Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 385: Personal Studio

"Savannah..."

"You all..."

Caron Grant typed a few words in the comnts section, but quickly deleted them.

He repeated this several tis, never managing to send a suitable ssage.

In truth, he didn’t even know what he wanted to say.

It felt as if sothing was pressing down on his heart, a stifling weight that was hard to bear.

After deleting his words once more, he simply exited X.

The blue light from the computer screen cast a glow on Caron’s handso face as he sat there quietly, his gaze floating in the air, unfocused.

He sat in a daze for a mont before shutting down the computer, standing up to leave, feeling an emptiness in his heart, as if he couldn’t grasp onto anything.

For the next few days, Caron would go to The Sinclair Family to pick up Quinn Lockwood, or visit Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, or go to the company to ask for her help with so small tasks.

Every ti he dropped Quinn off, he’d take her to a different restaurant for dinner.

"Savannah, I’ve been thinking about sothing these past few days." Caron stirred the pear juice for Quinn, his eyes calm and elegant.

Quinn lifted her head, her delicate face showing a hint of confusion, unsure whether Caron ant sothing good or bad.

"What’s up, brother?"

"I want to open a personal studio for you. Once everything is on track, you can even recruit so artists under your banner." Caron handed the stirred pear juice to Quinn, a smile in his eyes.

Though with the influence of the Lowell and Sinclair groups, they could secure plenty of resources for Quinn, they’re financial firms, not dia agencies, so it’s always a bit off-kilter.

No one would say anything, but as a celebrity, Quinn should either sign with an agency or set up her own studio, which would be more convenient.

In recent tis, dozens of agencies have approached Quinn with offers, but none caught Caron’s eye.

No matter the size, he could always find sothing unsatisfactory about them.

Perhaps because, in his heart, Quinn is unparalleled, or maybe because he wants to spend more ti with her.

Thus, he decided to invest the best conditions he could offer to create a studio just for her.

Whether it’s manpower, equipnt, or resources, he demands the highest quality.

"Really? I’ll have my own studio?" Quinn’s eyes widened, sparkling with disbelief.

Seeing her intense reaction, Caron chuckled, gently tapping her nose with a doting smile. "Of course, I’ve even picked the location, right at Century Plaza in Eastborough."

Quinn felt a tightening in her chest, swallowing hard in disbelief.

Century Plaza, the most bustling part of the comrcial street, is not too far from the Cloudfall Group, Sinclair Group, Lowell, and Sinclair hos, about a ten-minute drive.

The Sinclair Group is a bit farther, around twenty minutes.

But that’s alright, as Quinn rarely goes to the Sinclair Group, especially since she’s often too busy working to wander around.

"Brother, no need for grand thanks."

"I won’t decline, but I will share more of the profits with you." Quinn offered a fist-bump as a token of gratitude, her smile so deep it was almost overflowing.

She really wanted to establish her own studio.

However, relying solely on her own strength might be difficult, and she wasn’t very familiar with or knowledgeable about company setup details.

But with Caron’s help, things are different.

He’s the CEO of Cloudfall Group, having handled various company matters under Mr. Lowell’s guidance from before he graduated, gaining several years of experience.

If not for Caron’s lack of interest in taking over the company and waiting for Quinn to inherit it, Mr. Lowell might have planned to hand it over to him much earlier.

Because of Savannah Lowell’s previous poor conduct, Mr. Lowell had long been disappointed with her. If not for Caron’s diation, expressing that he had no desire to be tied down by the chairman role, he might have already been in a position as significant as Elias Sinclair’s.

"I don’t want your profits. Just co ho more often." Caron shook his head, his gentle smile like the warm, inviting sunlight.

Quinn knew her brother was genuinely helping her, so she nodded vigorously.

She resolved to develop her strength and not disappoint those who love her.

As soon as Quinn got ho, planning to head upstairs after dinner, Elias Sinclair called out to her.

"Madam, don’t you think your token of gratitude is too simple?" He walked slowly toward her, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with aning.

Quinn was puzzled, not quite grasping Elias’ intent.

"Hmm?" Her face scrunched in confusion, she looked up at Elias.

"One week."

"Co over to the office every day at noon to bring lunch. When convenient, you can also bring dinner, so I don’t miss your cooking while working late every night."

He smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, his gaze filled with anticipation and a shimr of delight.

"Why do I have to bring two als every day? It’s troubleso," Quinn pouted, playfully chiding Elias.

Elias raised an eyebrow, teasingly looking at Quinn, his voice low and sensual: "Consider it as my return gift. If you find it troubleso, I can build a kitchen in the office."

"Fine, fine, it’s just a week. But I’ll decide what to make, no special requests!" Quinn rolled her eyes at Elias, turning to go upstairs without another word.

Now she understood what it ant to deal with a ruthless capitalist.

Just because she found it troubleso, Elias threatened to build a kitchen at work! He really treated it as his own ho!

Well, it is the Sinclair-owned group!

Quinn felt a bit helpless, climbing a few steps and letting out a soft sigh.

Forget it, she couldn’t win against the relentless capitalist.

The next morning, after breakfast, Quinn carefully planned lunch for Elias.

However, after consulting with him, almost all her choices were rejected.

Annoying guy, such a picky eater.