Chapter 355

Timothy Gold's face darkened as his fingers drummed absently on the desk.

"The rules are clear, Miss Quincy." He lifted his gaze to meet Beatrice Quincy's. "No phone usage during filming."

Beatrice slammed her palms on the table, her manicured nails screeching across the surface.

"My leg is injured like this, and you won't even let me make a call?" Her voice turned shrill. "Think carefully about the consequences, Timothy."

Timothy remained unmoved, his eyes glacial.

"Rules are rules."

Beatrice's chest heaved with barely contained fury. She hadn't expected this minor director to dare stand up to her.

"You think having Vincent Lowell's backing makes you untouchable?" She sneered. "I could ruin your career in this industry with one word."

Eugene York arrived just in time to hear the threat.

"Director Gold..." He hesitated.

Timothy waved him off.

"Miss Quincy is free to quit anytime." His tone remained even. "The yacht stands ready around the clock."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Beatrice's eyes. Leaving meant forfeiting exposure from this hit reality show.

"Fine. Very well!" She ground her teeth. "We'll see about this!"

Her stilettos struck the floor like gunshots as she stormed away.

Eugene watched her retreating figure with concern.

"Director Gold, the Quincy family has considerable influence..."

Timothy lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"I'm more concerned about Mr. Sullivan and Vincent Lowell's stance." His expression blurred behind the smoke. "Every arrangement on this island was personally approved by Mr. Sullivan."

Only then did Eugene notice the Sullivan Group logo on the distant yacht.

"The medical team consists of top specialists from Sullivan Hospital. The security system is provided by Lowell Technologies." Timothy tapped his cigarette. "Do you really think the Quincys can reach here?"

The sea breeze carried a briny tang.

Understanding dawned on Eugene, his tense shoulders relaxing.

"So Beatrice's injury..."

"Superficial." Timothy stubbed out his cigarette. "The doctor confirmed it won't even leave a scar."

The distant sound of shattering objects made them exchange knowing smiles.

On this isolated island, even the Quincy heiress had to play by the rules.