Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 80: Something Strange

Perhaps it was because the falling lighting rig affected the filming equipnt, causing the video to go black and end abruptly.

Elias Sinclair watched all the content in the video intently.

What else could this woman be hiding from him?

It seed that since she jumped off the building, everything changed.

She moved out of the Sinclair Residence, took care of Caron in the hospital, deliberately distanced herself from him, humbly learned acting skills, learned to cook, and now she’s dancing, and even getting along well with many people in the crew.

One after another, these things were not things that the arrogant, jealous, and selfish Savannah Lowell would have done.

Watching Quinn Lockwood sit in front of the computer, feet swinging as she scrolled through comnts.

Elias Sinclair found her both unfamiliar and familiar, and he couldn’t help but look forward to her transformation.

What other surprises did she have in store? Elias Sinclair leaned back on the sofa, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Quinn Lockwood scrolled through the comnts.

"Oh my god, that’s Savannah Lowell, it really was her dancing!"

"Is that Savannah Lowell? She’s stunning!"

"So scary! If Savannah Lowell hadn’t discovered it in ti, it could have resulted in fatalities, the crew needs to step up their safety asures!"

"I knew Dylan Quinn wouldn’t support soone randomly, Dylan’s actions are righteous and just, support Dylan!"

Unlike before, the comnts were no longer harsh, and this ti her fans stood up for Quinn Lockwood.

Many people even left ssages on her and Dylan’s hopage, saying not only is she beautiful, but she dances wonderfully and is kind, and they are turning from critics to fans!

So even said that because of her beautiful dancing and saving people, they’re allowing her to collaborate with Dylan Quinn.

So even said Quinn Lockwood is a celestial being undergoing a mortal trial.

In an instant, her followers surged by nearly a hundred thousand, which, although not an explosive increase, was a significant improvent for Quinn.

The comnts weren’t completely supportive, though.

So people claid she was faking her persona, deliberately stirring up drama to gain favor, saying it was all an act.

But it didn’t affect Quinn’s mood at all; with so many people supporting her, she was practically overjoyed.

She continued to look at other posts, receiving many positive reviews as well.

Quinn Lockwood closed the computer, turned around to find her shoes, feeling the chill of barefooting for so long.

When she turned around, she noticed Elias Sinclair still sitting on the sofa.

"Oh, you’re still here, thank you for bringing this good news." Quinn Lockwood quickly slipped on her slippers.

Perhaps in an exceptionally good mood, even her attitude towards Elias Sinclair grew friendlier, and she gave him a radiant smile.

Seeing her like this, Elias Sinclair felt his heart skip a beat, and an unfamiliar feeling surged through him, making him uncomfortable.

Watching her smile so happily, he suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

His eyes flickered unintentionally, he nodded to Quinn Lockwood, then got up and left.

"What’s with that look?" Quinn Lockwood saw him turn sullen and slam the door a bit harshly, and she rolled her eyes big at his retreating figure.

However, she didn’t mind much, after all, she was in an excellent mood at the mont.

She spun around a few tis before lying on the bed.

Sleep!

The next day, Quinn Lockwood was awakened by Anna’s relentless calls.

"Miss Lowell, even though you were trending last night, you can’t start acting like a diva now." A sharp and anxious female voice ca from the phone.

"What’s up, Anna? I’m not filming until this afternoon." Quinn Lockwood turned over, snuggling her head into the blanket.

She’s been really exhausted these past few days.

"It’s an afternoon session, but did you forget there’s a company eting at ten o’clock!" Anna was nearly frantic, Miss Lowell’s forgetfulness was exasperating: "It’s almost nine o’clock, Miss, please try not to be too late, okay?"

"eting? Oh right, I’ll be there soon!" Quinn Lockwood quickly got up, damn, she was so busy with that dazzling dance these past few days that she forgot about the eting Anna had reminded her about several tis.

No ti to clean up thoroughly, Quinn Lockwood hastily freshened up and rushed downstairs.

Looks like she won’t have ti to explain to her grandfather; oh well, she’ll do that another ti. Anyway, the company isn’t too far, she shouldn’t be late.

"Madam, do you need a car prepared for you?" the butler asked, fearing she might trip in her rush.

Though Mrs. and Mr. Sinclair didn’t get along well, Savannah Lowell had always left an impression of being hard to handle, so the staff dared not neglect her.

"Yes, yes." If Quinn Lockwood walked out of Sinclair Group’s gates herself and then called a cab to the company, she’d probably be late.

"Just the most ordinary car will do."

"Yes, ma’am."

At 9:50, Quinn Lockwood arrived downstairs at the company.

She got off the car, instructed the driver to leave, then hurried to the eting room.

Still, everyone was already there except for Quinn Lockwood.

Anna glanced at her watch, looking exasperated: "Five minutes left, shall we start the eting first?"

Everyone else took a look at the ti and nodded in agreent.

Considering Savannah Lowell’s past behavior, she’d probably show up halfway through the eting again.

Can’t bla everyone for not respecting her; she always did her own thing, never punctual, and expected everyone to wait for her when she was late.

Just as they were about to announce the start of the eting, the conference room door swung open.

"Sorry everyone, just about made it." Quinn Lockwood walked in, slightly out of breath, and gave everyone an apologetic smile before quickly taking her seat.

Oh my god, has the sun risen from the west? It’s 9:56! Not only on ti, but even four minutes early.

Not just Anna, everyone present found it incredibly astounding.

"Sorry, sorry everyone, let’s start the eting." Quinn Lockwood nodded apologetically to everyone, noticing their incredulous expressions, and reminded them.

"Let’s start the eting, it’s about ti." Anna stood up from her chair and turned on the big screen.

Imdiately, an image appeared in front of them.

"This is what I discussed with Director Lynch, regarding Savannah Lowell’s upcoming itinerary," Anna tapped her nails and spoke: "So of the engagents hold equal importance, so we have to make choices, let’s discuss."

Quinn Lockwood looked at the screen’s choices: attending a dance program as a judge, judging a singer selection contest, an acting skills assessnt for new actors, and various other variety shows...