Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 439: Absurd

Besides the motivational quotes and cartoon doodles recorded in the notebook, there are more techniques of professional knowledge and relevant records.

For instance, data operations of different computer systems, decoding programming codes, features and key movents of various dance styles, and a variety of miscellaneous items, similar to recipes.

This girl seems to know a lot, and her skills are quite profound.

Caron Grant’s picturesque eyebrows and eyes were already fixed, and an unbelievable thought flashed across his mind instantly.

No, that’s too absurd.

They just look quite similar.

The man’s fair, distinct knuckles clenched forcefully; he found it particularly incredible and felt that the current Savannah Lowell seed a bit off.

First, Savannah Lowell, who hadn’t spoken to him voluntarily for over twenty years, suddenly beca familiar and called him brother.

Then, Savannah Lowell, who loved Elias Sinclair to near madness, suddenly beca distant and indifferent with Elias Sinclair.

Lastly, Savannah Lowell, who only studied dance but wasn’t interested at all, suddenly had an interest in dancing, and her graceful and nimble movents were astonishingly impressive.

Caron Grant had a thought, that this sister who lived with him for more than twenty years was actually this girl nad Quinn Lockwood.

No, it was from a year and a half ago when she returned to The Lowell Family and called him brother.

Caron Grant didn’t continue flipping through because the more he looked, the stronger this feeling beca, to the point where he couldn’t resist wanting to find Quinn Lockwood and ask for clarification.

The man closed the notebook, placed it gently into the box, and then closed the lid with a snap.

Caron Grant glanced up at the ti. Over ten minutes had passed; Quinn Lockwood should be almost ready by now.

He stood up and walked outside. His gaze gradually dimd, then slowly softened, returning to its usual clarity and gentleness.

By the ti he reached Quinn Lockwood’s room, Caron Grant had fully regained his elegant and refined deanor.

"Savannah, sorry to co to you so late." Caron Grant smiled apologetically at Quinn Lockwood, yet his steps grew more proactive as he walked into the room, stopping by Quinn Lockwood’s bedside.

"I watched a docuntary about history today, which talked about the ’Dance of the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Coat.’

"I saw you demonstrated it on a talent show. How long would it take to dance at your level?" Caron Grant semi-crossed his arms, lightly tapping the fingers of one hand against the other arm.

He was originally turned away from Quinn Lockwood, but because he wanted to witness her reaction to this matter, he hesitantly turned around slowly.

He seed a bit nervous.

On the way here, Caron Grant had already asked himself how he would feel and treat this girl if it were really Quinn Lockwood he was facing.

Would he hold her with a heart full of pain, or grab her shoulders and question why this happened, asking where his real sister, Savannah Lowell, went!

Caron Grant didn’t know.

His clear, handso eyes flashed with too many thoughts, complicated and intricate like entangled tree branches.

"To my level... it’s very difficult. Even for soone talented, it would take at least ten years or so.

"Of course, that’s under the condition of pursuing perfection."

Quinn Lockwood tilted her head, recalling the ti she first started learning dance. Her eyes sparkled with bright hues, clearly rembering sothing happy.

"What’s wrong, brother? Do you have a friend who wants to learn to dance? It’s not Sharon Shaw, is it?" Quinn Lockwood looked at Caron Grant’s increasingly serious expression, feeling a sudden sense of foreboding.

Quinn Lockwood rembered Sharon Shaw once saying her dancing looked beautiful, and she also wanted to learn stuff like that.

Although Sharon Shaw was pretty and had a good figure, with her outgoing personality and nimble skills, Quinn Lockwood still thought horseback riding and archery suited her more.

"Not Sharon, just watched the docuntary together today and casually asked." The man’s expression seed a bit off, but he quickly curved his lips gently, tenderly ruffling Quinn Lockwood’s hair.

"Dad and Mom are still downstairs; do you want to go down and chat a bit?" Caron Grant’s handso face showed no significant fluctuation, still exhibiting its usual gentle and pure deanor.

Quinn Lockwood nodded, originally thinking Mr. and Mrs. Lowell would be asleep so late and not wanting to disturb them, but she actually wanted to chat more with the elderly couple.

"Let’s go." Caron Grant affectionately tapped the tip of Quinn Lockwood’s nose, then turned to walk downstairs, and in that fleeting mont, his eyes darkened instantly with an emotion never before seen in him.

The siblings walked down the stairs side by side, each sitting beside Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, truly a harmonious family scene.

Mr. Lowell was flipping through the newspaper, unable to resist sighing as he read: "The Lockwood Family doesn’t seem to be at peace lately. Since Jonathan fell ill and was hospitalized, there seem to be problems internally in the company, even affecting our collaboration."

"Caron, you’re aware of this, aren’t you?" Mr. Lowell handed the newspaper to Caron Grant, the bold red title imprinting the words Lockwood Group prominently visible.

Quinn Lockwood was peeling lychees for Mrs. Lowell, and upon hearing Mr. Lowell’s words, her body suddenly stiffened, a piece of lychee skin embedded into her nail.

"Ouch, it hurts." Quinn Lockwood quickly retracted her hand, sucking in a cold breath, soon swallowing the unsaid word "pain."

She pulled out the embedded lychee skin and, without minding the pain from her fingertip, glanced at the newspaper in Caron Grant’s hand.

"That young lady from the Lockwood Group just returned ho, so she’s probably not very familiar with the company affairs, unlike us with the two of you here.

Dad’s health isn’t getting any better either. If, one day, he ends up like your Uncle Lockwood and falls ill and hospitalized, the company won’t be in chaos." Mr. Lowell looked at his two sensible children, wearing a smile of relief on his face.

Upon hearing Mr. Lowell’s words, Quinn Lockwood felt a surge of anxiety; she urgently wanted to know the extent of her father’s illness and also wanted to hug Mr. Lockwood, asking him not to say such distressing things.

"Dad, don’t say things like that; your health will be just fine." Caron Grant seed to feel Quinn Lockwood’s thoughts, his attractive eyebrows knitting slightly as if critiquing Mr. Lowell.

Mr. Lowell shook his head helplessly, leaning back against the sofa, apparently looking sowhat weary.