CHAPTER 443: CHAPTER 443: SCANDAL EXPOSED

"Savannah, come over here. I want... to hold you..." Feeling a chill in the air around him, the man on the sofa instantly furrowed his brows.

"Can you come back? I haven’t had enough of holding you..." Elias Sinclair rubbed his temple with one hand, using the other to brace himself against the sofa and sit up.

His eyes wandered aimlessly across the living room, showing no reaction when passing over Melody Shepherd. However, when he saw Quinn Lockwood’s back striding upstairs, he suddenly seemed a bit nervous.

"Savannah..." The man stood up with some difficulty, his eyes bloodshot, unable to focus on any particular point. His steps were unsteady as he walked toward the stairs, raising his hand to reach for the woman moving farther away from him.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t look back. She even blocked out Elias Sinclair’s voice, immersed in a solitary, cold world.

She was a stand-in for Melody Shepherd.

This statement was like a barbed sword deeply piercing her heart, only to be pulled out abruptly, leaving her flesh torn and bloody.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, the man now watched with a sorrowful look as Quinn Lockwood’s figure disappeared around the corner, dropping his gaze with a pitiful expression.

"She won’t talk to me..." Elias’s beautiful phoenix eyes flashed with disappointment, his long fingers curling helplessly like a child denied candy, sadly mouthing his lips.

The man seemed quite upset about Quinn Lockwood’s departure. He swayed a bit before intending to go upstairs to find her but accidentally bumped into the handrail due to his alcohol-muddled mind.

"Elias, be careful." Melody Shepherd quickly rushed to his side, catching him as he stumbled, taking the opportunity to hold him around the waist.

She tried to lean against his limp form as she guided him back to the sofa, but Eliass’ brow furrowed deeply. He opened his eyes coldly and looked at her with detachment.

That gaze was like a chilling aura lingering in the depths of a dark forest, too cold to touch.

At this moment, Melody Shepherd was completely engulfed by jealousy.

Why, why was Quinn Lockwood the first person he called for in his drunken state?

And... moreover, he pushed her away.

Why should that be...

She recalled Elias Sinclair’s demeanor as he called after Quinn Lockwood, her fingers clutching together tightly, oblivious to her nails digging into her flesh.

This wasn’t Elias Sinclair at all.

The aloof and elegant Mr. Sinclair she knew was nothing like this. How could he show such a gentle and careful expression, chasing after Quinn Lockwood like an unrestrained child inebriated?

Melody Shepherd could hardly believe her eyes and ears.

Elias actually softly called out a woman’s name and showed such a lost and disappointed expression.

In the nearly ten years she’s known Elias Sinclair, he always appeared indifferent and distant to everyone. Even during the few months they dated, he treated her more like a familiar friend.

Melody Shepherd knew Quinn Lockwood was not easy to deal with, but she didn’t expect Elias Sinclair’s concern for her to reach this level.

At this time, the usual sweet and graceful smile on her face had vanished, replaced by a cold and vicious look. The scarlet in her beautiful eyes was like it had been washed in a sea of blood.

Suddenly, Melody was brought back by a noise, and when she looked up, the man on the sofa was gone.

Following the sound, she saw Elias Sinclair supporting himself on the stair railing, heading up with a sense of urgency, as if looking for something.

Melody Shepherd took a step, intending to stop him, but the overwhelming feeling of sorrow and resentment in her soul made it feel as if her very essence was being drained away.

Let’s leave it for today.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, staring reluctantly at a spot upstairs, then grabbed her bag thrown in the corner of the sofa and turned to leave.

She must investigate thoroughly what capability this Quinn Lockwood really has.

After returning to her room, Quinn Lockwood immediately locked the door behind her, put on her Bluetooth headset, and played slow and soft music.

She needed to block out any sound or knocking from outside and calm her emotions as soon as possible.

The plan for revenge couldn’t be delayed any longer; she had to seize every moment.

Because Mr. Lockwood’s condition didn’t seem to be improving, Quinn Lockwood feared that Ariana Lynch might do something during his treatment.

Recalling the methods Ariana used against her before, a sharp light flashed in Quinn’s eyes.

"Sorry, Ariana, but this time I will repay you in your own coin," Quinn Lockwood muttered to herself, seated at her computer desk, glancing at the X feed of Ariana Lynch with a twisted smile at the corner of her mouth.

This was just the beginning. Everything she had been through, she would make Ariana experience one by one.

Quinn Lockwood swiftly switched to the X login interface, her fingers flying over the keyboard and mouse, creating a completely new and untraceable X account.

Everything on this account was about Ariana Lynch.

From incidents during Ariana’s university days to how she met and got together with Jonah Hansen, and all the scandals since she returned to the Lockwood Family and entered the entertainment industry were meticulously listed with evidence.

With the push from Wade Lynch and major news outlets, the scandals Quinn Lockwood unearthed soon spread online, causing quite a stir.

"So Mr. Hansen was actually snatched away by Ariana Lynch from her best friend, no wonder they are so rarely seen together. Probably afraid her friend will expose the truth!"

"I reckon this account belongs to that friend. Look how detailed and organized everything is, clearly the work of someone close to Ariana Lynch."

"To think Miss Lynch, who appears so gentle and graceful, could turn out to be this kind of person behind the scenes. It’s unbelievable."

Countless netizens, and those who didn’t like her, seized the opportunity to bash Ariana Lynch, while even her male fans opted to unfollow her.

Their beloved goddess could not be someone so two-faced and lacking in character.

Quinn Lockwood watched the intense remarks from various camps online with a cold detachment, gradually relaxing more than before.