Chapter 117: Chapter 117

"This is tricky now, isn’t it? It seems like someone behind the scenes wants to completely ruin her career in the entertainment industry. Who could it be? Ariana Lynch?" Quinn Lockwood clutched her phone tightly, her gaze darkening.

By the next day, Quinn Lockwood’s foot had already stopped swelling, allowing her to carry on with her activities as long as she didn’t run or jump.

She brewed a pot of soup to invigorate and strengthen the spleen, and cooked some delicate and tasty side dishes to take to the hospital.

Mr. Lowell noticed that she came by even though she was still recovering and couldn’t help but chide her mildly, yet his face couldn’t hide the smile. However, just as the father and daughter were chatting and laughing, Quinn Lockwood’s phone rang.

"Is this Savannah Lowell?" An unfamiliar woman’s voice came through, with a somewhat sharp tone.

Quinn Lockwood was a bit puzzled but still responded, "Hello, this is Savannah Lowell."

"Savannah Lowell, you bitch! How dare you seduce Dylan Quinn? You, such a loose woman, leading a double life!" The voice was shrill and piercing, making Quinn Lockwood unable to bear it; she quickly hung up the phone and looked at Mr. Lowell.

"What’s going on, Savannah?" Mr. Lowell asked with a worried look.

"I also..." Before Quinn Lockwood could respond, the phone rang again. Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, she dared not pick it up.

What followed were numerous unknown calls and messages. Seeing the content of the messages, Quinn Lockwood rubbed her brow helplessly. Mr. Lowell, noticing her distress, took her phone and read the screen, then angrily pounded the bed’s edge.

"You dirty whore, stay away from Dylan Quinn. You’re not worthy of Elias Sinclair, and shouldn’t even bother trying to be a star—try being a hooker instead!" Hundreds of messages filled Quinn Lockwood’s phone, almost all with similar content.

"It’s okay, Dad. I’ll just change my number later." Afraid that Mr. Lowell would get upset and harm his health, Quinn Lockwood quickly soothed his back.

"Savannah... If you’re upset about anything, don’t keep it to yourself." Mr. Lowell patted Quinn Lockwood’s hand with a face full of concern.

"Don’t worry, Dad. When have you ever seen anyone get the better of me." Quinn Lockwood smiled reassuringly at Mr. Lowell and changed the subject: "Dad, let me give you a back massage. No one was here to help you yesterday since I wasn’t around."

"Yes, Savannah, though your brother tried, and his strength almost broke my bones." Mr. Lowell forced a smile; he knew his daughter was just trying to avoid worrying him, and he felt a deep affection for Quinn Lockwood.

Taking advantage of a quiet moment, Quinn Lockwood turned off her phone, not wanting Mr. Lowell to worry more. However, he caught her little action.

Online, almost all comments accused Quinn Lockwood of seducing Elias and Dylan Quinn.

"Which companies did those reporters causing trouble today come from?" Elias Sinclair asked in a slightly angry tone, standing by the window in his office, looking at his reflection in the glass. "Okay, I see. Send me the list immediately."

After hanging up, he received a list, quickly glanced over it, focused on a single name, and then promptly left the office...

Inside Visionary Films, the whole company was in turmoil due to Elias Sinclair’s presence.

"Speak up, what’s going on here." Elias Sinclair sat in the boss’s chair at the film company, squinting at a junior reporter in front of him.

"Mr. Sinclair, I... I don’t know anything." The junior reporter dared not look at Elias, his body slightly trembling.

"Don’t know? I’ll give you one chance." The man raised an eyebrow, his tone exuding extreme danger. Orıginal content can be found at novel~fire~net

"I’ll speak. It’s... someone named Freya Caldwell. She said that if we cooperate with her, we could land a big story and get a bonus as well." The junior reporter didn’t dare look Elias in the eye throughout, clutching her clothes tightly, her palms sweating profusely.

"Were all the fans and reporters her people?" Elias pressed a hand on the table, an inscrutable light flickering in his eyes.

"They weren’t fans... they were all reporters in disguise. Freya even provided us with Savannah Lowell’s phone number... and instructed us to harass her..." The junior reporter almost had to force herself to finish speaking, her heart racing uncontrollably.

"Is that all?" Elias’s face was as gloomy as the onset of a storm.

"That’s all, Mr. Sinclair. I’ve told you everything." The junior reporter quickly gestured with her hands and vigorously shook her head, fearing Elias might not believe her.

Elias gave her a cold glance before leaving. After he left, the junior reporter collapsed onto the floor, never having encountered such an intimidating man, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"I don’t want to see any news about him in the press ever again," Elias told the entertainment company manager sternly, his presence exuding a chilling air.

Leaving the film company, Elias called Quinn Lockwood, only to find her phone was off.

He frowned, got into his car, and then made another call, asking, "Where’s Savannah Lowell now?"

"I don’t know, but I guess she might be at the hospital. I’m still at the company and haven’t returned; Savannah’s phone can’t get through?" A warm and clear male voice replied on the other end.

"Yes, it’s off." Elias’s tone seemed somewhat displeased.

"Is something wrong? Are you heading to the hospital? I can go over right now as well." Cameron Grant asked with some concern.

"It’s fine; I’m heading there now. Talk to you later." Elias ended the call and pressed the accelerator a bit harder.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Elias indeed found Quinn Lockwood. At that moment, she was sitting dazed on a chair in the corridor.

"Here." Hearing his voice, Quinn Lockwood was slightly taken aback, seeing a delicately packaged box before her.

She took the box and hesitantly opened it, finding a limited edition white business phone inside.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Quinn Lockwood looked at Elias, puzzled.

"I know your number got leaked, and you were harassed. You turned off your phone, and I couldn’t reach you for important matters." Elias looked seriously at her, picked up her old phone next to her, frowned at it, and then tucked it into his pocket.

"I can just change my number; there’s no need for a new phone. Please, take it back." Raising her head, she handed the phone back to Elias, her gaze lingering on his pocket, trying to retrieve the phone he had taken.

"I never take back things I’ve given. If you don’t want it, you can throw it away." Elias’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Quinn Lockwood, making her feel slightly deflated.

"I wouldn’t throw it away; that would be wasteful!" Quinn quickly retrieved the phone, pouting her lips.

Hearing the words "wasteful," Elias’s gaze at Quinn carried a hint of appraisal.

"Then... thank you. You can deduct it from my pay. Do you have something to discuss with me, coming at this time?" Quinn Lockwood glanced at Elias, feeling a bit guilty, then forced a smile and asked him.