The man’s long fingers gently tapped on the keyboard, his eyebrows revealing a hint of pleasure.
"Madam, apart from today, I want to make you breakfast every day, don’t worry about any difficulties, I will protect you. @Savannah Lowell"
Elias Sinclair posted this sentence and included a photo of Quinn Lockwood eating.
He also stated that lawyers and legal documents were prepared and would take legal action against all those spreading rumors.
Once this statement was released, X exploded again, and the system almost crashed.
Mr. Sinclair’s statement became a hot topic with millions of hits and views in minutes.
"Wow, did Mr. Sinclair personally make the pancakes? He’s so doting on his wife!"
"So jealous of Savannah Lowell, Mr. Sinclair is so handsome and considerate, love him so much!"
"Rumor spreaders, please stop, don’t call the grapes sour just because you can’t have them."
A lot of fans of the Savannah and Elias couple and fans of Elias’s looks started trying to reverse the public opinion.
They believed that since Mr. Sinclair was speaking out, it proved that Quinn Lockwood was really framed.
After all, how could a proud and noble man like Mr. Sinclair tolerate his woman cheating?
Elias Sinclair had spent almost half the day in the study, made a few calls, logged into several IP addresses, and identified one of the rumor spreaders, Anna.
"Anna? It was her who sold this story!" Quinn Lockwood sat beside Elias, looking at the photos on the computer of her and some director in a ’indistinct’ situation at a hotel late at night, her face turned dark with anger.
Elias, with a detached expression, looked at the photos, his eyes deep and inscrutable, saying coldly: "Yes, according to inside sources, on the day she left, she went back to the office to get a USB drive, which had all your schedules and information stored."
Quinn’s clear eyes carried a hint of menace as she squinted, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair: "This Anna has truly shown her true colors, she does hate me enough to risk being blacklisted by the industry, breaking the manager code."
Quinn didn’t understand how she had offended Anna so much. Even if it was because Savannah was previously somewhat harsh with her, it shouldn’t warrant such a severe retaliation.
Savannah, although arrogant in attitude, was generous with Anna in terms of salary and benefits.
Handing out bonuses of ten or twenty thousand like it was nothing, how many artists can do that?
And ever since Quinn took over the role, she treated Anna even better, loosened the bonuses and benefits, even reduced her workload.
"Damn it, all my heartfelt efforts have gone to the dogs." Quinn clenched her fists, her expression covered with a layer of shallow frost.
Elias turned his head to look at Quinn, his handsome face cold and deep, his gaze sharp and decisive, suddenly exuding an intimidating aura.
"Since we know it’s her, we can start dealing with it now."
"Straightforward or step-by-step guidance, which method do you want to use to resolve this?" The man gently rubbed his fingers on the table, his eyes darker than the night.
He only needed to find out the mastermind behind it, the specific punishment measures he would leave for Quinn to decide.
A dangerous smile curled up the corners of Quinn’s mouth, her eyes cold as she said slowly with a faint smile: "I still prefer to expose it publicly."
"Since she wants so many people to watch my joke, I’ll treat her the same way she treated me."
A glimmer of praise flashed in Elias’s clear eyes, nodding in agreement, seemingly very satisfied with what Quinn said.
This is the woman of Elias Sinclair, not blindly gentle and kind, yet decisive when needed.
"What method do you want to use?" Elias raised an eyebrow at Quinn.
He wanted to know if her plan aligned with his own.
Quinn lowered her eyes slightly as if pondering, her gaze like a deep ancient well with no end in sight.
She slowly smirked, carrying a barely noticeable charm, her red lips slightly parted: "Naturally, hold a large press conference, let all major newspapers and media report and circulate this matter."
"Isn’t she saying I have an unclear relationship with Director Holloway? Then I’ll introduce her to Director Holloway properly."
As Quinn finished speaking, she suddenly clutched her stomach, her expression swiftly changing.
"It hurts." Quinn bent over, feeling as if her stomach was cramping, her face and lips turning terrifyingly pale.
Elias hurriedly supported Quinn, but because she suddenly shifted direction, he couldn’t catch her.
"Ugh!" Quinn curled up on the ground, cold sweat covering her forehead, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Savannah, where does it hurt? Come, lie down first." Elias’s brows furrowed deeply, as if very anxious, kneeling on one knee, quickly holding Quinn in his arms.
Quinn pressed hard against her stomach with one hand, her other injured arm clenched into a fist, trying to distract herself from the spasming pain.
"Stomach, it seems like a spasm, it hurts so much." Quinn’s small face was twisted in discomfort, taking several sharp breaths in a row.
Elias picked Quinn up and placed her on the sofa, striding swiftly towards the door while saying, "I’ll go get some medicine, I’ll be right back, don’t be afraid."
Quinn didn’t even have the strength to nod, she leaned halfway on the sofa, gritting her teeth, her eyes slightly downcast.
Not long after Elias went out, Quinn heard the phone vibrating beside her, she trembled as she stretched to reach the phone, swiping to answer it.
At this moment, whoever’s calling must have something important to say.
"Hello?" Quinn’s voice trembled slightly, using all her strength to get the words out.
At the same time, a sweet and respectful female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sir, are you busy?"
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She paused, realizing something seemed off, quickly took a look at the phone.
It turned out to be Elias’s phone.
And the woman on the other end of the line, upon hearing Quinn’s voice, her expression abruptly darkened.
It was actually that bitch Quinn Lockwood, how could she be answering Mr. Sinclair’s call!
"Savannah Lowell, I have important work issues to report to Mr. Sinclair, it can’t be delayed, give the phone back to him quickly." Joyce Kramer spoke with obvious malice, having a tone that suggested Quinn was delaying their work.