Chapter 244: Chapter 244

Quinn Lockwood stood on stage with a microphone, smiling gracefully and warmly at hundreds of reporters.

The venue was not illuminated by flashlights; only streams of the morning sun shone through the windows.

"Please, everyone, be quiet." Quinn’s softly made-up face was exquisite and harmonious, her clear and crisp voice echoed through the venue, and the audience immediately fell into an unusual silence.

"First of all, thank you all for your attention and care. Next, I will provide a detailed explanation and response regarding yesterday’s incident."

"As everyone knows, the Sinclair Group and my agency have always maintained a cooperative relationship, so the scripts that I work on are all invested in by the Sinclair Group."

"As such, it is natural for me to frequently meet and communicate with Mr. Elias Sinclair, the manager of the Sinclair Group."

Scanning the faces of the reporters below, Quinn’s gaze was firm and calm, making those who had prepared a slew of questions find themselves at a loss for words.

"However, our companions often see you in Mr. Sinclair’s car and engaging in some ambiguous physical gestures," a maturely dressed female reporter inquired while holding a camera.

"And why did you return home with Mr. Sinclair late last night and not leave until the morning? Are you living together?"

"Are you kept by him, or are you pregnant and planning to marry Mr. Sinclair because of the baby?"

With someone leading the way, other reporters were eager to question as well, and some even squeezed to the front with force, and if not for the security watching, they might have rushed onto the stage.

"You’re all journalists; aren’t taking ambiguous photos your specialty? Just change the angle a bit, and you can construct different scenarios. I don’t need to say more about this, do I?" Quinn continued to smile graciously, but her words were powerful and left no room for rebuttal.

The reporter was rendered speechless by Quinn’s retort and was unable to think of a response for a long time.

After giving the reporter a faint smile, Quinn continued, "I went to the Sinclair Residence yesterday because of a script that underwent a last-minute change, requiring a lot of adjustments in details and shooting arrangements."

"I left the set around ten o’clock yesterday evening, and because we had to continue filming early the next morning, Mr. Sinclair and I decided to rush out the new plot and shooting plan overnight."

However, many reporters still did not believe the explanation. Just as they were about to continue questioning Quinn, a clear female voice came from outside the hall entrance.

"I can testify." Nina Sinclair walked up to the center of the stage in black lambskin lace-up sandals.

The girl wore a Chanel haute couture suit, and her neck was adorned with a valuable multicolored diamond necklace, all of which highlighted her extraordinary noble status.

Reporters looked at Nina with suspicion, feeling she was extremely familiar yet unable to recall who she was.

Stepping to the center of the stage, Nina embraced Quinn as if they were old friends, and an assistant immediately handed her a microphone.

"Hello, everyone, I am Nina Sinclair, Miss Sinclair of the Sinclair Family."

Upon hearing this, the reporters were momentarily taken aback before starting to discuss among themselves.

"So she’s Miss Sinclair. I was wondering why she looked so familiar—it’s Miss Sinclair!"

"Indeed, she does share a six or seven percent resemblance to Mr. Sinclair!"

Listening to the reporters’ discussions, Nina slightly lowered her eyes, raising her chin to look at the reporters below; her stern and indifferent demeanor reminded Quinn of Elias Sinclair.

"Last night, I asked Savannah to stay at my home overnight. I have known her since I was learning about the company affairs with my brother, and we have always gotten along well."

"I really like Savannah and often talk about her with my brother, so he takes extra care of her because of me."

Upon hearing Nina’s words, the entire room of reporters erupted in astonishment.

It turns out that Savannah Lowell and Miss Sinclair have been good friends, so naturally, her relationship with Mr. Sinclair would be closer than typical business partners.

Spending the night at the Sinclair Residence, what does it matter? She was just staying at Miss Sinclair’s request! Follow current novels on NoveIꜰire.net

"What a pity, what a pity." Some reporters could only shake their heads and sigh, having expected to obtain some sensational news, only to find such a conclusion instead.

After further interviewing Quinn about the script and future development directions, the reporters gradually left the venue.

Not long after the press conference ended, Quinn and Nina planned to go out for a meal together when Quinn received a phone call from Elias Sinclair halfway through.

"I’ve found out; the news was released by a reporter named Wade Lynch," the man spoke in a slightly cold tone.

"Wade Lynch?" Quinn exclaimed in surprise, quickly regaining her composure.

"I understand. I’ll handle this personally." Knowing that Wade Lynch was the one who released the information, Quinn’s brows furrowed tightly, and her expression turned rather cold and grim.

Never would she have thought it was him who leaked it.

Hadn’t they already reached an agreement before?

Fury flashed in her clear eyes, and Quinn decided immediately to confront Wade Lynch about the issue.

Since Quinn had matters to attend to, Nina went back home by herself first.

At this point, Quinn had already arrived at the Morning Star Press, where Wade Lynch worked.

"Oh, you’re here? Have a seat, anywhere you like." Wade Lynch leaned back in his office chair, wearing headphones and listening to music. Seeing Quinn enter, he merely took off his headphones and raised his eyelids slightly, as if knowing she would come all along.

Seeing his demeanor, Quinn couldn’t help but become more serious.

It really was him after all!

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of sternness, and Quinn sat down in a guest chair opposite the desk.

Clearly, he was waiting for her to come find him.

"I won’t beat around the bush; the news about me spending the night at the Sinclair Residence, you were the one who published it, right?"

"Didn’t we reach an agreement before? I gave you the reason, and you promised to keep it confidential."

"Why would you do this?"

Listening to Quinn’s sharp questioning, Wade Lynch slightly raised his eyes, looking at her with a seemingly meaningful expression.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips, and Wade Lynch propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands, as he said to Quinn, "Why else would it be? I was short of money."

"Besides, I’m really curious about the true nature of your relationship with Mr. Sinclair." Wade presented a seemingly affable smile to Quinn.

His pupils were light in color, resembling amber, yet they were so deep that the bottom couldn’t be seen.

"Five hundred thousand as your hush money, is that enough?" Quinn sat up straight, looking at Wade Lynch with serious displeasure.