Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 186: Even More Explosive News

Our Boss Sinclair has been incredibly busy lately, caught up in the execution period of The Sinclair Group’s quarterly report summary and financial audits.

To prevent rivals from seizing any opportunity, Elias Sinclair personally oversees the inspections. Joyce Krar has deliberately hidden the matter concerning Quinn Lockwood, so he is currently unaware of what has happened to Quinn Lockwood.

That night, photos of Caron Grant and Quinn Lockwood’s "rendezvous" were released, with netizens uncovering Caron Grant’s CEO identity, thrusting Quinn Lockwood into the spotlight once again.

"I’ve never seen soone so shaless, stringing along two rich guys at once." Comnts like these flooded under Quinn Lockwood’s posts.

Caron Grant traced the connections from Director Chandler and investigated the restaurant’s surveillance, locking onto a target—Wade Lynch.

Upon learning about this, Quinn Lockwood and Caron Grant sought him out together.

"Are you Wade Lynch?" Quinn Lockwood sized up the man in front of her, who didn’t seem much older than herself. Seeing his loose gray short sleeves and baggy military green work pants that didn’t quite fit his fra, she was montarily unsure.

Wasn’t this guy supposed to be the head of Morning Star News? Why does he look so nonchalant?

"Hello, I’m Wade Lynch; didn’t expect Miss Lowell to find so quickly." Wade Lynch slowly stood from his chair, always keeping a slight smile on his face for Quinn Lockwood, and when his gaze swept over Caron Grant, his expression turned knowing.

"So it’s Mr. Grant, please have a seat." Wade Lynch gestured invitingly, then served two cups of warm water on the coffee table.

Quinn Lockwood and Caron Grant didn’t bother with small talk and sat on the sofa.

Sipping a bit of water, Quinn Lockwood glanced around Wade Lynch’s very tidy office, which didn’t match his personal appearance.

"I’ll cut to the chase; I want to know who hired you to take those photos of ." Her clear eyes instantly turned sharp and dark as Quinn Lockwood got straight to the point.

Wade Lynch sat cross-legged in his chair, flipping through the photos he had collected, then smiled lightly: "Why does Miss Lowell think I’d answer? I’m not one to easily betray my clients."

Laying down the photos, Wade Lynch straightened up, looking at this stunning girl with a remarkable aura, feeling a bit of regret that if she weren’t involved in such matters, he’d actually quite like her.

Pretty, a good dancer, decent acting skills and personality, nothing seed fake about her reality show deanor, but behind the scenes...

Slightly pitying, Wade Lynch pursed his lips.

Quinn Lockwood, feeling uneasy under his gaze, gently furrowed her brows and slamd the water glass on the table: "Mr. Lynch, whatever they offer you, I can do better—and I promise it’ll be even more explosive."

At her words, Wade Lynch’s downcast eyes imdiately perked up, gleaming with interest.

Seeing his interest piqued, Quinn Lockwood smirked, "You know the talent agency head recently arrested? Well, the popular goddess, Sylvia Lawson, truly has so history with him."

"Moreover, Sylvia Lawson might have similar stories with other directors, and considering the fake accounting incident... didn’t know if this goddess had a hand in it either?" Quinn Lockwood pulled out her phone, logged into X, and searched for news on the head’s arrest, showing it to Wade Lynch.

"Now this scoop is explosive!" Wade Lynch, reading the news, couldn’t hide the joy on his face.

Compared to the speculative news about Quinn Lockwood, the Sylvia Lawson matter was definitely newsworthy; reporters like him didn’t care who it was, as long as they provided stories—they were allies!

Quinn Lockwood retrieved her phone, leaning back on the sofa as she watched Wade Lynch’s barely-concealed delight, knowing her goal for this visit was accomplished.

From her bag, she pulled out a bank card and handed it to Wade Lynch: "There’s more than enough here for your investigation; I trust Mr. Lynch won’t pass up easy money."

Wade Lynch pocketed the bank card, gathered the photos of Quinn Lockwood on his desk, and returned them to her: "I’ll let you in on it; the Sylvia Lawson matter you asked to look into—she leaked it to , but I only took the photos; spreading rumors and writing stories wasn’t ."

Shrugging, Wade Lynch reclined lazily in his chair, looking indifferent.

Even without much thought, Quinn Lockwood knew that Sylvia Lawson was behind spreading the rumors.

Despite previous warnings, she dared test her limits repeatedly.

This ti, she wouldn’t let her off easily.

After detailing the route and directions for the investigation, Quinn Lockwood and Caron Grant started tracking down other leads to see if anyone else was involved.

The next day, when Sylvia Lawson saw Quinn Lockwood still at the company, she was downright disdainful.

"Savannah Lowell, showing up like this despite your reputation, aren’t you afraid of being mobbed by netizens?"

She worriedly smoothed her chest, her thin eyebrows knitting together, seemingly fearful: "Yesterday’s uproar really scared ; what if everyone rushes us, they might get hurt because of you."

Quinn Lockwood’s eyes narrowed as she smirked, looking Sylvia Lawson over playfully. She patted her shoulder, leaning closer to her ear: "Stop playing gas with ; you’d better worry about yourself first."

With that, Quinn Lockwood gave Sylvia Lawson a aningful look and ignored her.

Sylvia Lawson felt puzzled by her words, just about to demand clarification when the director called her into the office and handed her a termination contract.

"What’s this about?"

"You tell what it’s about," the art director pointed at the word "terminate" impatiently.

Grabbing the contract and throwing it down forcefully, Sylvia Lawson directly confronted the director: "Why terminate ? If anyone should go, it’s Savannah Lowell! You must be mistaken!"

Just as Sylvia Lawson was about to cause more trouble, the company’s CEO entered, flinging a stack of photos onto her.