Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 441: Unexpected

Kevin seed a bit troubled.

Really couldn’t understand what was going on between Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair.

Clearly, the two of them lived together every day, yet they still played this ga of stalking and probing.

Just thinking about being a dignified director and chairman’s assistant, being sent out to spy on schedules, it’s really... sigh, whatever, as long as Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair are fine, I wouldn’t mind switching careers to beco a detective.

"Is that all?" The man sitting in the main seat raised his eyebrow, and the temperature in the room instantly dropped below zero.

Kevin looked at his boss’s suddenly sullen face, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat, not daring to say anything more: "Yes... that’s all."

Elias Sinclair frowned, his fingertips already tapping on the surface of the solid wood desk, a habit of his when thinking about serious matters.

So this woman really didn’t care a bit about him.

"You may leave now." The man’s face was deep, his dark eyes staring into the distance, unfathomable.

As the man’s cool voice fell, the chill in the room gradually returned to normal, becoming sowhat bleak.

Kevin nodded in salute, and as he turned to leave, he quietly sized up Elias Sinclair, then froze for a mont.

He had never seen this complex expression on his boss’s face before.

What exactly it was, Kevin couldn’t quite say, but among all the various complex emotions, there was undeniable loss and lancholy.

Loss and lancholy?

Kevin incredulously swallowed, almost choking.

Was he seeing things? To actually see such an expression on his boss’s face was even scarier than seeing him frown.

Kevin rubbed his eyes and quickly left, fearing this abnormal Mr. Sinclair, as if he was about to face a storm-like baptism.

With the sound of Kevin closing the door, the man’s face in the office instantly turned cold and clear, with a flicker of burning anger in his eyes.

On the contrary, the temperature in the room fell below freezing again, as if anyone entering would instantly be covered in ice.

anwhile, Quinn Lockwood was attending the latest project eting at the Cloudfall Group.

Of course, Quinn wasn’t attending as a manager or successor, just a listener there to learn.

Because previously, Savannah Lowell hadn’t paid any attention to the company’s affairs, rarely attending even the group’s annual summary etings, resulting in employees having no goodwill for this heir.

They even privately discussed topics like how to stop Savannah if Chairman Lowell really handed the company over to her.

However, the eting Quinn attended today was at best a small eting, and the employees thought she was just whimsically joining in.

After the eting ended and everyone was preparing to leave work, Caron Grant found a few cases similar to the eting’s content for Quinn to analyze.

"I think if we want to make a breakthrough in e-sports, the most basic point is to improve technology."

"With the vibrant and ever-changing online world and the constant ergence of novel ideas, players’ demands for equipnt and ga visual quality are getting higher and higher."

"Comparing the popularity of the gas we’ve launched in recent years, the difference isn’t significant, so my suggestion is to start changing from basic visual design, striving to give players an authentic gaming experience."

In the Cloudfall Group’s CEO’s office at that mont, Caron Grant let Quinn sit in his seat, having her raise questions about the group’s e-sports as an executive.

Quinn didn’t refuse, as she was also eager to get into the role quickly and thoroughly master the areas she wasn’t familiar with.

She really didn’t have much ti left.

According to the information from Wade Lynch, Ariana Lynch had been staying at the company most of these days, and it seed so financial loophole had occurred at the Lockwood Group, but who was responsible hadn’t been identified yet.

"Brother, is there a big problem with what I said? Why... why do you have that expression?" Quinn noticed Caron looking at her with an unusual expression, hurriedly sat up straight, and watched him cautiously.

She seed a bit panicked; why did her brother look so serious, could her analysis have gone off track?

Quinn was inevitably a bit nervous; she swallowed, her fingertips interlacing and rubbing together, waiting for Caron’s feedback.

"No, your analysis was excellent." The man sat across from Quinn, his clear eyes like a glazed jade goblet in the sunlight, emitting a gentle, alluring warm light.

"I just think it’s a sha you’re only now entering the company. To put it bluntly, it’s like having a considerable amount of funds in hand but keeping it in the bank, unable to realize any investnt or doubling value."

"It’s a real sha." Caron gently shook his head and sighed, his handso eyes fixed on Quinn, seemingly full of admiration for her talents, a faint curve on his lips.

She was really incredible, far beyond his expectations.

Caron smiled lightly at Quinn, but his gaze gradually deepened.

He delved into thought, recalling his impression of Savannah Lowell over the years.

The sister who wasn’t close to her, though academically excellent and proficient in science, had never dealt with any company matters, and even growing up in such an environnt couldn’t have such professional insights and handling asures.

Caron couldn’t help but be a bit flustered by her, feeling like the girl sitting in front of him was soone he completely didn’t know.

"Brother?" Quinn was a bit unnerved by Caron’s gaze, wondering why her brother looked at her as if he didn’t know her.

Hearing Quinn’s call, Caron finally snapped out of his thoughts.

He still had a gentle and clear smile on his face, as if everything before was just Quinn’s illusion.

While Caron tidied the files on the desk, he softly said to Quinn: "I will definitely discuss your suggestion with the responsible team, and will also report to you on the project’s follow-up progress."

"It’s already very late today, let take you ho."

Caron put a blue sticky note on the last file, placed it on the edge of the desk, and then looked up at the woman in front of him, as if asking for her opinion.

"Alright, I’ll co over after filming tomorrow, it won’t be too late, make sure to wait for to approve the docunts." Quinn stood up, looking eagerly at her brother, seeming still sowhat unsatisfied.