Chapter 501: Spare Me Your False Kindness
Kane Hale is a twenty-seven-year-old popular celebrity and a triple-gold movie king, his strength is undeniable. As a result, the number of female fans who like him is not only large, but their fighting power is also off the charts.
Initially, when everyone saw that Kane wasn’t responding, those female fans just discussed it quietly without participating.
But now that Kane started posting on Weibo, in the eyes of some people, it didn’t sit well.
Especially knowing that the actor their beloved idol is working with not only has no previous noteworthy works but also carries negative rumors of having ties with a sugar daddy, whether they were career fans or appearance fans, they were momentarily thrown off balance.
They originally looked down on a half-baked actress like Fiona Vaughn who only has a bit of acting skills and relies on her looks to climb the ranks and hype up promotional drafts. But now, with Claire Sinclair as a comparison, they’d rather have Fiona Vaughn back!
Within less than ten minutes, Kane Hale’s comments had exceeded fifty thousand.
— Brother, you’re not being forced to post this Weibo, are you?
— Wuwu, I genuinely feel sorry for my brother. How did he end up with this kind of partner? Honestly, if Director Chapman had originally chosen Fiona Vaughn, it would have been better to let her play the role!
— Agreed with the person above!
— It’s not just the actress who should be replaced. I think the screenwriter should be replaced too. This level of professional skill is too worrying.
— Little brother, you’re dear to our hearts. Whether you’re posting Claire Sinclair’s Weibo sincerely or under duress, I hope you won’t be deceived by that kind of woman!
...
As Kane Hale looked at the fans’ comments, he couldn’t help but feel a headache. He immediately went on to clarify that Claire Sinclair wasn’t that kind of person. However, due to many of Fiona Vaughn’s fans joining in disguise and stirring the pot, nobody believed him.
The main thing was, with Claire Sinclair now having an overwhelming amount of negative press, everyone preferred to believe the rumors rather than dismiss them; they were afraid that Claire Sinclair would cling to Kane Hale, and they didn’t want their idol to get involved in a scandal.
Moreover, deep down they didn’t want to admit that if Kane Hale truly appreciated Claire Sinclair, how much charm could this woman possess?
After all, Kane Hale is the kind of person who is most prudent and self-protective. If he personally gets involved, what if Kane Hale can’t shake off this stain for the rest of his life?
...
The fans grew more and more worried.
As the situation continued to escalate, the hurried Zion Prescott finally found Claire Sinclair at an already closed-down small plaza in Stellerton.
Claire Sinclair, dressed in a simple skirt, had a thick wool coat half-draped over her shoulders. She sat dazedly with her arms wrapped around herself under the mermaid statue in the small plaza, as if she was lost and forlorn.
"Go back."
The cold and magnetic male voice sounded from above her head. Claire Sinclair was momentarily stunned, a hint of joy flickering across her face. At first, she thought Jude Grant had found her.
But upon looking up, she saw the tall figure of Zion Prescott.
Her eyes immediately stung.
The joyful expression on her face disappeared instantly.
"What are you doing here?"
That’s right, she had forgotten; only Zion Prescott and she had come to this place before. Jude Grant didn’t even know that when she felt distressed, she would come to this already decayed and desolate place to daze.
Claire Sinclair suddenly stood up. She cautiously wanted to retreat but unexpectedly, her legs went numb for a moment, and she uncontrollably fell forward.
"Careful."
Zion Prescott’s eyes twitched; his arms instinctively reached forward to support Claire Sinclair, who almost fell on the plaza.
The distance between the two suddenly became very close.
"Let go of me!"
Claire Sinclair didn’t have time to think too much. She glared hatefully at Zion Prescott and yanked his arm away.
To her surprise, this time Zion Prescott didn’t come closer, nor did he have that aggressive and intimidating aura; instead, he calmly stepped back.
"It’s windy here, let’s go back."
Zion Prescott spoke nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t the one who forced Claire Sinclair into a desperate situation.
...
"I don’t need your false kindness to help me!"
Claire Sinclair snorted coldly. She silently reached into her bag, attempting to pull out the bottle of Olivier spray she bought. Although it wasn’t pepper spray, the bottle was a bit sturdy. If thrown, perhaps it could be used as a weapon.
Zion Prescott gazed deeply into Claire Sinclair’s eyes, filled with estrangement and alienation, feeling a faint pain in an unknown corner of his heart.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. When he lifted his eyes again, they were clear and bright.
"Think whatever you want. Your phone has been off. Now there are many people on Weibo cursing you. I hope you can be mentally prepared."
"Cursing me?"
Claire Sinclair suddenly froze.
She held the Olivier spray in one hand and took out her phone with the other, suspiciously turning it on. As soon as it was on, she saw countless missed calls and messages.
It was like a bombardment.
Around twenty missed calls were from Jude Grant, along with messages.
To Claire Sinclair’s surprise, more calls were from an unmarked number, more than seventy in total.
"137...8625, is this your number?"
"Mm."
Zion Prescott nodded indifferently, as if remembering something, the corners of his lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Don’t misunderstand. I’m only looking for you because my brother’s wife asked me to, so don’t flatter yourself."
The man paused, his voice indifferent.
"After all, I’ve invested a lot of money in your movie."
"..."
Initially, Claire Sinclair wondered if Zion Prescott still had a trace or two of guilt-ridden care for her. Hearing this, the faint sparks of hope she’d had were instantly doused by cold water.
"Ha—"
She was already too lazy to confront Zion Prescott. After hurriedly browsing through the photos, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Those photos of me coming out of the Blue Abyss Rose, did you take them?"
Besides Zion Prescott, Claire Sinclair didn’t know who else would be so eager to see her make a fool of herself.
After all, even though Zion Prescott invested in this project, changing the lead actress might be more beneficial to him.
"Is that what you think?"
Zion Prescott raised an eyebrow, the mockery on his face deepening.
"If I were you, instead of suspecting me, I’d consider whose promotional drafts are currently dominating the internet."
"..."
Claire Sinclair suddenly fell silent.
And it seemed like Zion Prescott was entirely impatient with her. He abruptly called Jude Grant.
"Jude, come to the location I sent you, your girlfriend is here."
"Are you crazy? Because of your threats, I just broke up with Jude Grant!"
Seeing the incredulous woman, Zion Prescott coldly dropped a line.
"I wouldn’t want my movie to lose money."
...
What did that mean?
Zion Prescott didn’t care about her relationship with Jude Grant?
Claire Sinclair hadn’t figured it out when she saw Zion Prescott already driving away.
Clearly the man’s figure was tall, yet at that moment, under the moonlight, she seemed to see a hint of loneliness.