CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: I NEED YOUR HELP

Cameron Grant noticed a significant change in Quinn Lockwood. To repay Mr. and Mrs. Lowell for their kindness, he began to slowly learn how to care for the sister who had initially made a poor impression on him.

Some people, some things, always quietly change everyone’s perceptions.

Cameron recalled the scene of Quinn accompanying her parents at home—their understanding, filial piety, and efforts to be a child acknowledged by their parents—all of this left a deep mark on Cameron’s heart.

In his view, although the scene wasn’t exactly warm, it was extremely harmonious.

Recently, Quinn Lockwood’s behavior gradually erased the impression Cameron had of an overbearing, somewhat unscrupulous sister.

Or rather, having such a sister gave Cameron complex feelings. Cameron was slowly getting used to being an older brother, specifically to Quinn Lockwood.

Seeing Quinn’s name trending, Cameron frowned. Wasn’t there too much news about her lately?

The comments below only added to his frustration, so he stopped reading them, as most were harsh words.

Opening his contacts, Cameron called Quinn Lockwood.

"Brother, what made you think to call me!" Quinn’s cheerful greeting echoed in Cameron’s ears, and he couldn’t help but smile warmly.

Despite everything, she could still be so carefree; Savannah Lowell truly lived up to her name.

"What are you planning to do about the recent trending topics? Do you need my help to settle it down?"

Cameron said slowly. Previously, he had heard something on Quinn’s side; he knew her agency wouldn’t help her.

"I want to hold a press conference. It’s the only option now. Brother, can you help me?"

Quinn pouted, acting coy. The moment she answered the call, she knew Cameron was calling about this, so she deliberately changed her tone.

She couldn’t rely on the company now, and Elias Sinclair wasn’t likely to help her either. She had to depend on Cameron for his support.

Yet, Cameron’s straightforward offer of help touched her deeply, moved by Savannah Lowell.

Among all the insults, perhaps only Cameron still cared about this sister.

Cameron paused, momentarily overwhelmed by Quinn’s sudden change.

After a while, he responded, "Okay, I’ll help you."

His sister considering her family at this time somewhat comforted him.

"By the way, when you have time, spend more time with your parents."

Near the end of the conversation, Cameron didn’t forget to remind her, indicating that he was slowly embodying the role of the brother.

"Got it."

Perhaps still recovering from her earlier coyness, Quinn replied in the same tone, making both of them laugh.

After hanging up, Cameron immediately called in the media, selected a location, and took care of the matter that Quinn had entrusted to him.

In the crew, while getting her makeup done, Quinn saw the message from Cameron, "Press conference at nine tomorrow morning," and couldn’t help but smile with delight.

Her manager, Anna, noticed Quinn’s unusual behavior and approached. She inadvertently caught a glimpse of the message from Cameron to Quinn, and her anger flared.

"Savannah, what are you doing? Are you holding a press conference? Do you know the consequences of this, how much loss it will cause you and the company?"

Anna shouted at Quinn, her loud voice drawing curious glances from the surrounding actors.

It concerned the company’s interests, and on top of that, Quinn intended to clarify at the conference the company’s previous use of artists’ dirt to deceive the masses. This was not just a matter of interest; it involved reputation. The resulting negative impact was beyond what a small manager like Anna could handle, and the company could face unpredictable major changes.

"What? If the company won’t let me, I can’t hold it myself? It’s unethical to exploit artists for personal gain, not to mention that what I’m saying is the truth, without any falsehood."

Quinn said righteously. Since it was noticed, she had no intention to hide it. She wouldn’t back down on this issue.

Now, everything was ready; all that was needed was the right opportunity.

"If you insist on being stubborn and going against the company, the company will have to blacklist you."

Seeing Quinn not listening, Anna had no choice but to use her ace card.

In the entertainment industry, being blacklisted by an agency is a big deal, and some artists may never recover from it. Sometimes, for the sake of better personal development, artists could only turn a blind eye to unreasonable demands from their agencies.

Indeed, Quinn was a rare type of artist in this industry.

Blacklist? Hmph.

Quinn sneered inwardly. Unable to convince her, Anna resorted to threats. No matter what, Quinn wouldn’t change her mind.

"Even so, I will hold the press conference."

Quinn said and went to the filming set, completely ignoring Anna.

Sinclair Group Tower.

Elias Sinclair had just gotten out of the car when a girl rushed up to him, "Hey, for you."

In his sight was a delicately packed bento box, presumably containing breakfast.

Elias frowned, sensing a bad premonition.

Looking up from the bento box, sure enough, he saw a face he didn’t want to see.

Freya Caldwell was smiling at Elias, her eyes revealing undeniable affection.

"Elias, I personally prepared this love-filled breakfast for you."

Her address had changed from "Brother Elias" during their first meeting to just his name, which deepened Elias’s irritation.

What exactly had Nina Sinclair told her? Hadn’t he already indicated he had a family, yet here she was.

Elias frowned more deeply, ignored her, and walked into the company.

Seeing this, Freya quickly followed, relentlessly persistent, "Elias, don’t you like the breakfast I prepared for you? I won’t prepare it anymore if you don’t want it. But please, don’t ignore me; I’ll wait here every day to see you go to and from work, okay?"

As they walked, Elias suddenly stopped, causing Freya to bump into him, "Ouch." She rubbed her forehead in pain.

"You should go back; there’s no need to come anymore."

Elias seriously told Freya, this was his last time having so much patience, hoping she’d understand.

Without waiting for Freya to respond, Elias entered the elevator. Freya, surprisingly quick, followed him in.

When they reached the office floor, Elias waved her off and walked straight to his office.