Chapter 267: Chapter 267

"That’s it?" The dignified and cold man behind her slowly paced, the hostility in his eyes growing heavier.

"You say you just tripped her?"

"Did you not see the footage from the surveillance? Or do you think you can keep testing my patience over and over?" Elias Sinclair’s deep voice seemed to be forced through clenched teeth, his patience clearly stretched to the limit.

Tiffany Young looked at the man who was terrifying like Asura, her already trembling body went soft, and she collapsed onto the ground.

"I didn’t... I didn’t, I’m sorry, sir, I shouldn’t have lied, it’s me, no... it wasn’t me." Waving her hands in panic, Tiffany stammered incoherently.

"Milo, take her away, hand her over to the prosecution." Elias Sinclair raised his finger slightly, signaling the person behind him to drag Tiffany Young out.

"Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair, please have mercy, please don’t send me there, I just lost my mind, as long as you don’t send me to the prosecution, I’m willing to do anything." Tiffany struggled twice to break free from Milo’s grip, awkwardly kneeling on the floor.

"Sir, please give Tiffany another chance, she’s only just started her career, if you send her to the prosecution, her life will be ruined." The manager sighed helplessly and hurriedly spoke up for Tiffany Young.

Elias Sinclair looked at the weeping Tiffany Young on the ground with disgust, his long, narrow eyes narrowing slightly, and said coldly, "I want you to publicly admit this and disappear from the entertainment industry."

"Otherwise I will let the prosecution thoroughly investigate this matter, maybe they’ll find conspiracies akin to murder."

He straightened his collar, glanced down at Tiffany Young, his cool voice carried an undeniable resolution.

"Yes, yes, I’ll have the company prepare a press conference to apologize to Miss Lowell right away."

"Tiffany Young, what are you still doing on the floor, hurry and thank Mr. Sinclair." Lynn kicked in Tiffany’s direction, gritting her teeth, and reminded her.

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair." Lowering her head and speaking feebly, Tiffany Young’s face turned as red as a beet, unsure whether from shame or intense anger.

Knowing Elias Sinclair left, Tiffany Young was helped up from the floor by Lynn and others.

"Tiffany, why would you harm her for no reason? Don’t you know about her methods?"

"Look at the men around her, each one is powerful and influential." Lynn pulled Tiffany Young out of the crew, scolding her angrily.

Tiffany Young was also seething with hatred for Quinn Lockwood, she shook off Lynn’s hand and vented all her inner anger.

"Why can she, Quinn, easily get promoted to the second female lead on just her looks!"

"Lynn, you have no idea how shameless she is, claiming she doesn’t like Cameron Grant, yet she still flirts with him intentionally, making me feel like an idiot trying to butter up to her."

Her teeth clattered violently, and Tiffany Young’s face twisted completely.

Lynn rubbed her throbbing temples, then looked up and seriously at Tiffany Young, speaking somewhat meaningfully: "She has the skills, we just have to swallow our pride."

"If you still want a chance to make a comeback, you better admit everything honestly and earnestly at the afternoon press conference."

"As for the future, the company will arrange it."

Hearing Lynn’s words, Tiffany Young was slightly stunned at first, then nodded, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips.

Cameron Grant rushed to the hospital to look after Quinn Lockwood as soon as he got Elias Sinclair’s call, but had to rush back because of an unexpected urgent project issue at the company.

Elias Sinclair signed a few documents at the company, then quickly returned to the hospital.

Quinn Lockwood was lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone, unable to move freely was simply torture for her.

"You’re back." Hearing noise at the door, Quinn looked up to see Elias Sinclair walking in with a boxed meal from Succulent Restaurant.

"Yes, where’s Cameron?" The man noticed only Quinn Lockwood in the ward, slightly knitted his brows.

"Brother had an urgent project issue to handle, he just went back a short while ago." Quinn lay back on her pillow, her eyes fixated on the takeout in Elias Sinclair’s hand.

Elias followed Quinn’s gaze to the takeout in his hand, a subtle smile appeared in his eyes.

He placed the meal on the bedside table and began opening the food containers.

"Don’t rush, you’ll eat soon, just wait for a moment." The man curved his lips gently, then picked up the towel hanging at the foot of the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

Could it be that this dignified boss is going to wash up and dine with her?

Swallowing her disbelief, Quinn Lockwood’s phone dinged twice.

Is it a news notification?

Quinn picked up her phone, only to see the headline: "Tiffany Young Confesses to Attempting to Harm Popular Actress Savannah Lowell Out of Jealousy."

Her heart skipped a beat, she quickly clicked into the news.

In the video, Tiffany Young tearfully confessed to the media and cameras that she forcefully pushed Quinn Lockwood, who was filming a dance sequence.

Resulting in severe soft tissue injury to her joints, forcing her to withdraw from the drama "Memories of the Flowing Years."

The comment section was filled with curses, with many netizens calling for the boycott of Tiffany Young from the entertainment industry.

Some even dug out Tiffany Young’s address, vowing to teach this no-name B-lister a lesson. Read complete versıon only at novel-fire.ɴet

Quinn Lockwood watched the apology video, her eyes involuntarily misting over.

This time she wasn’t wronged in vain; someone spoke up for her and ensured the culprit received a just punishment.

She knew who that person was.

"What are you looking at?" The man’s clear voice, cool as spring water, came from the bathroom.

Quinn Lockwood tightened her grip on her phone slightly, her teeth lightly biting her lip, and she softly uttered two words: "Thank you."

Elias Sinclair sat beside her bed with a damp towel in hand, frowning subtly as he saw what was playing on her phone.

"For what?" A flash of anger crossed his narrow eyes, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

Quinn Lockwood noticed his displeasure, thinking her gratitude was too simple, and quickly spoke again: "I’m really touched, you’ve helped me so much, I... besides thank you, I don’t know how to express my gratitude better."

Her hands nervously fumbled with the edge of the blanket, her eyes slightly lowered, her long and thick lashes fluttering gently, her voice tender, making it hard to blame her.