His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 161: Kate Lynch’s Photo on the Phone Screen

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Kate Lynch’s Photo on the Phone Screen

Kiana Sutton still pathetically got into the car.

Luckily, during the entire ride to the company, Ethan Sinclair didn’t look at her or pick on her.

They hadn’t reached the company yet when Kiana asked Connor Grant to stop the car.

As soon as she got out and saw the car driving toward the Evercrest Group building, Kiana let out a deep sigh of relief.

God, sharing a ride with Ethan Sinclair was even more nerve-racking than going into an exam room.

Today Ethan seemed to be in a bad mood—when Kiana saw several project managers come out of the president’s office, they all looked absolutely wrecked.

Even Nathan Lawson avoided him as much as possible, not wanting to go to Ethan’s office and get scolded.

Close to lunchtime, Nathan finally couldn’t hold it in and came to look for Kiana.

"Secretary Sutton, what’s up with President Sinclair today?"

Kiana immediately shook her head. She assumed Ethan’s foul mood was because he’d secretly gone jogging last night—she definitely couldn’t let anyone else find that out, or she’d be taken out for knowing too much.

At noon, when Kiana went to eat with Amy Manning, they ran into Quentin Sinclair.

Kiana hadn’t expected Quentin to show up in the cafeteria.

As soon as Amy saw Quentin, she instantly swooned. "Kiana, do you think everyone in the Sinclair Family is born handsome or something? President Sinclair’s looks and physique are already god-tier, and now here comes Manager Sinclair—oh man, what a blessing for us ladies!"

Kiana shot Amy, whose eyes were nearly glued to Quentin, a deadpan look, eating with one hand while typing a message to Amy with the other.

"Didn’t you say your idol was the president?"

"He is! But that doesn’t stop me from loving Manager Sinclair too!"

Kiana: "..."

She never would’ve guessed Amy was such a flirt.

Noticing Kiana’s vaguely contemptuous gaze, Amy cleared her throat and quickly gestured, "Kiana, I am NOT a flirt, okay? President Sinclair and Manager Sinclair are totally different types."

After a beat, Amy continued, "Our president is like some unattainable flower on a cliff, just for admiring from afar, not for messing with. But then there’s Manager Sinclair—he’s bad-boy handsome, always has that roguish smile. Who wouldn’t get confused seeing him?"

Kiana didn’t really agree.

She saw Quentin and could only think of one phrase: a dog in human skin.

In her eyes, Quentin wasn’t even on the same level as a strand of Ethan’s hair, let alone being compared to him.

Speak of the devil, Quentin just happened to walk over with a tray.

He flashed a mischievous smile but asked very politely, "Mind if I sit here, ladies?"

Kiana frowned a little, but Amy, all excited, gripped Kiana’s thigh, making Kiana wince in pain.

"Hmm?"

Quentin tilted his head and asked again, grinning.

That grin nearly snatched Amy’s soul away—she started nodding so fast she looked like a bobblehead.

Kiana couldn’t speak and didn’t want anyone knowing she was acquainted with Quentin, so she just kept her head down and ate without responding.

Quentin didn’t try striking up a conversation with Kiana anyway; instead, he just chatted with Amy the whole time.

Amy was the type to have no guile and zero defenses; Quentin got her talking with the smallest bit of coaxing, and she basically gave him her entire family tree.

"So, Amy, you’re so pretty—got a boyfriend yet?"

Amy got all coy and shy, shook her head. "Not yet."

"Really? Well then..."

Kiana finally couldn’t take it and shot to her feet. Amy nearly jumped out of her seat, staring at Kiana in surprise. "Kiana..."

Quentin raised an eyebrow at Kiana, his smirk deepening.

Quentin was definitely doing this on purpose. He was Kate Lynch’s lapdog—he liked HER, not Amy. No way he was actually interested in Amy.

She was convinced Quentin wasn’t trying to be friends with Amy at all with all this small talk.

Amy was her best friend in Evercrest Group, and there was NO WAY Kiana would let Quentin hurt her.

"Amy, are you done eating? We should get going!"

"Ah..."

Amy was really enjoying chatting with Quentin and looked a little disappointed.

But before she could say anything, Quentin stood up first, "Amy, it’s been great talking. Let’s have lunch together again sometime."

"Ah... sure, sure, sure..."

As Quentin left, he shot Kiana a meaningful look.

Kiana frowned at him, giving him a warning glare: Stay away from Amy.

"Ugh... he’s so handsome, so charming, and he knows so much..."

Amy was still floating in her little pink bubble, so Kiana gave her a slap—shattering those pink bubbles instantly.

"Stop fantasizing. The one he likes is Kate Lynch!"

If Quentin were actually a good guy, Kiana wouldn’t have stopped Amy from hanging out with him.

But Quentin was calculating, possibly even an accomplice in sending her dad to prison—she was not about to let Amy get hurt.

"Really? How do you know?"

Kiana was briefly stumped, but then quickly gestured, "I saw a photo of Kate Lynch on his phone screen."

"Oh..."

Amy looked a bit let down, but soon she was smiling again. "No surprise, really. I heard the Sinclair Family and the Lynch Family go way back—they probably grew up together. Plus, Kate’s gorgeous. Honestly, if even I kinda like her, I can’t blame Manager Sinclair."

Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, Amy added, "Wait a sec, didn’t you say Kate and President Sinclair were childhood sweethearts? If Manager Sinclair likes Kate, he’d be going up against the president... That’s not much of a chance for him, is it? So maybe I still have a shot?"

Kiana: "..."

Kiana took a deep breath. She really wanted to open Amy’s head and see what exactly was inside.

"Bottom line, just stay away from Quentin. He’s not a good guy."

Amy pouted, and Kiana still didn’t know what she was actually thinking.

After leaving the cafeteria, they split up—Amy went to pick up a package, and Kiana went to the restroom. As soon as she walked out, Quentin stepped in to block her way.

Kiana instantly felt uneasy at the sight of him. She hadn’t finished investigating her dad’s case and already Quentin had messed with her—a grudge on top of a grudge. She could practically see flames in her eyes.

But this was company property, and who knew what Quentin was up to, so she didn’t dare act rashly.

Seeing her hostile gaze, Quentin curled his lips in a smile. "Hey, sis-in-law, I did get Rosalind Joyce off your back and helped make you the only vice-chair of the Albatross Foundation. Isn’t your grudge a little much?"

Kiana couldn’t be bothered wasting time on sign language with him and tried to leave, but Quentin pinned her against the wall with one hand.

Kiana’s face changed, frowning as she shoved against him.

He leaned in and whispered at her ear, "Sis-in-law, you really hurt my feelings, you know? I thought Amy was kinda cute, just wanted to get to know her, but you overreacted and said all kinds of crap about me, didn’t you?"

Kiana couldn’t shove him off, so she just stomped hard on his foot. Quentin yelped and stepped back.

Kiana signed coldly, "You’d better leave Amy alone, or I won’t let you off!"