Chapter 119: Chapter 119
"Miss Caldwell, can you explain the matter with the photos? What were you trying to achieve by following Savannah Lowell?" A chorus of questioning voices rose from the reporters below.
Freya Caldwell steadied her trembling hand, picked up the microphone from the floor, and shot a look of deep hatred at Quinn Lockwood.
"Freya Caldwell, I advise you to manage your own affairs from now on and stop spreading rumors." Quinn Lockwood met her gaze without the slightest fear.
"Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to spill some dirt on you too!" With that, Quinn Lockwood tidied her bangs, her eyes exuding a coldness that sent a shiver down Freya Caldwell’s spine.
"What do you mean by that?" Freya Caldwell clutched the microphone tightly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
The reporters were all listening to their exchange eagerly; had security not been there, someone might have rushed onto the stage.
"Miss Caldwell, in front of so many reporters, please explain this incident." The questioning voices from below grew louder, as if Freya Caldwell wouldn’t be allowed to leave without giving an explanation.
"Seeing how Miss Caldwell is refusing to admit it, I have no choice but to present the final piece of evidence." Quinn Lockwood rubbed her forehead, looking utterly helpless.
A video then played on the big screen. Due to dim lighting, the faces of the two people weren’t clear, but Freya Caldwell’s profile could still be vaguely recognized along with a man of somewhat plump build.
"How about it, President Warren? Savannah Lowell does have some looks, doesn’t she? Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get her to the hotel. By then, everything will be up to you." The woman’s voice in the video was identical to Freya Caldwell’s.
"If this succeeds, I’ll have my dad give you the project." After speaking, ’Freya Caldwell’ placed her hand on the man’s shoulder. The man tenderly held the girl’s hand and gave a leering smile. The video ended there, sending the reporters below into a frenzy.
"You..." Freya Caldwell could barely stand, trembling as she pointed at Quinn Lockwood, her teeth gritted in anger.
"I advise you to tell the truth to everyone, or I won’t end this matter so easily," Quinn Lockwood said, lifting her chin and looking down at the disheveled woman before her.
She slowly approached Freya Caldwell, yanked her by the wrist, and handed the microphone to her, hinting with a slight smile, "Spit it out."
Frightened by her gaze, Freya Caldwell feared that Quinn Lockwood might have more explosive secrets to reveal. Her voice trembled as she admitted, "I... I framed you, I arranged for people to corner you..."
Quinn Lockwood released Freya Caldwell, picked up the microphone, and faced the gathered reporters. "Please quiet down. You all heard what Miss Caldwell just said. Now, let me clarify my relationship with Mr. Sinclair and Dylan."
The reporters listened intently to Quinn Lockwood’s statement without making a sound.
"Mr. Sinclair is my investor and business partner, while Dylan and I belong to the same agency and are acting partners." Quinn Lockwood calmly stated, "I hope everyone will focus on my work. I will strive to improve my acting skills and bring better films to all of you."
A round of applause erupted from the audience after she finished speaking.
Meanwhile, Freya Caldwell found herself headline news the next day.
After the press conference, Quinn Lockwood posed for photos with some young reporters who stayed behind, while Freya Caldwell stood in a lonely corner, lost in thought.
As the venue cleared, seeing Quinn Lockwood about to leave, Freya Caldwell approached her, her expression mixed with a hint of grievance.
"I really don’t know what’s up with these videos. Is someone trying to set the two of us up? Can you tell me who it is?" Freya Caldwell shook her arm.
"Miss Caldwell, you’re really talented at spreading rumors. Do you still need me to tell you?" Quinn Lockwood raised an eyebrow, then shook off her hand and left abruptly.
Quinn Lockwood always adhered to the principle of de-escalating situations, but that didn’t mean others could easily bully her.
Just outside the venue, she spotted Elias Sinclair’s car parked by the roadside. Finding no one inside, Quinn Lockwood looked around.
"Looking for me?" The man’s still-cold voice came from behind. Quinn Lockwood instinctively turned around, bumping into his solid, warm chest.
"The reporters nearby haven’t left yet. Do you want to hold another press conference?" Elias Sinclair’s tone was slightly teasing as he looked at the woman in his arms.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to." Quinn Lockwood quickly took two steps back, maintaining about a meter’s safe distance, and muttered quietly, "You were standing too close."
"Hmm?" The man frowned slightly at her words.
"Nothing, nothing. Why are you here?" Quinn Lockwood quickly shook her head and changed the subject.
"The press conference was great. Get in the car, I’ll drive you back to the hospital." Elias Sinclair slightly curled his lip, a rare appreciative look flashing in his eyes for Quinn Lockwood.
After sending Quinn Lockwood back to the hospital, Elias Sinclair returned to the company to handle business.
"Savannah, I did you such a huge favor. How do you plan to thank me?" On the other end of the phone, Ethan’s voice was mischievous and proud.
"How do you want me to thank you? Such a big favor can’t just be solved with a thank you!" Quinn Lockwood was troubled, unable to think of how to thank Ethan, who seemed not to lack anything.
"Hmm... just let me pitch in a little less for the wedding fund." After a moment of thought, Ethan said this, surprising Quinn Lockwood.
"Which wedding fund?"
"Naturally, your and my brother Sinclair’s wedding fund, hahaha, bye-bye!" The other side seemed to laugh heartily and hung up before Quinn Lockwood could react.
"Utterly baffling! I should pick out a gift for him later," Quinn Lockwood thought as she walked toward the hospital room, just in time to see Cameron Grant accompanying Mr. Lowell. Fınd the newest release on novelꞁire.net
"Brother!" She called to the gentle youth conversing merrily with Mr. Lowell, feeling warmth bubble up inside her.
"Savannah, you’re back. Did everything go smoothly?" Cameron Grant looked up at her, his face full of tenderness.
"It went very smoothly. By the way, did those reporters try anything when they were downstairs?" Quinn Lockwood recalled when Cameron Grant was besieged by reporters, showing a worried expression.
"Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare." Cameron Grant stood up and gently brushed her brow, laughing as he saw Quinn Lockwood’s troubled face.
"What are you laughing at, brother?" Quinn Lockwood pouted, pretending to be a bit upset.
"Silly girl, only worrying about me. I wanted to ask how you’re doing. Do you want to tell Dad and me about the press conference?" Cameron Grant’s eyes were clear and serene, filled with gentle light that was hard to look away from.