Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 96: Aggrieved

You can’t make it exactly the sa. You could say that makeup, instead of enhancing, actually covered up the girl’s delicate elegance, adding a touch of matured charm.

Looking at the girl’s clear brows and beautiful eyes, her elegant and refined face, Wendy made a bold decision.

Go completely makeup-free!

In accordance with the advertisent’s the requirents, the artist’s appearance needed to be natural and delicate, serene and natural. Isn’t this Quinn Lockwood just bare-faced! So why bother with additional makeup?

An extrely light dust of loose powder was applied, Wendy then inford Quinn that she was good to go.

Looking at her completely makeup-free self in the mirror, Quinn felt her face truly suited the the.

Wendy is indeed impressive. An average makeup artist, even if they had this thought, probably wouldn’t dare to actually leave it untouched like her.

And as the other staff mbers saw this, they thought Wendy didn’t approve of Quinn either, so she was deliberately making things difficult, and stopped holding back their comnts.

"She’s just flaunting a bit of her looks and dares to cling to Mr. Sinclair. Who knows what kind of shady thods she used to beco the ambassador."

"Exactly, you see Mr. Sinclair totally ignores her, yet she’s shaless to co to the company every day."

...

Quinn felt extrely wronged hearing these words.

What does it an by shady thods to beco the ambassador? It was Elias Sinclair who inexplicably insisted on signing her, it was President Sinclair who invited her here, okay?

Besides, she’s working. How is she supposed to work if she doesn’t co to the company?

Kevin heard these words too. He feared Quinn might get angry and just leave, so he hurried over to question his subordinates if they had too much leisure ti, urging them to quickly go and adjust the equipnt.

It’s not that Quinn wasn’t angry, she just didn’t bother to retaliate. At this critical period, she couldn’t afford to stir any trouble that might cause annoyance. Besides, it was Savannah Lowell’s past behavior that has left such an impression on everyone.

Let’s just say Elias Sinclair owes her a favor. She’ll endure this grievance, then later work hard during the shoot, and give these people a slap!

The outfit was tried on again; Wendy picked out so suitable suits for Quinn, and that marked the end of the day’s schedule.

Because work starts quite early the next day, arrangents were made for her to stay at a company-owned deluxe five-star hotel, located conveniently near the shooting location, ready to start work once she steps out.

Quinn was not keen on shuffling back and forth either, figuring she could get so rest and energy replenishnt tonight, so she didn’t refuse.

A luxurious hot shower, then Quinn nestled onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.

Not just physically drained, but emotionally spent too.

She had to juggle relationships with Elias, Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, Caron Grant, and Dylan Quinn, her grudges; her work, facing all kinds of external slanders and insults, along with assorted mundane tasks ahead...

She was too tired, desperately wishing she’d wake up suddenly and be back in childhood.

Back to carefree days with her mom, those happy tis holding hands with Jonah Hansen.

Jonah Hansen... she almost forgot there was Jonah Hansen, the jerk she once blindly liked sincerely!

Until she felt a sharp pain, Quinn snapped out of her trance of mories, unknowingly biting her lip open.

A tallic tang spread in her mouth, reminiscent of the night she taphorically ’died’.

No longer could she stand it, she rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

"Urgh~" It was nauseating to death.

After brushing her teeth several tis and rinsing her mouth thoroughly, Quinn lay back on the bed again.

This ti, she stopped overthinking and quickly fell into sleep.

"Elias Sinclair, get lost..." Quinn smacked her lips, apparently talking in her sleep.

And our Boss Sinclair, astonishingly didn’t go ho tonight, instead staying right next door to Quinn.

The justified reason: This project is of utmost importance, and he plans to personally supervise first thing in the morning.

"Chicken wings, and popcorn chicken... put them down for !" Quinn spoke a dream statent rather loudly, then she woke up.

Indeed, awoke by hunger, she had almost gone a day without eating!

The Sinclair Group is a vast enterprise, yet nobody thought to ask if she’d eaten, being so busy the whole day!

A waiter had knocked on her door to inquire earlier in the evening, but Quinn slept so soundly like a pig, didn’t hear a thing.

"Hey, KFC, I want..." Quinn rattled off a lot of things; at this mont, she felt she could eat an entire chicken.

After hanging up, she felt no trace of sleepiness, eager about soon getting the delicious food, filled with joy.

She tread bare feet on the carpet, tossed on the music, and started spinning around.

Roughly ten minutes later, a knock ca at the door.

That was fast, Quinn quickly dashed to open the door, calling in a bellhop tone: "Yay~ Coming, dear guest, please hold on~"

As soon as she opened the door, Quinn froze, hastily shutting it again with a slam.

Was it an illusion of her seeing things?

Outside the door, besides the waiter bringing the takeaway, there was Elias!

Quinn paused for roughly five seconds before opening the door again.

However, she saw Elias once more, just about to close the door again, Elias caught the door suddenly.

Only to watch Elias take the food from the waiter and signal him to leave, then walked straight in after pushing the door open.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, noting Elias wearing sophisticated-looking dark blue pajamas, realizing he was also staying at the hotel.

"I’m here to supervise your work first thing tomorrow morning." Elias examined the KFC al on the table with extre distaste.

A choice to bypass the excellent five-star chef and opt for such a thing.

Observing his expression and hearing his response, Quinn couldn’t help but give him a significant eye roll.

"So why are you here?" Quinn stepped back a pace, looking up in inquiry.

"In the dead of night, a single man and woman alone in a room; if that spreads around, I wouldn’t care, but your reputation, Mr. Sinclair, would be ruined."

Quinn’s face was filled with sarcasm, her tone naturally laced with biting irony.

"Simply because soone is awake and playing music in the dead of night." Elias glanced at the speaker still playing swan music.

Spotting the girl ahead wearing a white off-shoulder sleep dress, revealing her fair, graceful neck and shoulders, barefoot on the carpet, resembling a pure, noble swan.

Hearing the swan music from the speaker and noticing Elias’s gaze judged her, Quinn thought he had ridiculed her.

Her face flushed, and she hurried to turn off the music.

The room suddenly quieted down, seemingly capable of hearing each other’s breathing.

"Ahem, Mr. Sinclair, perhaps you should head back if there’s nothing else? After all, it’s late, and it wouldn’t look good if soone sees, plus gossip might spread." Quinn felt sowhat awkward, wishing Elias would leave, she yearned to fully enjoy her food.