Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Negative Energy
’Has Ethan Kingsley lost his mind? He got his followers to tip her all that money again. A quick glance suggested it was three to four hundred thousand.’
She noticed a comment.
Reader EthanKingsleyIsNotWest: Here, buy yourself a watch.
’Psycho!’
Claire Sinclair wished she could refund the money immediately, but the funds tipped to her novel wouldn’t be available for withdrawal until next month.
’Besides, why should she give it back?’
’He’s got more money than sense.’
’Once she gets the money, she’ll just donate it to people in need.’
Claire Sinclair couldn’t be bothered with it anymore. She switched to the Weibo website and published a new post: "This is a downer post. I want to go somewhere no one knows me and start a new life. A place with no prejudice, no comparisons, no pain—only kindness and peace. Does anyone know if a place like that exists?"
After she sent the post, replies started coming in.
"Yes, in my heart."
"Yes, in my dreams."
"Yes, in my home."
"Yes, in my mind..."
’What the heck?’
Amused and exasperated, Claire Sinclair simply replied in the comments: "So, to summarize, you’re all telling me to spend my life drunk and dreaming?"
Fine. She’d go find some alcohol.
...
「Quincy Manor.」
Nancy Lockwood walked to the office door, holding a reporter’s pass that had been torn in half, and knocked.
After three seconds of silence, she pushed the door open and went inside.
Adrian Quincy was leaning back in his chair, head tilted up, resting with his eyes closed. He didn’t open them even when someone entered.
Nancy Lockwood placed her phone and the reporter’s pass on the desk, saying in a low voice, "Young Master Quincy, Claire Sinclair came by today, but you were speaking with President Lockwood, so she left. Before she went, she tore up her reporter’s pass and threw it by the door."
At her words, Adrian Quincy’s eyes snapped open. His hawk-like gaze landed on the torn reporter’s pass, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are you only telling me this now?"
As he spoke, a chilling, intimidating aura emanated from him.
A chill ran down Nancy Lockwood’s spine. Bracing herself, she said, "I saw that you’d been busy all day, Young Master Quincy—"
Before she could finish, Adrian Quincy cut her off coldly. "Get out."
Nancy Lockwood froze for a moment, then answered, "Yes," and turned to leave.
Adrian Quincy picked up the phone on his desk and called her directly.
A robotic voice soon came from the phone. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off."
’Her phone is off?’
Adrian Quincy switched to the Weibo app and went to her personal homepage. He saw the post she had published ten minutes ago: "This is a downer post. I want to go somewhere no one knows me and start a new life. A place with no prejudice, no comparisons, no pain—only kindness and peace. Does anyone know if a place like that exists?"
’Claire’s in a bad mood...’
’Did she run into trouble again?’
Worried, Adrian Quincy shot to his feet and strode out of the office.
Just as he reached the doorway, Aiden Howkins came over from the other direction, panting. He was holding a phone with a shattered screen and stopped in front of Adrian Quincy.
"Young Master Quincy, Captain Linden gave this to me. He said someone was openly filming inside the Manor today. I took one look and saw it was the Young Madam’s phone, so I hurried to get it back. I’m not sure why, but the screen is shattered."
Adrian Quincy’s eyes darkened. He took the phone and tried to turn it on, but it wouldn’t start.
"Get this fixed. Now."
"Yes, sir!" Aiden Howkins took the phone back and immediately ran off to find someone from the Cyber Security department downstairs for help.
