Taking the photo with him, Quentin Grant drove to Nora's film set.
"Where's Nora?"
"Young Master Grant, you're here. Nora just finished removing her makeup and has probably gone back to her hotel. Her room number is 9066," the director said hurriedly.
"Mm." Quentin Grant then drove toward the hotel.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Nora Ainsworth opened the door and found Ryan standing there. Her expression immediately turned cold. "What is it?"
"Nora Ainsworth, did you leak this story?" he asked, shoving the newspaper in his hand toward her.
Nora Ainsworth took it, glanced at it, and sneered. "Are you a fucking idiot? That thing with you and the director happened ages ago. You really think I'd wait this long to leak the truth to the media?"
He walked inside and sat down on Nora Ainsworth's sofa. "But someone told me you did it. Nora Ainsworth, why are you such a meddling gossip?"
