Chapter 185: Chapter 185

Quinn Lockwood made a call to Cameron Grant, asking if he could help introduce some heads of telecommunications media companies so she could quickly remove the trending topics or control the spread of public opinion.

As soon as Cameron Grant received the call, he immediately went out to find Quinn Lockwood.

He parked the car downstairs from the agency and upon getting out, saw a bunch of reporters still gathered at the entrance. Cameron frowned slightly and lowered his head, walking straight through the crowd and into the building.

"Hey, hey." The reporters saw someone going in and thought Cameron might be a high-ranking official from the agency. They swarmed forward, trying to squeeze in, but were stopped by security.

The agency’s management was discussing which artist under their label to invest in next. Cameron found Quinn in the studio and directly took her to the meeting room.

"Who is in charge around here?" Unlike his usual gentle demeanor, Cameron stood at the forefront of the meeting room, one hand planted firmly on the table, scanning the people around with a cold expression, exuding an intimidating aura.

The upper management of the agency found Cameron very familiar, but couldn’t quite remember who he was. Seeing the bespoke high-end suit he wore and the million-dollar commemorative watch on his wrist, they knew this man wasn’t ordinary.

"Excuse me... who might you be?" One of the executives stood up and politely asked.

Cameron looked at him coolly, not answering his question first, but instead placing a document on the table: "This is the investment contract I intended to make with your company..."

After gauging everyone’s reactions, Cameron continued, "Originally, this was for Savannah Lowell, but now it seems unnecessary, considering your company seems to have no intention of resolving her crisis?"

His voice was as calm as water, devoid of warmth, his gentle almond-shaped eyes now glistening with a thin layer of ice.

At the mention of an investment, the executives’ eyes brightened immediately. Regardless of whether it was for Savannah or someone else, money was what mattered.

"Sir, we didn’t mean that at all; it’s just that Savannah Lowell’s issue involves too many facets, and we really don’t know where to start."

"But don’t worry, we will do our utmost to find a solution. As for the investment... could you please reconsider?"

Cameron’s clear eyes darkened suddenly as he retrieved the contract from the table, speaking with stern coldness, "Consider it when Savannah’s issue is resolved."

His handsome, fair face was tightly drawn, and without further word to the executives, Cameron led Quinn away.

Many employees had seen them heading to the meeting room, and now quite a few were secretly peeking in from the doorway.

"Don’t worry, Savannah, I’ll handle this," Cameron was no longer the stern and cold figure; he gently ruffled Quinn’s hair.

"Haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Let’s go get something to eat."

Quinn pouted and looked at him, then nodded enthusiastically.

Though many troubling issues awaited her, she had to fill her stomach first to have the energy to tackle those problems.

The staff watched them leave and soon gathered to discuss among themselves.

"Wow, that handsome guy came again, looks like an investor," Ivy tugged on Grace’s sleeve, her face full of admiration.

Grace nodded in agreement, "Absolutely, look how he scared the heck out of those old guys, they didn’t dare say a word."

"So young, handsome, and rich, why would he be interested in someone like Savannah Lowell, who’s not exactly clean?" one of them, C, remarked enviously with a pout.

Just then, Anna passed by, and the group quickly dropped their heads, pretending to be busy with their tasks.

Cameron took Quinn to a cozy tea restaurant, ordered a selection of exquisite dishes and dim sum. He intentionally brought up other topics to distract her from the public opinion issue, ensuring she had an appetite to eat.

When he saw Quinn was full, Cameron ordered her a freshly brewed white coffee, then began discussing how to deal with the matter.

"Savannah, do you think it would help to reveal your identity?" Cameron contemplated for a moment, looking at Quinn with a slightly serious expression.

Quinn was momentarily surprised but shook her head in refusal; she didn’t want to be too high-profile on one hand, and on the other, she wanted to rise to the top of the entertainment industry by her own effort, not leveraging her identity.

Cameron lightly leaned back in his chair, softly pressing his lips together, "If you reveal your identity, people will know you don’t stoop to those... unsavory methods to gain resources."

"And I could protect you better."

"Brother, I don’t want... I don’t want to secure stable resources and status without any effort," Quinn lifted her head slightly, her eyes seriously meeting Cameron’s; she knew he was looking out for her well-being.

Cameron was slightly taken aback, seeing Quinn’s determined and earnest expression, he gently placed his hand over hers, "Whatever decision you make, Savannah, I’ll support you."

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Meanwhile, in a black car opposite the tea house, someone was capturing the scene with a camera.

Quinn was deeply moved by Cameron’s support, had just taken a sip of her coffee when a call came in.

"Savannah, don’t be upset, I heard about what happened. I know you must have been set up. Rest assured, I’ll inform you the moment I find any clues." Listening to Jonah Hansen’s insincere concern, Quinn felt utterly disgusted, and after some perfunctory words, she hung up.

However... this matter didn’t seem as straightforward as it appeared on the surface. From the script to the director, to the meal being photographed—it all seemed like a carefully orchestrated plan.

Who could it be? Sylvia Lawson?

But with her level of intelligence, how could she orchestrate something this logical—could there be someone advising her behind the scenes?

A name flashed across her mind, and Quinn’s eyes lowered, her expression suddenly turning cold and stern.

"Someone must be deliberately causing trouble from the shadows. Let’s start by investigating Director Chandler."

Even for revenge, she had to solve this matter as quickly as possible; whether or not the person pulling the strings was Ariana Lynch, Quinn Lockwood would never back down in fear.

Besides, she wasn’t afraid of death, so why fear these monsters and goblins?