Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 440: Busy

Mr. Lowell paused slightly, as if considering his words, then continued: "These past two years I’ve increasingly felt overwheld, and I’ve thought many tis about handing over the company entirely to the two of you."

Saying this, Mr. Lowell gave Quinn a aningful look, as if hinting sothing to her.

"Your mother and I haven’t really enjoyed much ti alone together since we got married. Now, while we’re still in good health, we want to go travel and relax."

"I’m not worried about Caron; he can take over any company affair at any ti. But Savannah..."

"Ah, my child, now you’re fully engrossed in the entertainnt industry and flourishing more and more, I fear you have no ti or interest for this old man’s concerns."

As Mr. Lowell spoke, his eyes fleetingly glanced at Quinn, as if indicating he was deeply saddened.

In fact, Mr. Lowell has always intended to relinquish control of the company. After battling storms for so many decades, he truly feels exhausted.

Moreover, since Caron took over as CEO, he has achieved excellent results. If it weren’t because Caron was unwilling to take on all the responsibilities, and because Mr. Lowell hoped to wait a bit longer for his troubleso daughter Savannah, he might have already gone to travel with Mrs. Lowell.

Quinn was completely stunned at this mont.

She hadn’t expected Mr. Lowell to have the idea of letting her and Caron manage the company so early, but... she didn’t share Ariana’s urgency to seize power.

She never even thought about taking over the company.

Although she was sowhat familiar with managent and company operations and still rembered everything Savannah had learned in her courses, taking on such a large conglorate was truly a significant challenge.

Even with Caron alongside her, what difference would it make? She couldn’t possibly ask him to do everything and just get in the way!

"I..." Quinn bit her lip. She appeared hesitant, but then a thought suddenly crossed her mind.

"I can start learning the basic managent tasks of the company along with my brother."

"Although I haven’t paid attention to the company’s affairs, I can handle reviewing docunts and so simple matters independently."

Quinn sat up straight, looking stern and serious at Mr. Lowell and Caron.

Since Ariana has already taken action, she couldn’t fall behind.

Only by becoming strong herself could she compete with Ariana, and perhaps even stop her before she further ddles with Lockwood Group.

The other three present were visibly surprised by Quinn’s response.

No, to be precise, only Mr. and Mrs. Lowell were surprised.

Caron’s astonishnt was evident because Quinn’s willingness to tackle troubleso matters was entirely unlike Savannah.

For soone like Ariana, taking on the conglorate seed like an unattainable task. But for heirs like Caron and Savannah, who were raised in the aristocratic circle, it was more of a troubleso burden.

"Savannah, are you serious? What about your work in the entertainnt industry..." Mr. Lowell was filled with joy as he looked at Quinn, still sowhat incredulous, fearing she might just be showing a fleeting interest.

"There’s nothing too ti-consuming there at the mont. In the script I’m filming, I only have a supporting role, so it doesn’t take too much of my ti," Quinn said, her heart suddenly filled with nervousness, her hands clenched tightly on her lap.

"I’ll be learning at the company every afternoon after my work, just hoping my brother won’t mind being a bother." Quinn flashed a smile at Caron, her hopeful eyes seed to say, "Master Grant, please guide in the future."

Seeing her silly smile, Caron’s lips couldn’t help but curl up, exuding warmth.

"You reviewed a docunt for and did great. You have talent." The man slightly turned his head, his tone as gentle as the white mist lingering in a fairy forest, making people want to capture it, yet only watching it slip through their fingers.

Quinn t Caron’s gaze filled with laughter, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

Did she misjudge? She felt Caron’s recent expression was gentle yet distant, as if praising a stranger.

But when Quinn wanted to observe his expression further, Caron quickly looked away and buried himself in reading the newspaper.

In the following days, Quinn was incredibly busy, her schedule packed like a sponge that could no longer absorb water.

She asked the director to schedule her scenes in the morning, and in the afternoon, as soon as she wrapped up, she hurried to the company to learn various tasks, while continually keeping an eye on Ariana and Jonah’s movents.

Quinn wished she could clone herself. Despite her knack for sleeping in and struggling to get up, she embarked on early starts and late nights, a grueling regi.

But sohow, Quinn seed to enjoy it.

She quite liked the feeling of being busy for almost 20 hours a day, finding it especially fulfilling and aningful.

Under such a fast-paced and high-pressure lifestyle, Quinn even forgot about the trouble that once weighed heavily on her heart.

Not forgotten, but she simply had no ti to think about it.

Every night when she laid in bed, images of Elias and Ariana together would flash in her mind, but because of her sheer exhaustion, those images would turn into darkness just as quickly as they appeared.

When Quinn opened her eyes, another day awaited her and another cycle began.

Hidden beneath these seemingly peaceful and harmonious tis was the growing strain in Elias and Quinn’s relationship.

Each harbored deep misunderstandings about the other, creating a deep chasm between them, much like at this mont, in the office of The Sinclair Group...

"Kevin, did Savannah only go to the set and Wintersnow Group today?" In the leather executive chair behind the desk, a refined and noble man wore a perfectly pressed black suit, flawlessly without a crease.

The light from the large floor-to-ceiling windows poured over him, making him appear radiant and immaculate, shrouded in a mysterious glow. If it weren’t for the frost in his eyes, this image would have been heartwarmingly charming.

"Sir, Madam left the house at six this morning, reached the set at six thirty, and left the set at one in the afternoon to head to Cloudfall Group..." Kevin glanced upward, recalling Quinn’s schedule for the day.