Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 90: Friends

"But as long as you’re willing to learn and understand, cup by cup, little by little, anyone can master the art of tea appreciation, even if you don’t understand it at first." With that, she stood up and walked to the bookshelf behind her.

She took out a slightly yellowed notebook from the bottom shelf and handed it to Quinn Lockwood.

"These are so insights and techniques I accumulated back then. I don’t use them anymore, so I’m giving them to you."

Wendy Sherman looked at the cautious expression of the girl opposite her and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Back then, she also didn’t quite grasp or excel at acting.

The expression on this girl’s face was exactly like hers when she sought advice from her seniors.

"Mr. Sherman, are you really giving this to ?" Quinn Lockwood asked in disbelief.

She hugged the notebook to her chest, afraid Wendy Sherman might regret giving it away.

Seeing the girl’s actions, Mr. Sherman couldn’t help but smile, thinking how straightforward and sincere this child was, with her thoughts written all over her face.

"Of course it’s yours. At my age, do you think I still have ti to tease young girls like you?" She put away her smile and pretended to speak sternly.

"Yes, yes!" Quinn Lockwood quickly replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Sherman, you’re so kind." She touched the notebook again and gave her a silly smile.

"Oh, by the way!" As if she suddenly rembered sothing, Quinn Lockwood quickly sat up straight, looking serious.

"May I ask, if you and your co-star have had so disputes in the past, how do you avoid bringing that emotion into your acting during filming?"

"A good actor, when at work, no matter what emotions or even deep-seated grudges they have, won’t show them," Wendy Sherman said with piercing eyes, looking at the person in front of her.

She found it surprising that this question was even asked.

Then she smiled fondly and added, "Keep the emotions inside. Being able to face your adversary calmly is when you truly beco strong."

Quinn Lockwood ingrained these two sentences deeply into her mind, realizing that facing her adversary calmly would make her strong.

She was determined to do it.

Ariana Lynch, she will definitely face her calmly.

After a bit more inconsequential conversation, Quinn Lockwood stopped disturbing Wendy Sherman’s rest, got up, and left.

Todaysher certainly gained a huge ’wealth.’

No need to discuss her new project, and there were no scenes for her in "Raindrops on a Placid Lake" today, so Quinn Lockwood went straight ho.

Today she got ho early. Dad and Mom would surely be very happy, and she also wanted to quickly go through the notebook.

"Hey, Savannah Lowell, what a coincidence." A black Cayenne stopped in front of her.

Quinn Lockwood looked up, recognizing the familiar voice, and saw it was Dylan Quinn.

"Weren’t you at Wendy Sherman’s house for tutoring? Here to learn?" Dylan Quinn rolled down the window a bit more and looked at Quinn Lockwood, asking.

"Yes, I had so questions to ask." She smiled at Dylan Quinn.

"Where are you headed next? Co on, get in the car, I’ll give you a lift." Dylan Quinn, seeing her sincerity, smiled slightly.

"I’m heading ho, so I won’t trouble you. I’ll just take a cab." Quinn Lockwood didn’t want to trouble him, waved her hand, and quickly refused.

"It’s just a ride, no trouble at all." Although she refused so straightforwardly, Dylan Quinn felt a bit uneasy inside.

He continued, "If you reject , you’re really not treating as a friend."

Quinn Lockwood thought for a mont, realizing it was true. She’s known Dylan Quinn for a long ti, he’s helped her a lot, and he’s one of the few people who truly considers her a friend.

She didn’t refuse further, thanked him, and got into the car.

"Aren’t you with the crew filming?" Quinn Lockwood asked, as it was afternoon and Dylan Quinn should have been busy with the crew.

"Oh, just ca back from there," Dylan Quinn replied, "I have a fan eting tonight and need to return to the company to prepare for it, so I rushed back."

"I see," Quinn Lockwood responded but then didn’t know what else to say.

Dylan Quinn also remained silent, and the atmosphere between them beca slightly awkward.

"Really, thank you so much during this ti," Quinn Lockwood genuinely said after a while.

"For helping out with the reporters, clarifying the dance issue, and even teaching to act..."

Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

Throughout this ti, almost everyone was waiting to see her fail, but Dylan Quinn had always been there for her.

She looked at this young man who resolutely stood by her side when she was vulnerable and struggling.

His eyes were like a gentle mist of starlight, his fair skin would make girls envious, and his black hair shimred with a faint glow, with a hint of a smile always on his face.

How could soone be so good-looking? No wonder he was so popular.

"It’s nothing, just a small gesture," Dylan Quinn smiled faintly.

She used to be arrogant, selfish, and capricious. Could it be that she had faced so setbacks? She seed to have almost completely changed.

Dylan Quinn couldn’t figure it out.

Oh well, there’s no need to overthink it; after all, he quite liked Savannah’s current deanor and was happy to be her friend.

"We’re friends, right?" Dylan Quinn glanced at Quinn Lockwood through the rearview mirror.

Seeing her genuinely looking at him, he teased, "If you really want to thank , treat to sothing nice when you have the chance. Choose sothing expensive!"

"No problem!" Quinn Lockwood imdiately replied.

Dylan Quinn was surprised at how straightforwardly Quinn Lockwood answered and couldn’t help but shake his head.

This girl is really easy to fool.

Soon they arrived at The Lowell Residence.

"Thank you for bringing ho. See you later," Quinn Lockwood waved to Dylan Quinn, watched him leave, then turned and went inside.

"Ho so early today, is work all done?" Mr. Lowell was a bit surprised to see his daughter return so soon.

"Yes, Dad, nothing much to do today, so I thought I’d hurry back to spend ti with you and Mom." Quinn Lockwood approached her father, her voice incredibly soft.

"You really have grown, actually thinking about and your dad." Mrs. Lowell was practically overjoyed hearing her daughter’s response.

"Oh Mom, who else would I think of if not you both?" Quinn Lockwood sat beside Mrs. Lowell, teasing.

"Savannah, how’s everything with Elias? Are you thinking of moving back to The Sinclair Residence?" Mrs. Lowell looked at her daughter with concern.

Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but smile awkwardly upon hearing this.

She quickly collected herself and answered with a smile, "Of course not, I’m staying here with you and Dad."

Seeing the worried look on Mr. and Mrs. Lowell’s faces, she added, "I don’t like him anymore. We were just kids fooling around before, not serious at all."

"Savannah." Mrs. Lowell wanted to ask more.

Mr. Lowell interrupted, "This is her ho, she can stay as long as she wants."

"Dad, Mom, I’m serious. I really want to be with you both," Quinn Lockwood leaned on Mrs. Lowell’s shoulder, playfully, making her incredibly happy.

Upstairs, Caron Grant watched this scene, and his gentle eyes suddenly brimd with a hint of a smile, as if thinking of sothing.