Chapter 266: Chapter 266
Stealing a glance at Elias Sinclair, Quinn Lockwood observed him carefully for the first time as he listened intently to the nurse’s instructions.
She remembered that when Elias Sinclair was injured before, he barely paid attention to what the doctor and nurse were saying, and it was always Quinn Lockwood who ran to the doctor’s office to ask again.
"I understand." Elias Sinclair’s eyes were as dark as night, and he responded to the nurse with a cold voice, before stepping over to Quinn Lockwood’s side.
Looking at the man’s serious and worried face, Quinn Lockwood’s heart seemed to start churning with emotions.
Elias Sinclair sat down by Quinn Lockwood’s bedside, gently lifting the blanket covering her legs, startling her into a slight involuntary movement.
"Ow, it hurts." Unable to hold back a gasp, Quinn Lockwood raised her eyes to look at Elias Sinclair.
"If you know it hurts, be more careful next time." The man glanced at Quinn Lockwood’s leg wrapped in plaster and bandages, his brows furrowing tightly, before gently putting the blanket back down.
"What if I told you, I didn’t fall on my own, but someone pushed me from behind, would you believe me?"
"No, someone tripped me first, then immediately pushed me. I had my eyes closed at the time, so I couldn’t see who it was." Quinn Lockwood said with somber eyes, gripping the corner of the blanket tightly with one hand.
She had been thinking back to when she was in the treatment room.
And while she was dancing with her eyes closed, it’s known that when a person closes their eyes, their other senses become heightened.
The foreign object beneath her feet and the force at her back could not have been mistaken.
"I’ll call Cameron to come and stay with you, and I’ll be back soon." Upon hearing this, Elias Sinclair’s handsome face instantly turned icy, his eyes filled with harsh, icy coldness.
Before Quinn Lockwood could say anything, the man abruptly stood up, took out his phone, and strode out.
Quinn Lockwood pressed her lips together, looking toward the door, knowing that Elias Sinclair must be going to the set to investigate this matter.
With a deep sigh, Quinn Lockwood lamented that she couldn’t go with him.
"Have everyone gather in the lobby."
In the studio, a man in a suit with a calm face walked in, followed by a line of bodyguards dressed in black uniforms.
The people in the studio had never seen such a formation before. Even those at the level of award-winning actors only ever had two bodyguards at most, but this man... had a whole line.
The director and producer were stunned for quite a while, and only when they recognized the person in front of them did they tremble up from their seats.
"Mr. Sinclair, what brings you here?" The director asked, his voice trembling slightly with one hand on the back of the chair.
The security officer quietly walked over to stand beside the director, giving a gentle tug on the director’s sleeve.
Seeing the security officer’s meaningful looks, the director instantly understood.
"You don’t know why I’m here?" Elias Sinclair asked coldly, stepping leisurely to the director’s side.
Upon seeing this, the director and others quickly made way, not daring to even take a deep breath.
"Is sir here because of Savannah Lowell’s injury? How is she?"
Elias Sinclair sat in the chair, his elbow resting on the armrest, his face suddenly cold, "Not well."
"So, tell me, who pushed Savannah Lowell?"
The man’s fingertips lightly rubbed his chin, his dark eyes emanating a scarlet glow, his handsome face looking grim and icy, like Asura, the king of life and death judgment.
Tiffany Young, hiding among the crowd, trembled violently upon hearing Elias Sinclair’s query but quickly steadied herself.
In matters without evidence, Quinn Lockwood’s words alone were not enough; as long as she denied it, she would be fine.
"Sir, what do you mean by this? How is it possible that someone pushed her? Everyone saw it; during the morning shoot, she twisted her ankle while dancing, and no one pushed her."
Director Chandler was unaware that Quinn Lockwood had been pushed, so he seemed bewildered by Elias Sinclair’s questioning.
"Oh? No one admits it?" The man lowered his hand from his chin and snapped his fingers. The bodyguards immediately nodded, waiting for Elias Sinclair’s command.
"Check the surveillance and project it on the screen."
"I want to see who dares to be so bold."
The man’s voice was laced with undeniable anger, the darkness in his eyes seemed like it was about to overflow.
Upon receiving Elias Sinclair’s order, the bodyguards quickly began to act.
Tiffany Young clutched the hem of her clothes, her teeth clenched together, and involuntarily took a step back; her eyes met Elias Sinclair’s cold gaze, and she immediately lowered her head.
The man had taken note of Tiffany Young’s unnatural demeanor, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of danger passing through.
The answer seemed already clear.
The bodyguards connected the projector with the surveillance equipment, searching through the recordings by time.
Tiffany Young was utterly stupefied, realizing there was no escape for her.
She never expected there to be surveillance in the dance room.
She had calculated everything perfectly, the angle and position she tripped Quinn Lockwood from was supposedly undetectable by the cameras, yet she completely overlooked the existence of the surveillance.
"Sir, we’ve found it." The head bodyguard stepped aside, replaying the clip where Tiffany Young tripped Quinn Lockwood in slow motion.
The people in the studio were in disbelief as they watched Tiffany Young, discretely distancing themselves from her.
In just a few seconds, in the corner of the dance studio stood only a very pale-faced Tiffany Young.
"Tiffany Young, how could you be so foolish as to do such a thing?" Tiffany Young’s manager immediately stepped out to chide her. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on nοvelfire.net
She was truly furious at that moment.
This Tiffany Young, with her sweet and innocent looks and soft voice, had quite a promising future, and now she had ruined the company’s plans with this stunt.
"What do you think should be done about this matter?" Elias Sinclair’s eyes were icy, his somber face foreshadowing the violent storm to come.
"No, I didn’t trip her on purpose, I was just uncomfortable standing there and shifted my position." Tiffany Young took a deep breath, trying to appear calm as she spoke.
Upon hearing this, Elias Sinclair’s eyebrows furrowed, and he abruptly stood.
Her manager quickly walked over and slapped Tiffany Young, angrily scolding, "What position shifting, you tripped Miss Lowell. Go to the hospital and apologize to Miss Lowell."
"Lynn, I..." Tiffany Young covered her burning cheek, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her gaze swept across the people in the dance studio, feeling as if everyone was mocking and sneering at her.
Feeling incredibly wronged and ashamed, she had never been so humiliated before.
Lynn was gnashing her teeth, torn with frustration at Tiffany Young, constantly giving her meaningful glances.
At this point, Tiffany was still so prideful, not realizing her own insignificance.
"I’ll go apologize to her now." Tiffany Young sobbed twice, pursing her lips as she prepared to run out the door, but was stopped by the bodyguards at the entrance.