Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 1: Rebirth?

"Sir, please persuade Madam, if she falls, what will we do..."

"Heh, even if she falls, the divorce agreent must be signed today!"

The Sinclair Manor in the Clearwater District, with its elegant and tasteful Chinese architecture, exudes both luxury and mystery. On the carved wooden railing on the third floor, a slender woman is lying in a dangerously unflattering position.

At first glance, it looks like she’s about to jump off the building.

Quinn Lockwood groggily opens her eyes, her head buzzing with the cacophony around her.

What’s going on, wasn’t she already dead?

"Hiss..." A sharp and scorching pain shoots through her forehead, making Quinn cry out. She’s completely awake now—she’s alive!

Her pupils suddenly contract as she surveys her surroundings, realizing she is perched atop a lavishly decorated balcony! Below, a crowd of people dressed as servants are anxiously watching her.

This is so bizarre. She vividly rembers being engulfed by fierce flas, the soul-crushing agony causing her to tremble even at the thought. But now...

"Savannah Lowell, get down here and sign this imdiately."

A man’s voice, barely concealing his anger, calls up from below. It snaps Quinn Lockwood back to reality. She looks down to see a man in a smart suit with strikingly handso features, glaring up at her with obvious disdain.

She hesitates for a mont and points to herself, "Are you talking to ?"

The man’s scowl deepens, "Savannah Lowell, what new trick are you playing? If you think jumping down will make revoke the divorce agreent, feel free to try. See if I’ll relent."

"No, wait a second, what divorce agreent? Are you calling Savannah Lowell? What’s going on, my head hurts..."

Quinn Lockwood is utterly confused. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces her mind, and a flood of unfamiliar mories rush to the forefront.

Her face turns deathly pale. It takes all her strength not to scream.

She’s reincarnated into the body of the famous actress Savannah Lowell!

The gut-wrenching pain before her death is still vivid. Her boyfriend of three years cheated on her with her best friend. Once they found out that she was the daughter of the Chairman of the Lockwood Group, left outside, they set her on fire to let her friend take her place and reclaim her heritage! Her mother died unjustly because of her!

A towering hatred welled in her eyes. She swore before she died she wouldn’t spare the two dogs even as a ghost. It seems Heaven couldn’t stand it either and let her be reborn!

Alright, that’s just perfect.

Excitent makes Quinn Lockwood tremble slightly on the railing until she hears an anxious woman’s voice below.

"Madam, please co down. Sir is just angry and forcing a divorce. You hit your head before, if you really fall, it’s no joke!"

"Mrs. Lewis, just because you’re one of Grandfather’s people doesn’t an I can’t dismiss you. This is none of your business."

Elias Sinclair glances at the servant, Mrs. Lewis, with narrow, phoenix-like eyes. His cold deanor makes her shiver and fall silent. However, under her apron, her hands quickly type away on her phone, as if sending a ssage to soone.

Quinn Lockwood looks down again, the three-story height makes her dizzy. She glances once more at the man with slightly furrowed brows and can’t help but roll her eyes.

This Savannah Lowell, as a celebrity, is indeed well-known in the entertainnt circle,

But while other celebrities are famous for their looks or acting skills, she stands out for her mindless infatuation and arrogance...

Savannah Lowell’s infatuation with Elias Sinclair from the Sinclair Family is practically public knowledge. She even went as far as hiring paparazzi to take candid photos of him, accidentally leaking them online. Most shockingly, a year ago, she forced him to marry her by getting him drunk and taking photos of them in bed. The day this was exposed, she was nearly scolded right out of the industry.

A perfectly good actress, but she didn’t focus on her career. Instead, she chased a man around the globe every day, her behavior arrogant and selfish with no regard for others. It’s no wonder she beca a public enemy, even Quinn Lockwood, who isn’t involved with fan circles, had heard of her.

However, now in Savannah Lowell’s body, Quinn Lockwood discovers so secrets unknown to outsiders. Like how the girl everyone thought had no background was actually the heiress to the Lowell family, a wealthy business magnate with industries spanning various fields—a genuine, beautiful, rich heiress. Only because of Elias Sinclair did she have a falling out with her family, choosing to enter the entertainnt industry independently, uncaring about others cursing her, tirelessly pursuing the man before her.

In this light, Quinn Lockwood thinks, though the original was foolish and dumb, that kind of relentless determination isn’t sothing everyone has.

"Savannah Lowell," the man below’s phoenix eyes briefly flash, suddenly gazing at her with a composed leisure, his tone laced with mockery, "why not just jump down and end it all, save the trouble."

The man’s disdainful tone irked Quinn Lockwood, though the original might have been rather unlikable. But today, Savannah Lowell’s crying, hanging, and jumping—hitting her head and threatening to jump—was purely out of love for the man below and her unwillingness to divorce. There was no need for such harsh words. Quinn rolled her eyes internally.

Holding onto the railing, she shifted slightly.

Upon her movent, the people below panicked, "Young Madam, be careful!"

"Young Madam, don’t jump!"

Amidst the chaotic cries, Quinn pinched her numb legs, cautiously hugging the railing as she climbed back into the room without hesitation and went downstairs.

She didn’t even spare a glance at Elias Sinclair, but confidently took the docunts from his hand, fluidly... signed her na!

Everyone: "..."

Faces full of shock, she signed! The young madam actually signed the divorce papers!

Is she possessed?

Wasn’t she supposed to cry, make a scene, and even jump rather than divorce?

Could it be that this ti he’s really hurt her too deeply, leaving her in despair?

Elias Sinclair, who thought she was up to sothing, was also stunned.

The next second, his face darkens. A complicated emotion passes through his heart, unexplainable and undisclosed: "What trick are you playing now?"

"Why won’t you take it? Weren’t you the one who asked to sign?" Quinn Lockwood blinks, her face innocent.

She’s genuinely innocent. You know, Savannah Lowell’s past was quite indescribable. A life of great potential lived out as an unredeemable ss, hated wherever she went.

Comparatively, Quinn Lockwood doesn’t want to live such a pointless existence. She has more important things to do!

Quinn Lockwood hands the contract back to Elias Sinclair, roughly understanding the man’s hesitation. She pats her chest and speaks, "Mr. Sinclair, rest assured, this really isn’t any tactic of playing hard to get. I thought it through up there—since you dislike so much, there’s no point in clinging to you. After all, apart from looking good, you’re not particularly special. Besides, the entertainnt industry has no shortage of handso n! Thinking of it that way, I must have been out of my mind to hang onto you. Rest assured, Mr. Sinclair, I certainly won’t co back to bother you."

Opposite, the man continues watching her with an indiscernible expression.

Quinn Lockwood sighs. Just as she’s about to shove the contract into his arms and make a stylish exit, a sound of a cane tapping the ground is heard.

"You brat, daring to divorce my granddaughter-in-law! Let teach you a lesson!"

Before the voice fully fades, an elderly man with white hair and a fashionable outfit quickly approaches, grabbing the contract from Quinn Lockwood’s hand and tearing it to shreds!