of any other way to vent.

"Don’t be mad; I’ll tell Elias to fire her."

"With such a quality secretary, I really don’t know how Elias chose her." Caron slightly furrowed his brows, his expression turning serious.

Quinn lowered her eyes, shook her head lightly, and said, "No need, brother, let her stay and learn slowly."

After all, she’s worked with Elias for so long; I’m afraid he’ll not be used to it if she’s suddenly replaced."

Quinn really didn’t know how to explain to Caron her reason for keeping Joyce.

Especially since Joyce’s nature and arrogant attitude had been completely seen by her brother.

Except using Joyce’s work experience and her ti cooperating with Elias as an excuse, she couldn’t think of any better reason.

Caron didn’t know the real aning behind Quinn’s words, thinking she was considering Elias, planning to keep Joyce for his sake.

Caron’s usually calm and indifferent eyes carried a hint of disappointnt, watching Quinn walking ahead of him, he sighed deeply in his heart.

Quinn looked at the various shops and neon lights on the street, feeling a bit desolate.

Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blew by, with a bone-chilling cold that made her shiver involuntarily.

Everything feels like a dream.

She had been reborn for so long, living in this identity for so long, encountered so many people.

Dad, Mom, Caron, Sierra...

And now, her husband, Elias Sinclair.

Quinn couldn’t help but feel even more desolate in her heart.

She actually got married, and the other party was a king in the financial world, with his assets spread across countless countries, involved in over a hundred fields, respected and admired by all, Mr. Sinclair.