Chapter 760: You’re Just the Best

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: You’re Just the Best

Lynn Dawson sneered, "I’ve always been blunt. When I see something I don’t approve of, I say so. And usually, the things I don’t approve of are genuinely repulsive, like certain social issues."

Claire Sinclair said, "Oh. So you’re that self-righteous. Well, in that case, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. You go, girl."

Lynn Dawson snapped, furious, "Claire Sinclair, don’t think you’re all that just because you were on TV once. Let me tell you, if I hadn’t gotten you on camera yesterday, you’d still be just a washed-up internet celebrity! You should be thanking me for giving you the chance!"

Claire Sinclair flashed a radiant smile. "You said I was washed-up, you said I wanted to be famous, you volunteered to give me screen time, and you’re the one who caused me to accidentally go viral. You’re just awesome, aren’t you? Worrying yourself sick over my affairs. Should I get on my knees and thank you for it?"

Lynn Dawson: "..."

Claire Sinclair’s smile faded. Then, she spoke, enunciating each word clearly. "That’s enough. Stop trying to police me with your holier-than-thou act. I don’t need it."

Lynn Dawson raged, "You’re the kind of person who’d shamelessly hype yourself up just to get famous! You think you can do whatever you want just because you pulled some strings to get into this TV station? I’m telling you, as long as I’m here, you can forget about ever getting on camera again!"

Claire Sinclair muttered "moron" under her breath and decided to ignore her. ’If this keeps up,’ she thought, ’I’m going to end up complaining to The Great Demon King Quincy, and if he gets involved...’

’Forget it. Love and peace.’

Claire Sinclair sat down and took out the materials she had organized the previous night to look them over.

Mr. Lancaster suddenly burst in from outside, looking flustered. "Lynn Dawson, Claire Sinclair, grab your things! You’re coming with me to the scene, now!"

Seeing the look on Mr. Lancaster’s face, Lynn Dawson knew some major news had broken. Without a second thought, she got up and started packing her things.

Claire Sinclair stood up as well. She didn’t have much to pack and simply slung her purse over her shoulder.

The three of them hurried out and down the stairs, piling into a car driven by Mr. Lancaster.

The moment she was in the car, Lynn Dawson asked, "Mr. Lancaster, what happened?"

Mr. Lancaster said, "There’s been an accident at the amusement park. A lot of kids are injured. We need to get over there, fast."

"An amusement park again? Don’t kids have a single safe place to play anymore? What the hell are those people running it even doing!" Lynn Dawson couldn’t help but swear.

Claire Sinclair frowned, her heart heavy. She remained silent.

When they arrived at the amusement park, Claire Sinclair saw that a roller coaster had crashed straight into a steel support frame on the ground. Blood was everywhere—on the coaster, on the ground—scattered among children’s shoes and belongings.

Several children were trapped in the roller coaster car. Their parents were trying to get them out but were powerless to help. The children’s feet were pinned, and yanking them free would likely cause even more severe injuries.

Some parents clutched their unconscious children, sitting off to the side and wailing in despair. Other children who had escaped the wreck were nearby, sobbing hysterically.

Several children, whose parents were nowhere in sight, were also bawling. They were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell if it was their own or someone else’s.

Taking in the scene, Claire Sinclair suddenly spun around and yelled, "Landon Winston, get over here and help rescue people! Hurry!"

The plainclothes bodyguards who had been silently following her heard the command and immediately ran over. Clearly professionally trained, their rescue techniques were both expert and swift, and they quickly freed one of the children.

Mr. Lancaster and Lynn Dawson were still off to the side conducting a live broadcast. As the camera panned across the scene, it caught the image of Claire Sinclair gently laying a blood-covered child on the ground, murmuring words of comfort, "It’s going to be okay, little one. The ambulance will be here soon. Don’t be afraid. You’re going to be okay."