Chapter 758: The Return of the Hype Queen

Chapter 758: Chapter 758: The Return of the Hype Queen

After filming the news on the new bridge opening, the crew went to other locations to cover more stories, all of which were based on tips from netizens.

After a full day of work, Claire Sinclair was completely exhausted and dozed off in the car on the way home.

As she arrived home, she heard her baby crying before she even walked through the door. Her heart clenched, and she quickly opened the door and rushed inside.

Mrs. Quincy was just walking over with the baby. Claire Sinclair immediately went to her and took the baby into her arms.

"Ian, Mommy’s home." Claire Sinclair carried the baby to the sofa, sat down, and cooed to him for a long time before the little darling finally stopped crying.

Noticing Claire’s exhausted expression, Mrs. Quincy took the baby from her. "Claire, you must be worn out from work. Go get some rest. I’ll call you when dinner is ready. Just leave the baby to me."

Claire Sinclair looked up at her mother-in-law. She wanted to refuse, but she was worried her mother-in-law would complain to the Great Demon King Quincy, so she had no choice but to agree. "Alright, I’ll go upstairs and get some sleep."

Mrs. Quincy nodded, adding a few more parting words of instruction.

Claire Sinclair dragged her exhausted body upstairs and flopped onto the bed, so tired she almost didn’t even take off her slippers.

She drifted off to sleep without realizing it... By the time she woke up, it was already dark outside.

Claire Sinclair picked up her phone to check the time. It was ten minutes to eight. ’It’s so late already,’ she thought, but she had no desire to get out of bed.

’I might as well check Weibo...’

Claire Sinclair logged onto Weibo and discovered she had been tagged in tons of posts. She found it a bit odd. ’Why are so many people looking for me today?’

Curious, Claire Sinclair clicked on her mentions.

Netizen A: @ReporterClaireSinclair, is your head okay? Didn’t get knocked silly, did you?

Netizen B: @ReporterClaireSinclair, I know it’s wrong, but I totally squealed with laughter, HAHAHAHA...

Netizen C: @ReporterClaireSinclair, being a reporter is dangerous. You need to be more careful next time.

...

’What is going on?’

Claire Sinclair was bewildered. She backed out of her messages and clicked over to the trending page, where she discovered a hashtag that was, surprisingly, about her—#ClaireSinclairHitByWaterBottle#

When Claire Sinclair was live-streaming the opening of the West District Ring Road Bridge, she was hit on the head by a water bottle thrown from a passing car. Netizens were taking it upon themselves to identify the car and were demanding that the owner who threw it come forward and apologize.

Under the hashtag, the comments section blew up.

[I called it! The queen of hype is back in the game!]

[Wow, Molly Sinclair, impressive. Getting hit by a water bottle on your very first day.]

[So she got hit on the head with a bottle. What’s the big deal? Move along, people!]

[After getting dumped by the President, she couldn’t hack it at the Astoria Daily, so now she’s trying her luck at Astoria Television? Heh...]

[What can you do besides stir up hype? It’s disgusting!]

...

Seeing what netizens were saying about her, Claire Sinclair didn’t say a single word. She didn’t even share the video of her livestream, pretending she hadn’t seen any of it at all.

She put her phone down and got out of bed, all traces of sleepiness gone.

After dinner, Claire Sinclair and Mrs. Quincy gave the baby a bath together, then put him to sleep.

Just as Claire Sinclair was about to head into the study to read, Mrs. Quincy stopped her. "Claire, wait a moment."

Claire Sinclair asked, puzzled, "Mom, what is it?"

"Mrs. Hartwell has invited me to a dinner party this Saturday evening. I’d like you to go in my place."

"Huh?" Claire Sinclair was taken aback. "Mom, Mrs. Hartwell invited you. Why would I go?"

Mrs. Quincy smiled. "Actually, Mrs. Hartwell’s invitation was for *Mrs. Quincy*. Now that you’re married to Adrian, that makes you Mrs. Quincy. It couldn’t be more fitting for you to attend."