CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: MY HAND HURTS SO MUCH

James Grant was about to scold, when Evelyn Clayton suddenly grabbed one of the microphones.

"From beginning to end, it’s you media and Cindy Owens who are talking about involvement. We believed that the innocent would prove their innocence and didn’t explain. But this time it’s blown up so big, I want to ask Cindy Owens, can you provide evidence? Did we ever threaten you? Who is guiding public opinion? The truth will soon come to light."

Before getting out of the car, Evelyn Clayton really didn’t plan to respond to this matter.

She conducts herself with integrity and of course saw no need to explain.

But now she realized, even if she says nothing, those who want to throw dirt on her will become even more enthusiastic.

The media seemed surprised by Evelyn Clayton’s tough stance, and for a while, there was silence, unsure of how to question.

Taking advantage of this gap, Evelyn Clayton was pulled away by James Grant.

The media were stopped by Quentin Hale and others, and they smoothly drove away.

"Sorry, I will give you an explanation for this matter." James Grant rubbed his slightly sore brow.

"Explanation?" Evelyn Clayton’s eyes flashed with mockery, "Eldest Young Master Grant wants to smooth things over like last time?"

Upon hearing this, James Grant frowned, "What do you want to do?"

"It’s none of your business."

Evelyn Clayton bypassed him and walked straight out, only to be stopped by James Grant grabbing her wrist.

"Let go! I am going to the hospital to ask your little lover clearly." Evelyn Clayton said sharply. She couldn’t stand being falsely accused more than anything else.

"When will you curb your impulsive nature?"

Evelyn Clayton sneered, "I won’t take undeserved grievances. Cindy Owens threw dirt on me for no reason, so it must be cleaned up bit by bit."

Seeing her so stubborn, James Grant had no choice but to take her to the hospital.

Quentin Hale had already sent over the hospital address where Cindy Owens was located, and when they arrived at the front door of the hospital, they found reporters flooding the entrance.

So they drove to the back door of the hospital, entered from there, and found the emergency department.

The emergency department had become a makeshift lounge, with only one of the ten hospital beds occupied.

Cindy Owens was on the hospital bed scrolling through her phone, watching the news about herself being broadcast across major platforms, feeling quite pleased.

"Miss, you’re happy now, but I worry Director Grant might be displeased!" Brother Ball was anxious enough to lose two hairs, "If Director Grant is displeased and withdraws your resources, you’ll be left in a bad spot!"

Cindy Owens was indifferent, "Now is the peak moment, how would James Grant make a move on me? If there is any change in my resources, the public would first suspect James Grant did it, but he’s not stupid."

Cindy Owens took eighteen high-definition photos of her wound with her phone, comparing each and preparing to select the one that looks the most pitiable to post on Weibo.

"You really are..."

Brother Ball was extremely helpless; Cindy Owens was the most disobedient artist he had ever managed.

But she had stuck with him from early on, and after so many years of connection, he couldn’t bring himself to hand her over to someone else.

"Let me pour you some hot water, be careful, you’re a female celebrity, avoid creating neck wrinkles."

Brother Ball had just opened the door and saw Evelyn Clayton and James Grant.

Although Brother Ball was just a manager, he knew that James Grant’s words held significant weight in the industry and nowadays James Grant listened mostly to Evelyn Clayton.

"Director Grant, let’s talk outside."

"No need. Let’s talk here."

Evelyn Clayton pushed past Brother Ball to go inside, and Cindy Owens immediately stuffed her phone under the blanket.

"I’m a patient now, I need rest, please leave... James Grant, you also came."

Upon seeing James Grant, Cindy Owens immediately spoke nasally, "My hand hurts, can you take a look at it?"