Chapter 482

Quentin Shaw's announcement sent waves through the conference hall.

Reporters immediately raised their microphones, clamoring for answers.

"Is Lowell Entertainment playing games with us? The press conference was scheduled a week ago!"

"What about the medical experts who flew in from overseas?"

"Dr. Quincy's research has global attention. How do you explain this last-minute cancellation?"

Beads of sweat formed on Quentin's forehead as his fingers tightened around the speech draft.

"My sincere apologies. Dr. Quincy suddenly fell ill and cannot attend today's event."

He forced himself to maintain the fabricated excuse.

The murmurs in the hall gradually subsided.

"How serious is Dr. Quincy's condition? What's the recovery timeline?"

"We international experts adjusted our schedules specifically for this. At least give us a definite date."

"That's right. We can wait, but we need a clear answer."

Quentin's dress shirt clung to his damp back.

"We're awaiting the doctor's diagnosis. Lowell Entertainment will provide updates as soon as possible."

His earnest demeanor somewhat placated the crowd.

"We'll await your notification then."

Quentin exhaled deeply as the attendees dispersed.

The immediate crisis had been averted.

He hurried toward the parking lot, needing to return to headquarters immediately.

This was far from over.

Online platforms had already exploded.

#DrQuincyMedicalRobot trended at the top of search rankings.

Netizens had been refreshing live stream pages since morning.

"What? The press conference got canceled?"

"What happened to Dr. Quincy? Will this affect the research?"

"I took time off work just for this live stream!"

"Don't panic. It's postponed, not canceled."

Meanwhile, Dr. Preston Quincy was leading his team toward the outskirts.

Sophia Laurent had established a high-security research facility there.

When the gleaming white complex came into view, Quincy smiled with relief.

"Ms. Laurent, I can't thank you enough."