Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 274: Old Friends

The woman in the video wore a light blue hospital gown, her unadorned face exceptionally delicate and beautiful. Her clear eyes seed to be imrsed in a pool of spring water, with the sunlight shimring slightly, as if countless stars were twinkling within.

Soon after the video was released, it garnered hundreds of thousands of shares and likes.

The comnts from the online trolls were instantly drowned out.

Quinn Lockwood was thus nad ’Angel on Earth’ by The Sunsets.

anwhile, the person behind the scenes who had hired trolls to manipulate comnts was gritting her teeth as she watched the video.

"Bitch, I won’t let you have the last laugh." Ariana Lynch stared intently at the computer screen, her eyes filled with anger.

At this ti, Boss Sinclair was in his office.

Several news and X notifications caught Elias Sinclair’s attention. Upon seeing Savannah Lowell’s na in the news headline, he imdiately put down the file in his hand and opened the video.

He also watched an interview video about Linda that was trending, lightly tapping his fingers on the desk as if he was pondering sothing.

Previously, Savannah Lowell could be said to not care about the affairs of the less fortunate at all.

Elias Sinclair could even rember how Savannah simply made an appearance at a charity gala without genuine involvent, even telling her assistant she couldn’t be bothered to use her money to support those of lower status.

Watching the video carefully again, and recalling the things Quinn Lockwood had done over the past six months, Elias Sinclair slightly pursed his lips.

This woman’s change was truly significant.

Elias Sinclair couldn’t help but think deeply, feeling sothing strange about all of this.

By the ti Elias Sinclair finished his work, it was already midnight.

The next day, after wrapping up etings, Elias Sinclair wasted no ti heading to the hospital.

At that mont, the doctor was taking off Quinn Lockwood’s cast.

"How’s the situation?" Elias Sinclair furrowed his brows as he observed Quinn Lockwood’s ankle.

"It’s almost fully recovered. Once the nurse organizes the dical records, you can be discharged." The doctor carefully examined Quinn Lockwood’s ankle and looked at the newly taken x-ray, saying.

"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate your effort." Quinn Lockwood wiggled her foot and found there truly was no problem anymore.

The doctor nodded, gave Elias Sinclair a slight nod in acknowledgnt, and then left with the nurse to organize Quinn Lockwood’s dical records.

"Finally, I can walk. I was about to go crazy from being cooped up." Quinn Lockwood moved to the edge of the bed, put on her slippers, and stood up.

Having not used her right foot forcefully for a while, she lost her balance and stumbled.

"Careful." Elias Sinclair pulled Quinn Lockwood into his arms, his hand seed to tighten slightly with nervousness.

"I’m okay, it’s just that I haven’t used this foot in so long, I forgot what walking feels like." Quinn Lockwood looked down at her ankle and winked at Elias Sinclair.

Originally wanting to walk by herself to exercise her right foot, Quinn Lockwood was held by Elias Sinclair, who was worried she might accidentally fall again.

No matter how much Quinn Lockwood insisted she was fine, Elias Sinclair acted as if he hadn’t heard, accompanying Quinn Lockwood as she walked down the corridor.

With an exasperated sigh, Quinn Lockwood almost wanted to bounce in front of Elias Sinclair.

"What do you want for dinner?" Glancing down at the woman by his side, Elias Sinclair asked.

"Uh?"

"As a reward for your discharge and helping with files, you pick the place." Lightly raising an eyebrow, the man’s lips seed to curve slightly.

"Let’s go to mule teahouse. I want to try their stir-fry, is that okay?" Quinn Lockwood wasn’t sure if Elias Sinclair, who she’d never seen go to such a niche teahouse, would agree.

Seeing the woman beside him looking at him with such a plea in her voice and deanor, Elias Sinclair’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusent, yet he just nodded lightly.

"You’ll love it for sure; their dishes have a holy taste." With eyes full of joy, Quinn Lockwood smiled sweetly at Elias Sinclair.

"Oh? Really?" Slightly raising an eyebrow, Elias Sinclair looked at the delighted Quinn Lockwood, developing so interest in the teahouse.

After the nurse brought over the dical records and Quinn Lockwood erged from the restroom changed, Elias Sinclair inspected her. His gaze lingered on the shoulder exposed by her outfit, and he frowned.

"Cover up." Taking off his jacket, he draped it over Quinn Lockwood’s shoulders, and then possessively wrapped his arm around her as they walked downstairs.

"Hey, my stuff hasn’t been packed yet." Quinn Lockwood glanced back at the things in the hospital room, stumbling a couple of steps.

"Soone will co by and take care of it later." His grip on Quinn Lockwood’s arm subtly asserted ownership, almost as if announcing his claim to passersby.

Under Quinn Lockwood’s guidance, the two of them arrived at the mule teahouse.

"Miss Lowell?" A familiar, freewheeling voice ca from behind Quinn Lockwood.

"And this is Mr. Sinclair, right? I’ve heard so much about you; eting you in person is indeed a great honor."

Hearing this, Quinn Lockwood turned around and instinctively slipped out of Elias Sinclair’s grip as she saw Wade Lynch, hands in pockets, looking at her.

"Why are you here?" Her beautiful face suddenly turned cold and vigilant as she asked.

"Co on, Savannah, we’re old friends. Why so cold to ?" Wade Lynch pouted with a hint of disappointnt, taking a couple of steps towards Quinn Lockwood.

Elias Sinclair raised his arm to shield Quinn Lockwood, glaring at Wade Lynch with a hint of anger.

"Mr. Sinclair, don’t misunderstand, Miss Lowell and I are old friends from the industry with several collaborations; I have no ill intentions." Wade Lynch smiled familiarly, his eyes flickering with ambiguous intent as they swept over both of them.

"Are you going in for a al? I’m here often; let treat you." Wade Lynch gestured an invitation and took a few steps forward.

Elias Sinclair didn’t follow, instead furrowing his brow as he regarded Wade Lynch coolly.

"Let’s get so takeout instead." Quinn Lockwood quietly tugged on Elias Sinclair’s sleeve and whispered.

With a sideways glance at Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair moved forward and, in a brisk tone, said to Wade Lynch, "No need, I don’t like dining with strangers."

"Oh, okay then." Awkwardly shrugging, Wade Lynch stepped aside to make way for Elias Sinclair.

Quinn Lockwood jogged a couple of steps to keep up with Elias Sinclair and, just before entering, glanced back at Wade Lynch.

"Enjoy!" Wade Lynch waved at Quinn Lockwood, shouting excitedly.

As soon as Quinn Lockwood turned her head back, Wade Lynch’s face imdiately turned serious, abandoning his earlier casual deanor.

Surveying the mule teahouse top to bottom with narrowed eyes, Wade Lynch thought that he was about to latch onto a big news story once again.