She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 586

Quinn replied, "Ms. Wade, I've reviewed the files. There are a few nuanced points I'll need to confirm with Mr. Sinclair once we see him."

"Sounds good."

Ethan Leigh sent her a text, saying he'd see her at the gala tonight.

Quinn replied: [See you tonight.]

As soon as she got off the plane, she dove straight into the documents. She barely took a few bites of the meal Willa ordered for her.

Perhaps because her cold hadn't fully cleared up, she had no appetite.

"Quinn, get some rest for now. I'll come pick you up tonight."

"Alright."

Looking at the massive stack of project files she had to translate for Mr. Elon later, Quinn pushed aside any thought of resting.

...

The luxurious banquet hall was ablaze with glittering lights, filled with the rustle of elegant gowns and the clinking of champagne glasses.

Miles York also attended the event. Dressed in a sharp, bespoke suit, his broad shoulders and commanding presence stood out instantly.

The moment he appeared, the lively chatter in the room seemed to pause for a second, all eyes naturally gravitating toward him.

His aloof demeanor, devastatingly handsome face, and aristocratic aura made him entirely unapproachable yet captivating.

Many guests actively sought him out to offer polite greetings and attempt to strike up a conversation.

On the other side of the hall, Quinn stood beside Mr. Sinclair, fighting through her sickness to accurately convey his points to Mr. Elon.

Mr. Elon smiled and warmly invited her for a dance. Quinn politely declined, claiming she didn't know how. The gentleman didn't push it, maintaining his perfectly polite demeanor.

However, he then threw out another invitation—asking her to join him for lunch the next day.

She had already rejected the dance, so she couldn't really refuse a simple lunch. She nodded in agreement.

Mr. Elon broke into a broad smile and clinked glasses with Mr. Sinclair, toasting to a successful partnership.

Quinn started to feel a chill. She had forgotten her shawl and rubbed her arms to keep warm.

She tried to stave off the cold, but the air conditioning was too strong for her to bear.

Hunter had just finished a phone call and was rushing over to report to Miles when he practically collided with Quinn, who was on her way to find her shawl.

"Quinn, what's wrong? Why are you coughing so much?"

Quinn leaned back against the chair, shivering. "My head... it's spinning. I think it's just a slight cold. I'll be fine if I rest."

She had already been feeling under the weather, and sitting in the cold air had only worsened it.

Having a sip of alcohol earlier had only accelerated her symptoms.

Resting her head against the back of the seat, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she coughed again.

Her head grew heavier by the second. Just as her consciousness began to blur, a figure seemed to walk toward her.

She tried to focus, but the figure was backlit, making it impossible to see clearly. She could only make out a tall, broad silhouette.

"E... Ethan, is that you?"

As those words slipped out, her eyelids grew unimaginably heavy, and she slumped sideways.

The person before her quickly stepped forward, catching her in his arms.

His grip was gentle but incredibly steady, ensuring she didn't fall.