Chapter 118: Chapter 118

"I did come looking for you for a reason." Elias Sinclair wore a serious expression as he sat beside Quinn Lockwood and pulled a recording pen from his pocket.

"This is..." Quinn Lockwood looked slightly surprised.

Elias Sinclair pressed his lips together lightly, then hit the playback button.

"It was Freya Caldwell... She paid us to block Savannah Lowell..."

Listening to the contents of the recording, Quinn Lockwood’s eyes seemed to burst with fiery sparks. She clenched her hands tightly and then snatched the recording pen from Elias Sinclair’s hand.

"So it was her! I really should have guessed..." She squeezed the pen in her hand forcefully.

"I’ll handle this," a deep, powerful male voice sounded beside her.

"No, I’ll handle it myself, thank you." Quinn Lockwood’s tone was very resolute. She stood up to leave, took a few steps, then turned to Elias Sinclair and paused before saying, "I have something to take care of first. Please inform Dad for me. Thank you."

Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s polite attitude, the man felt an unexplainable anger rise in his heart.

"Hey, Ethan, it’s Savannah Lowell." Walking out of the hospital, Quinn Lockwood made a voice call.

"Where are you? I need you to do me a favor, right now."

From the other end of the line came Ethan’s lazy, nonchalant voice: "Oh, you actually have something to ask me for? I’m more than happy to oblige..."

Three days later, the overwhelming news shocked Anna.

"What’s going on with Savannah Lowell? Why didn’t you inform the company about holding a press conference? Who allowed you to issue a statement without permission?" Anna demanded of Quinn Lockwood, her eyebrows knit together. Official source ıs ⓝovelFire.net

"Doesn’t the company know about my abortion? And where was the company when I was surrounded by a bunch of reporters at the hospital yesterday?" Quinn Lockwood sat cross-legged in a chair, completely unwilling to engage with Anna. She was too disappointed with the company’s attitude over this matter.

"The company thought since you have a lot of ads coming up, having some media attention on the hot search is quite good." Anna felt awkward at her questioning, tugging at the corner of her mouth while trying to force a smile for Quinn Lockwood.

"Haven’t I had enough media attention?" Quinn Lockwood cast a sidelong glance at Anna, her expression mocking.

"I advise you not to threaten me with breach of contract and compensation fees; I insist on holding this press conference, and I don’t mind actually terminating my contract with the company." Anna, seeing Quinn Lockwood’s serious demeanor, started to panic internally.

"Oh, why so serious? The company supports this press conference. Time is running short; how have you prepared?" Anna smiled flatteringly at Quinn Lockwood, and as she got up, Anna familiarly went forward to take her arm.

Quinn Lockwood glanced indifferently at Anna’s hand, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she said slowly, "Preparation is going quite well."

Elias Sinclair naturally saw the content of the statement that Quinn Lockwood published. He glanced at the time, picked up his coat, and made his way to the scene...

At this moment, the number of reporters at the press conference was no less than at the hospital. Freya Caldwell stood amidst the crowd of reporters, chin up, looking at the title on the big screen with a sarcastic expression.

"Why hasn’t Savannah Lowell appeared yet? She better not be playing us." A reporter stomped impatiently, speaking to the person next to him.

"Just wait a bit longer, big stars are always ." A junior reporter answered.

Freya Caldwell glared at the two for speaking; how could Savannah Lowell even be called a big star? Such talk would make people laugh their heads off!

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." A clear, gentle voice came from the center of the stage.

"Miss Savannah Lowell, could you address the rumors about your abortion for the Sinclair Group’s boss, Elias Sinclair..."

"Could you comment on whether you and Dylan Quinn are in a relationship..."

"Are you truly pregnant with Mr. Sinclair’s child, and are you planning to marry into a wealthy family?"

Seeing Quinn Lockwood, the reporters rushed to raise their microphones, vying to question her.

"Shh, everyone, please quiet down." Quinn Lockwood made a pause gesture. Her serious expression had a slight air of authority.

As she saw no one else speaking, she slowly smiled, then said, "I called this press conference to clarify these questions. Please rest assured, I will provide a perfect explanation."

Freya Caldwell felt that Quinn Lockwood was making a last-ditch effort, laughing disdainfully at the woman on stage.

"Clap, clap!" Quinn Lockwood clapped her hands, and then an audio file began loading on the big screen. With a snap of her fingers, the entire press conference hall echoed with the recording about Freya Caldwell manipulating everything from behind.

Freya Caldwell staggered back a step, just hitting a reporter’s camera. On stage, Quinn Lockwood watched her incredulous expression, curling her lips unconsciously.

"Miss Caldwell! Miss Caldwell, can you explain the truth of the matter?" A reporter recognized Freya Caldwell.

"Miss Caldwell, is it true that, as the recording says, you orchestrated these events?" More and more reporters started questioning Freya Caldwell.

"It’s fake, it’s fake, the recording is fake. Don’t listen to her nonsense." Freya Caldwell appeared panicked, looking at Quinn Lockwood’s calm face on stage. She grabbed a reporter’s microphone and started walking toward the stage.

"Savannah Lowell, you’re really something, framing me with a synthesized recording. I was worried about you and came to check on your press conference!" With the light shining on Freya Caldwell’s face, her expression appeared somewhat grim.

Quinn Lockwood only smiled at her calmly, but before she could speak, Freya Caldwell interrupted her.

"I know you’re upset because Elias has feelings for me, but you didn’t need to lay such a big trap to frame me..." The more she spoke, the more choked up she became.

Quinn Lockwood laughed openly and applauded forcefully at Freya Caldwell.

She had long anticipated Freya Caldwell would say such things, but it didn’t matter; she had prepared a big gift...

Then she took the microphone and addressed the reporters below, saying, "Next, I’ll show everyone the truth of the events, and we’ll see... who is framing whom."

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of photos appeared on the big screen.

It showed a woman wearing a hat and mask. Though her face was tightly covered, the mole on her wrist and the blue tourmaline necklace she wore made it clear that it was Freya Caldwell. That necklace had just been purchased at a high price at an auction not long ago and had even made the gossip magazines.

The woman in the photos appeared to be following someone. Upon zooming in, it was clear that the person being followed was Quinn Lockwood.

In front of a café, outside a hospital, and at the company’s entrance, Freya Caldwell’s disguised figure appeared everywhere, not far from a progressing Quinn Lockwood.

With a clang, the microphone in Freya Caldwell’s hand fell to the ground. She stared wide-eyed, taking a deep breath as if trying to conceal something.