CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 379: LITTLE UNCLE?

"And Savannah Lowell stayed overnight at Director Holloway’s house several times all by herself, the video is in this USB drive." Anna walked to the front stage, looking smugly at the reporters behind her, raising the USB drive in her hand.

Her venomous face was laced with a cold smile, her eyes full of indescribable complexity.

Just wait and watch the show soon.

Savannah, this time you’re done for.

A nearby reporter took the USB drive and inserted it into the computer, projecting it onto the big screen.

The scene was unusually quiet, everyone’s eyes were focused on the screen, looking serious and attentive.

The video begins with a pitch-black, dim road, as the filmmaker moves, the light source gradually converges, and a detached villa building appears, a man carrying a briefcase and wearing framed glasses walks in.

Not long after, a woman dressed in casual sports wear and a pink baseball cap walks in, judging from the figure, it is Quinn Lockwood.

This is a video lasting several hours, because the subsequent footage is just the filmmaker waiting at the door for Quinn Lockwood to come out, without any specific content, Anna pulled the progress bar forward.

"The video was shot at eleven o’clock at night, yet two or three hours have passed and Savannah Lowell has not come out."

"I don’t need to say more, everyone should know what’s going on, right?" Anna dragged the progress bar to the end little by little, and indeed no one comes out.

Quinn Lockwood watched the video on the big screen with fascination, her glazed eyes flickering slightly with light.

The reporters looked at the video, occasionally gauging Quinn Lockwood’s expression.

Seeing her standing there calmly watching the video, they couldn’t help but feel very puzzled.

Such a big scandal being exposed with evidence, yet why does she remain unaffected?

Elias Sinclair walked out of the work area at this moment, sitting calmly in a chair at the side front of the stage.

His gaze fell on Quinn Lockwood in a white dress, a hint of astonishment flashed in his deep eyes, becoming brighter.

"This is basically nothing; previous incidents of Savannah Lowell causing a fuss on set and refusing to film weren’t exposed, and also bullying newcomers, lip-syncing, using doubles for fight scenes, these things were suppressed by the company."

"She almost had late-night play readings with every director she collaborated with, even the male artists she worked with, like Dylan Quinn, Mikael, Chester Thornton, frequently rehearsing in hotels or homes late into the night."

Anna’s face showed increasing darkness, seeming more and more enjoyable the more she spoke.

Anyway, everyone knows she was Quinn Lockwood’s assistant, so anything that came out of her mouth, whether true or false, these reporters would believe and exaggerate in their reports.

Quinn Lockwood’s face turned cold upon hearing Anna start fabricating lies, her eyes dangerously narrowed.

Just as she was about to interrupt Anna, she heard the sharp venomous voice again: "To win over Mr. Sinclair, she even used the lowly means of drugging."

"Don’t be fooled by how deeply in love she looks with Mr. Sinclair on the surface; in reality, Mr. Sinclair is likely long fed up with her, and the marriage might have been forced upon him by Quinn Lockwood’s trap!"

Anna’s eyebrows and eyes were already tangled together, appearing as though defending Elias Sinclair.

In fact, Anna knew almost everything about Savannah Lowell’s previous matters.

Back then, it was kept secret because of Elias Sinclair’s status and Savannah Lowell being an artist under her management, but now they are enemies, there is no need for Anna to continue hiding it from the media.

She was not afraid anymore, this matter was just a chip to topple Quinn Lockwood, another straw breaking the camel’s back.

Upon hearing Anna mention this, Quinn Lockwood’s face suddenly changed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Isn’t this about what happened shortly after her rebirth?

Although the drug was administered by Savannah Lowell, Quinn Lockwood still felt uncomfortable and awkward.

No matter whose body it is, a girl being mentioned for drugging a man is indeed quite shameful.

Thinking Quinn Lockwood didn’t speak or stand up to defend herself, Anna thought she was scared because of guilt.

"I say Savannah Lowell, you dared do such despicable things, aren’t you ashamed? Your skin is too thick!"

"Your character is downright rotten, I really don’t know what means you used to walk through The Sinclair Family’s doors, I heard the old master of The Sinclair Family is a very stern and wise person."

Anna lifted her head to look at Quinn Lockwood, her eyes were full of disgust, and her tone was extremely disdainful.

Though Quinn Lockwood felt uncomfortable, thinking about the matter also felt ashamed, she still watched Anna with an unfazed expression.

After all, besides the drugging incident being true, the truth of other matters is not as Anna claims.

Even if evidence was presented, Anna would still be wrong.

"Let us invite Director Holloway to explain what we actually did those nights." Quinn Lockwood picked up the microphone, smiling elegantly and gracefully, as if those things Anna said hadn’t happened to her at all.

As soon as the words fell, a man in a dark gray suit, of medium build, with a calm temper, walked onto the stage, smiling at Quinn Lockwood.

The reporters were slightly taken aback, scrutinizing the man’s appearance closely, it was the person from the video.

"Uncle, please come to the center." Quinn Lockwood gently opened her mouth, quickly walking to the side to greet the man, smiling as she handed him the microphone.

"Uncle?" The audience was bewildered, the plot reversal happened so quickly, the reporters couldn’t react at once.

Anna’s face instantly turned white, simply couldn’t believe her ears, like a bolt from the blue, her head buzzing as if it would explode.

Director Holloway walked onto the platform with a kind face, nodding gently to agree, gently patting Quinn Lockwood’s shoulder with affection.

"You really are something, I said long ago to hold a press conference, but you insisted on not wanting to bother me, yet you still made me come all the way!" Director Holloway slightly scolded, somewhat playfully complaining to Quinn Lockwood.

Elias Sinclair watched the events unfold on stage, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his picturesque brows gradually relaxing.

Upon hearing Director Holloway’s complaint, Quinn Lockwood bashfully rubbed her hair, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"Alright, little uncle, don’t blame me, hurry and help explain to them." Quinn Lockwood’s voice softened, becoming like a junior pleading for protection from elders, her eyes hopeful as she looked at her uncle.

Because she couldn’t reveal her identity initially, she hadn’t informed Anna about her network of friends and contacts.