Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 461: Disclosure

"Girl, aren’t you Savannah Lowell!" Caron Grant looked at Quinn Lockwood with a puffed-up expression and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

It seems this girl really drank a lot of alcohol, she can’t even rember her own na clearly.

Then should I not be so concerned about this matter of her not recognizing my voice?

"I’m not, I’m Quinn Lockwood."

"Look carefully, I’m Quinn Lockwood."

Perhaps fearing Caron Grant wouldn’t hear her clearly, Quinn Lockwood sat up straight and faced Caron, enunciating each word clearly as she told him her na.

"What did you say?" When Caron Grant heard this, the smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by complete shock and disbelief.

This was a thought he had always been afraid to confirm, even a tiny idea he dared not let slip out.

But now, it was said aloud by her.

Caron Grant scrutinized the person in front of him; it was undeniably Savannah Lowell’s appearance.

But... but in the subtle aspects of her features, she resembled... the girl in the photograph!

"Quinn Lockwood?" Caron Grant sowhat doubted his own eyes; he picked up his phone to search for the photo he had taken, while tentatively calling Quinn Lockwood’s na.

"Yes, I’m here!" Quinn Lockwood tilted her head, her face showing a carefree and natural smile.

Caron Grant reminisced about his feelings when he saw Quinn Lockwood’s photo, and those happy or sad words noted in her diary.

It felt as if his heart was gripped tightly by soone.

He t Quinn Lockwood’s eyes, as if he was seeing her crying in the old house again.

Despair, sorrow, loneliness...

All sorts of negative and bleak emotions were hidden deep in the eyes of the woman in front of him, hardly noticeable unless carefully observed.

"This is , that’s correct! That’s how I used to be; am I not quite the sa now..."

"Hmm... I seem to resemble her a little more now..."

"I have to thank Savannah Lowell, because by inexplicable rebirth on her I could et Elias Sinclair."

"And you, brother..."

Quinn Lockwood snatched the phone from Caron Grant, looking at the photo of her found on the screen, and laughed foolishly.

She seed unable to control her consciousness, mumbling these words she dared not say out loud while staring at the photo, completely unaware of Caron Grant’s shock at the mont.

"Thank you... for allowing to et you..." The mont Quinn Lockwood said this, her voice beca exceptionally faint.

She returned the phone to Caron Grant and then her head drooped, falling straight into Caron Grant’s embrace.

Caron Grant supported Quinn Lockwood; though he hadn’t sorted out his thoughts from her words just now, he still tightly held her in his arms.

Quinn Lockwood...

Is she really Quinn Lockwood?

The first feeling that flashed through his heart was joy.

Because Caron Grant could finally set aside the false sibling relationship, freely being with Quinn Lockwood.

The following feelings were shock, confusion, and pondering what truly happened to Savannah Lowell.

He glanced down at the dreaming Quinn Lockwood in his arms, with an unprecedented complex expression on his face.

In this situation, clearly he couldn’t question Quinn Lockwood now, only steady himself emotionally, intending to return and thoroughly examine that notebook.

Initially, Caron Grant thought various detailed events recorded inside were coincidentally similar to Savannah Lowell now.

Now looking back... the ridiculous and unbelievable idea that had been stirring in his heart all along, was actually true.

Caron Grant pocketed his phone, carefully lifted the sleeping Quinn Lockwood, and returned to The Lowell Family.

After examining the notebook no less than ten tis and comparing Quinn Lockwood and Savannah Lowell’s current appearances multiple tis, Caron Grant could almost confirm that from the mont Savannah Lowell returned a year ago calling him brother, she had already transford into Quinn Lockwood.

And just as Caron Grant confird Quinn Lockwood’s identity, the genuine individual, still carrying the scent of alcohol, drowsily opened her eyes.

"My head hurts." Quinn Lockwood furrowed her brows, raising her hand lightly tapping her forehead, struggling for a while before finally opening her eyes.

Strange, why does my head hurt like this?

Quinn Lockwood rolled over intending to grab her phone to check the ti, but just as her hand touched her phone, she suddenly sat up.

The Lowell Family?

She’s in her room at The Lowell Family.

Wait, what happened? How co she’s at ho now?

Quinn Lockwood looked around the familiar room, trying hard to recall the happenings of last night.

Because of Elias Sinclair and lody Shepherd’s issues she went out to drink, and then...

And then what?

She couldn’t seem to rember.

Quinn Lockwood quickly blinked, wrinkling her nose as the alcoholic scent wafted off herself.

The sll of alcohol was so strong; how much did she actually drink!

Quinn Lockwood picked up her phone, pressing the unlock button intending to check the current ti, but the screen was still black, showing no response at all.

Oh, broken?

After holding the power button for a while, a graphic indicating no battery appeared on the screen, leaving Quinn Lockwood helplessly pouting.

The phone’s out of battery!

She rummaged through her drawer to find the charger and plugged in her phone; a flash of an image embracing Caron Grant and sobbing briefly froze her in place.

Quinn Lockwood rembered now; she had drunk too much, was found and comforted by her brother, and finally brought back ho.

Hmm... roughly that’s what happened! The specifics she could not recall.

Due to the overly strong unpleasant sll of alcohol on both her hair and clothes, Quinn Lockwood took a shower before preparing to head off to the set.

Uh... although it was quite late now, fortunately there were no roles for Quinn Lockwood in the morning.

Quinn Lockwood unplugged her phone halfway through charging, turning it on showing several missed calls.

They should all be from the set; given the ti, they most likely contacted Sharon Shaw and knew she definitely wouldn’t make it this morning!

Thinking this way, Quinn Lockwood didn’t open the missed calls to view them one by one.

She went downstairs intending to have the servants prepare a simple breakfast and coffee and ended up seeing Caron Grant sitting on the sofa.

He was currently looking at his laptop, occasionally sliding the mouse with his fingertips; presumably not dealing with company matters.

"Brother, why aren’t you at the company yet?" Quinn Lockwood was slightly perplexed seeing Caron Grant not having left for the group yet.

According to her brother’s usual schedule, by this hour he would be at the company busy like Elias Sinclair, hardly ever remaining at ho.