Chapter 312
She had caused a massive scene yesterday, nearly causing a disaster before someone finally dragged her away.
Now she was back with a brand-new excuse, claiming she wanted a room. Did she think anyone was stupid enough to buy that?
The guests at this hotel were Aethelgard’s elite. Security wasn’t about to let this woman ruin their stay.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” Quinn shrieked. “I’m a global pop sensation!” “Right, and if you’re a pop sensation, I’m a legendary empress,” the guard scoffed. “Even if you were the President, we still wouldn’t let you through those doors today p>
It all made sense now.
A guest from the day before had mentioned this woman was a delusional stalker who liked to pretend she was famous. It was spot on.
“Leave the premises right now, or we’re calling the police p>
“She really is a massive star!” her assistant piped up frantically.
“If you don’t let us in, I’m filing a formal complaint! You’ll all lose your jobs p>
“It’s bad enough you let your crazy friend off her leash, but enabling her delusions?
You people are sick,” the guard spat.
“Who the hell are you calling crazy p>
Quinn lunged forward, slapping the security guard hard across the face.
“Do you know who I am?!” she screamed.
Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded her. Quinn whipped her head around and realized several paparazzi were practically hiding in the bushes, snapping photos of her outburst.
Panic seized her. She threw her hands over her face and bolted, but the guard she’d just slapped grabbed her arm in a vice grip.
Her assistants rushed in to intervene, but the other guards quickly swarmed them. Within seconds, Quinn was pinned.
“Just a total lunatic running loose and hurting people,” the guard growled, glaring at her assistants.
“Call the cops. And see if you can get a psych ward on the line while you’re at it p>
It didn’t take long for the police to arrive with sirens blaring, hauling both Quinn and her panicked assistants away.
“I’m not a psycho! I’m a massive celebrity! I’m Quinn Montgomery!” she shrieked as they shoved her into the back of a squad car.
“We’ll let a psych eval determine that, ma’am,” an officer replied dryly.
“And if you’re Quinn Montgomery, then I’m George Washington,” a guard called out from the curb.
Within the hour, the footage of Quinn’s meltdown was plastered all over the internet. The headline read: *Quinn Montgomery Assaults Security at The Grand Sovereign, Hauled Away by Police as Suspected Psychopath p>
“Wait, isn’t her big concert coming up? How is her career imploding right now p>
“What the hell was she even doing at The Grand Sovereign p>
“Word is, she was trying to hunt down Owen Lance p>
“But isn’t she Lawrence Lance’s girlfriend p>
“Looks like someone was trying to have her cake and eat it too p>
When Lawrence saw the news, he was so furious he nearly put his fist through a wall.
*That stupid, lovesick bitch!* Causing a catastrophic scene right when they needed perfect PR!
Quinn was the headlining act for Yield Crest Media’s upcoming concert. Pulling a stunt like this right before opening night was a disaster.
Lawrence wasn’t angry out of jealousy over her chasing after Owen.
She was just a toy to him, completely disposable. He had never cared about her.
But her public meltdown was dragging her reputation-and by extension, his concert and his own image-through the mud.
They would have to scramble for an emergency replacement. It wasn’t just about the exorbitant cost; a last minute headliner meant zero tehearsal time, completely tankin the show’s quality. ‘
Right at the peak of his rage, his phone buzzed. It was Quinn.
“Lawrence please, get me out net
here. These psychos locked me
ар
in a holding cell p>
The police had finally verified her identity, but that didn’t erase the fact that she had assaulted a man in broad daylight.
*Bail you out?* Lawrence thought viciously. *You can rot in there for all I care p>
“Oh, so now you remember you have a boyfriend?” he sneered into the
receiver Werent you at the Grand. Sovereign looking for Owen Why
don’t you call him to bail your ass out p>
“Lawrence, please don’t be mad! Yes, I was looking for him, but I swear I only wanted to ask him one question.
I just wanted to ask where he’d been these past two years. Why he left without saying a word.
And why he purposely leaked all of your private information to the press when he left p>
Zachary Lloyd, standing nearby, could see the murderous tension radiating from his boss.
“Mr. Lance,” Zachary murmured quietly. “She’s still useful to us p>