Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 421: Gone

Did he go ho with lody Shepherd again?

Quinn Lockwood suddenly felt a bit anxious; she wanted to know what was going on outside right now.

However, she realized that she didn’t have her phone with her; it was left on the table in the venue with her handbag.

At that mont, the wind suddenly picked up, swirling the dust and leaves on the ground, blowing them onto Quinn Lockwood.

A pitter-patter sound suddenly ca from the sky, it actually started to rain.

Quinn Lockwood felt the raindrops falling on her face and body, only then did she realize why there wasn’t a single star tonight.

She held onto the railing, massaging her temple with one hand to ease the throbbing pain in her head, but it seed to have no effect at all.

Forget it, if she couldn’t go back, then she couldn’t go back, anyway, she wouldn’t be welcod even if she did.

Soon, that place would no longer be her ho.

Quinn Lockwood slumped down onto the ground, placing the wine bottle beside her.

She felt so uncomfortable, her heart was so stuffy, so suppressed, so sour.

The fine raindrops fell on Quinn Lockwood, her hair and clothes were completely drenched, yet she seed to have lost all feeling, slumping on the ground, staring blankly at a certain spot.

She felt like a small boat floating on a vast ocean, quiet and lonely in the silent and expansive airstrip, drifting without knowing where she was going or where she wanted to go.

Just let it be, she didn’t want to think about it anymore, her head hurt, and she was exhausted.

Quinn Lockwood’s body, leaning against the railing, slowly lost its center, sliding down to the ground bit by bit, her eyes involuntarily closed together gently.

On the rooftop lay a slender, frail woman collapsed on the ground, her hair wet from the rain clinging to her face, seemingly asleep, but her brows were tightly furrowed, arms wrapped around herself as if lacking a sense of security, appearing weak.

anwhile, in the lounge of the banquet, Elias Sinclair stood coolly beside the sofa, his eyes dark as night, giving no hint of emotion.

"Wait here for a mont, I’ll have soone arrange for a doctor to co." The man’s handso face remained calm and unruffled, his tone indifferent, just as cold as usual.

lody Shepherd’s bright eyes flashed with a complex light, the hands under the blanket were already clenched together, her fair fingernails slightly pale.

"Elias, don’t go." lody Shepherd sat up, grabbing Elias Sinclair’s hand, her alluring eyes glistening with gentle light.

"You still care about , I know it."

"I just twisted my ankle a little, yet you’re so anxious. It reminds of when we were still together three years ago."

lody Shepherd looked up at Elias Sinclair, her smile sweet and graceful, showing exactly eight teeth, a textbook-perfect standard.

The man’s elegant brows instantly furrowed, his face tense, maintaining his usual aloof and indifferent deanor, his voice low with an icy chill: "Let go."

"No, this ti I won’t let go for anything, Elias, I’ve never forgotten you."

"Actually, all these years I’ve been waiting for you, let’s reconcile, I’ll be a good wife." lody Shepherd seed a bit agitated, speaking while hugging Elias Sinclair tightly, as if wanting to envelop him in her arms.

She believed Elias Sinclair must love her.

Although nothing happened during the three months they dated, lody Shepherd always felt Elias Sinclair loved her.

Because lody Shepherd was Elias Sinclair’s first girlfriend, also the first publicly acknowledged one in his network.

Elias Sinclair’s face was now chillingly cold, he looked at lody Shepherd with deep, constrained anger about to overflow.

He disliked being touched by others.

Especially won.

The man’s eyes were filled with frost; he raised his hand intending to push lody Shepherd away, when the lounge door was pushed open before he had ti to act.

The person who ca was Caron Grant.

Caron Grant was already in a frantic state over not being able to find Quinn Lockwood; upon entering and seeing Elias Sinclair and lody Shepherd hugging, he was incredibly furious.

He thought of Quinn Lockwood’s disappointed and forlorn look while downing red wine, and his gaze at Elias Sinclair grew colder and more terrifying.

"Elias Sinclair, do you know where Savannah is?" Caron Grant’s clear and elegant eyes were full of severity, entirely different from his usual refined and elegant deanor.

This was a rare occasion where he addressed Elias Sinclair by his full na.

"I don’t think you do." Caron Grant didn’t get an answer from Elias Sinclair, his expression turning even colder.

His sharp gaze fell on lody Shepherd, his light amber eyes seemingly a deep icy well, the deepest part interminably dark and profound, the outer layer full of ice crystals.

Upon hearing Caron Grant ntion Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair forcefully shrugged off lody Shepherd’s arm, quickly striding over to Caron Grant.

"What happened to Savannah?" The man’s attractive brows were tightly knit, worry written all over his face.

He wanted so much to go find Quinn Lockwood.

Actually, for a product launch like this, he, as the board chairman, didn’t need to attend, but he wanted to see Quinn Lockwood.

Ever since he entered the banquet hall, he’d been paying attention to Quinn Lockwood’s movents.

Elias Sinclair thought once Quinn Lockwood saw him and lody Shepherd appear together, she would huff over like she always did to question him.

But Quinn Lockwood didn’t.

Elias Sinclair saw not a trace of concern for him on her face, as if, to Quinn Lockwood, he was an irrelevant presence.

"Savannah is missing, I searched every room in the venue but couldn’t find her."

"Her phone and bag are still on the table in the hall." Caron Grant’s expression grew increasingly serious, seeing Elias Sinclair didn’t know Quinn Lockwood’s whereabouts, he didn’t linger any longer, turning to continue searching.

Hearing this, Elias Sinclair suddenly felt a squeeze in his heart, not caring about lody Shepherd behind him anymore, he quickly followed Caron Grant to search for Quinn Lockwood.

"Let’s split up, et in the lobby later." Elias Sinclair strode past Caron Grant, his face with an abruptly cold expression.

The banquet had already ended; where on earth had this woman run off to? Could soone have taken her?

Could it be Jonah Hansen?

The frown on the man’s brow deepened, the thought of Quinn Lockwood being taken by Jonah Hansen only lingered in his mind for less than a second before it was dismissed.

If she had been taken, how could her phone be left behind?

anwhile, lody Shepherd ca trotting up as well, her chance to be alone with Elias Sinclair destroyed just like that.