Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 388: The Studio Takes Shape

Elias Sinclair heard this, and with a snap, he placed his chopsticks on the table and stood up.

"I’m done." The man walked over to the desk with a sullen face, lips slightly pursed, and lowered his head to review a docunt.

Huh?

Quinn Lockwood crinkled her little face in confusion, tilting her head as she looked at Elias Sinclair puzzledly.

What’s going on?

Looking at the man’s cold and unhappy deanor, she suddenly sniffled subconsciously.

The air seed to have a slightly sour sll.

"Really not eating anymore?" Quinn Lockwood probed, looking at Elias Sinclair’s barely touched plate.

"Mm, not eating." The man replied coldly, not even lifting an eyelid.

Quinn Lockwood, pretending not to notice Elias Sinclair’s bad mood, began to clatter around to clear the tableware, and after packing everything up, she nonchalantly dusted off her hands.

"I’m leaving then, order sothing for yourself tonight." Quinn Lockwood picked up the lunchbox, ’thoughtfully’ giving Elias Sinclair a heads up before casually walking out the door.

The man sitting in the boss chair suddenly lifted his head after Quinn Lockwood closed the door behind her, a handso face dark as night, cold enough to make one shiver.

After leaving the Sinclair Group, Quinn Lockwood drove straight to the address of the agency—an office building in Century Plaza.

As soon as Quinn Lockwood parked her car, she saw Caron Grant walking towards her, wearing a spotless, custom-made light blue suit, his expression warm and composed.

"You’re here, Savannah, co on, let show you around." Caron Grant opened the car door for Quinn Lockwood, gently shielding her head with his hand.

"Big brother, what are you doing here? Were you waiting for ? Or..."

Compared to Quinn Lockwood’s surprise, Caron Grant’s expression was calm and elegant, as if he had anticipated her arrival at this ti.

"Of course, I was waiting for you." Caron Grant’s eyes were gentle, a charming smile playing on his lips.

Quinn Lockwood was a bit taken aback, tilting her head in confusion as she looked at Caron Grant, half-jokingly asking, "Oh, how did you know I’d be coming here at this ti, can you predict the future?"

Caron Grant chuckled, gently ruffling Quinn Lockwood’s hair, his face brimming with delight.

"Yes indeed, I can predict; when it cos to you, my predictions are always spot on."

"Let’s go upstairs." Caron Grant didn’t explain further, extending his fair hand towards Quinn Lockwood, signaling her to head upstairs.

Quinn Lockwood pouted, seemingly resigned to Caron Grant’s intentional mysteriousness.

Under Caron Grant’s lead, Quinn Lockwood toured her own office, the office area, and the locations of the departntal heads’ offices.

Caron Grant told Quinn Lockwood that he had arranged an interview for hiring new agents, and she just needed to co tomorrow to select an agent she was satisfied with.

"Thanks, big brother." Quinn Lockwood looked gratefully at Caron Grant, her eyes sparkling with brightness.

The establishnt of the studio was almost entirely orchestrated by Caron Grant, with Quinn Lockwood only providing so suggestions for modifications.

It wasn’t that Quinn Lockwood wasn’t concerned about her own matters, but each ti she intended to handle things, Caron Grant had already taken care of everything in line with her preferences and expectations.

Besides feeling highly appreciative of Caron Grant, she also felt deeply touched.

As the CEO of Cloudfall Group, Caron Grant had no less to deal with than Elias Sinclair.

Upon hearing Quinn Lockwood’s thanks, a slight unnatural light flickered through Caron Grant’s clear and warm eyes, but it quickly vanished.

"No need to be so polite; it’s all within my duties." The man smiled gently, his clear and suavely peach blossom eyes exuding tenderness, his thin lips lightly opening.

"Huh?" Quinn Lockwood found Caron Grant’s words a bit odd, and she felt a slight, involuntary bewildernt, blinking a bit unnaturally.

Within his duties?

Was he referring to a brother helping his sister? Or was it that Mr. Lowell and Mrs. Lowell had hinted for Caron Grant to help her?

"Yes, you’re my only sister, of course, I’ll do my best to help you." Caron Grant still didn’t voice his inner thoughts, his eyes inadvertently dimming, feeling a bit hollow inside.

Now, Savannah seems so resistant to the feelings he expresses?

It seed that whenever Caron Grant deviated slightly from the sibling path, Quinn Lockwood would begin to subconsciously resist.

So he’d wait a little longer until she could recognize her own feelings.

Upon hearing Caron Grant’s words, the unnatural feeling in Quinn Lockwood’s heart dissipated instantly, her tension noticeably easing.

"Yes, yes, I knew you’re the best to , big brother. Rest assured, the promised dividends won’t be short." Quinn Lockwood blinked, reverting to her usual relaxed and cheerful deanor with Caron Grant.

She shouldn’t indulge in wild thoughts anymore; Caron Grant is her brother. It’s normal for him to be considerate and gentle towards his sister; she shouldn’t think about those ssy things anymore!

As she walked to her car, Quinn Lockwood rolled her eyes dramatically, not at anyone else, but at herself.

Caron Grant took Quinn Lockwood back to the Sinclair Family, and then returned to the agency to prepare for the agent interviews the next day.

Given that Quinn Lockwood had managed to clear her na and rebound after a few blackmails, now successfully becoming a red-hot star with tens of millions of fans, there were so many candidates wanting to be her agent that there wasn’t enough room in the company lobby.

Caron Grant first went through their résumés for Quinn Lockwood, eliminating those who were downright unqualified, then sent the list of candidates eligible to attend the interview the next day to Quinn Lockwood.

"Tomorrow’s interviews start at nine o’clock, so you don’t have to wake up so early." Caron Grant typed this ssage into the chat after sending the docunt.

Quinn Lockwood browsed the general nas, as well as the education and qualifications, gaining a rough idea of tomorrow’s situation.

When she saw the ssage from Caron Grant, her heart felt warm, and she quickly replied with a few words: "Thank you for the thoughtful arrangent, big brother."

Quinn Lockwood had been quite tired from the past few days, so with the interviews arranged at nine tomorrow, she could comfortably sleep until around eight, allowing her to fully recover.

Sitting alone in the unlit office of the head of Morning Star Agency, Caron Grant faced the computer casting a bluish glow on his fair, handso face, accentuating its dim and cold serenity.