Chapter 141: Chapter 141: She Slept with President Sinclair
Nora Northwood frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Alright, alright, I’m just talking nonsense." Yuna Hughes rolled her eyes and then looked provocatively at Nora Northwood, "I do hope you stand up soon. After the new product launch this season of courtesy, I’ll begin preparing to establish my own brand. I hope you can rise to the challenge then."
After speaking, she drank up and left without even glancing at Vincent Morgan.
"What she said just now was all nonsense." Vincent Morgan anxiously explained, afraid that Nora Northwood would develop some dislike for him.
Nora Northwood just smiled and distanced herself from him. She could see that Vincent Morgan treated her differently, but whether it meant he liked her, she wasn’t sure.
Seeing her take a few steps back, Vincent Morgan felt a pang of bitterness in his mouth, but isn’t this exactly what he wanted?
He opened his mouth, smiling bitterly, then exchanged a few pleasantries and left.
Free from interruptions, Nora Northwood continued to sit and observe the situation around her.
She knew it wasn’t suitable to make acquaintances or engage in conversations at this time. After all, she was currently caught in a media storm, and close contact might drag others down with her.
The reason she came today was just to remember the attitudes of others.
Standing not far away, Christian Quinn watched the scene of Vincent Morgan and Nora Northwood conversing and was almost driven mad with anger.
He had pleaded multiple times with the Morgan Family, but they wouldn’t give him a chance to meet. Yet that wretch did nothing, and Vincent Morgan approached willingly.
In an instant, his rationality faded, and he stood up quickly, walking over to Nora Northwood.
"You must be quite pleased with yourself now, after leaving me, President Sinclair stood up for you, and now even the young master of the Morgan Family approaches you willingly."
Nora Northwood was about to leave when she heard a familiar barking.
At first, she was stunned for a moment, but when she saw who it was, she turned cold.
"I can’t be bothered deal with your nonsense here." She was in no mood for patience; her former affection had now turned into resentment.
"Don’t be so quick to celebrate. With your kind of background, to them you’re nothing but a plaything. They couldn’t be bothered to give you genuine affection; only you think you’re something special."
Christian Quinn was furious, venting all his resentment openly.
Especially knowing her studio was now severely hit, uncertain if it could continue operating. Let’s see what she can be smug about then.
"Which eye of yours saw me happy? Even if I’m a plaything, it’s my life, it’s not for you to criticize." Nora Northwood looked with cold eyes and turned to leave, but her arm was grabbed directly: "Let go of me!"
She finished speaking, but Christian Quinn only tightened his grip.
"Did I hit the mark? Why don’t you tell me how you shamelessly climbed into President Sinclair’s bed, or else why would he help someone as despicable as you?"
He seemed to be frenzied, causing such a scene that attracted the attention of the attendees. No one expected the once somewhat dashing young master of the Quinn Family to end up like this.
But what interested them more was the woman he was holding onto—had she crawled into President Sinclair’s bed, and he even helped her?
What a gigantic joke, not many people believed what he said.
Christian Quinn was still going wild, "Back then, just because I didn’t give you a dowry, you were like this. My mom was right, women with your fickle nature are only in it for the money. You think people like the Sinclair Family and Morgan Family would fancy you? If not, you could beg me, I might even be kind enough to forgive you."
His face was greasy; perhaps since his family’s fortune fell, he lacked the money to dress himself up like before. At this moment, he was so shabby that it was unbearable to see.