Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 98: They All Ridicule Her

The girl hurriedly opened the door, not having ti to pay attention to Elias Sinclair, and directly dashed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and quickly washed her face. She didn’t bother with unnecessary things, clutching her clothes as she changed in the bathroom.

Elias Sinclair impatiently rubbed his fingers. This woman slept like a pig. Did he really need to get a personal assistant to wake her up every day?

"Okay, okay, sorry, I slept too deeply and didn’t hear the alarm."

Quinn Lockwood casually slipped into an avocado-colored dress, with her face bare of any makeup, and her hair loosely tied up. Though a bit languid, she still exuded a relaxed and youthful energy.

"Mm." His tone was still as indifferent as usual, as if the minor discord between the two of them re hours ago had never occurred.

The man wore a well-tailored high-end dark blue suit, paired with a pristine custom-made white shirt, accentuating his cold, aloof air.

Standing together, one was lively, cheerful, kind, and generous, while the other was cool, decisive, and proud.

They complented each other perfectly in personality. With his handsoness and her beauty, anyone unaware of the situation seeing the two walking side by side would think they were a perfect match and couldn’t help but keep staring.

"Let’s go then." Knowing Elias Sinclair was growing impatient, Quinn Lockwood imdiately headed for the door. Seeing him unmoving, she thought he didn’t want to leave with her. She glanced back at him before continuing forward.

"I need to go to the office to handle so matters. While I’m away, Kevin will be fully in charge." Elias Sinclair’s voice ca from behind, and as Quinn Lockwood was about to turn and give an "okay" gesture, she saw he was just a few steps away behind her.

Upon reaching downstairs, there was indeed Kevin in view.

"President Sinclair, Miss Lowell," Kevin respectfully greeted.

Elias Sinclair nodded in response and then asked, "Is everything set up at the venue?"

"Everything’s ready."

Elias Sinclair nodded once more, glanced at his watch, and then departed.

Quinn Lockwood went to the photography studio with Kevin.

As usual, everyone warmly greeted Kevin, but when they looked toward Quinn, their expressions turned disdainful.

"Oh, you’re here?" Ethan was lounging on a single-seater sofa, fussing with the cara in his hands. When he saw Quinn Lockwood arrive, he tilted his head slightly to appraise her.

"Wow, not bad, simple and casual. Even barefaced, she looks clean and attractive." Ethan’s eyes lit up as he sincerely complinted.

Quinn Lockwood gave him a perfunctory smile, then turned to greet Wendy, the makeup artist. This was seen by an employee adjusting the photographer’s equipnt, who assud Quinn was trying to flatter Wendy to get made up nicer.

"Sit, I’ll give you basic skincare and tidy up your hair a bit." Wendy, seeing Quinn not being arrogant despite Ethan’s complints, had a slightly changed opinion of her.

"Okay, thank you," Quinn replied politely and then sat in the chair.

Kevin arranged for a staff mber to hand out breakfast. Quinn, worried about getting sleepy during the shoot, inquired about coffee, much to her surprise, receiving a sarcastic reply from the other person.

"Sorry, Miss Lowell, this is all we have. Would you like to go buy it for you now?"

Quinn, no fool, sighed helplessly and waved it off, signaling she didn’t need it. The disgruntled employee put down the breakfast and left.

These people were really exasperating. They didn’t know the truth of the matter, relying on prejudice and partial understanding to treat soone poorly.

Not in the mood to eat, Quinn took a few sips of porridge before letting the stylist handle her hair.

"Look at her, she really acts like a big shot. Earlier, she almost had go buy her coffee," the staff mber grumbled to Ivy, a colleague.

"Yeah, did you see her attitude, barely acknowledging Mr. Davis, thinking herself all that?" Grace quickly chid in with a murmur.

Through the mirror, Quinn saw the three of them huddled together, their eyes occasionally glancing her way. She could easily guess they were bad-mouthing her.

It was so damn unjust. She didn’t understand what she did wrong. Ever since she arrived here yesterday, people had been speaking ill of her without even knowing her. So even openly mocked her.

Was it because of Savannah Lowell and Elias Sinclair? But she, Quinn Lockwood, had done nothing to warrant this. She treated everyone courteously, so why were they still being this way?

"Can we start now, Savannah Lowell?" Ethan seeing the styling done, but Quinn still sitting lost in thought on the chair, shook his lifted leg and called to her from across the room.

"Ah, coming," Quinn raised her head to look at her appearance.

No one had inford her she was ready. Glancing back at Ethan, despite his lazy and carefree facade, he was indeed a nice guy.

"Alright, get started then," Ethan yawned, then lazily addressed Kevin.

"All departnts ready, shooting will comnce soon, countdown 3, 2, 1."

With the countdown complete, the studio instantly lit up with various colored lights and the buzzing of machines.

"We’ll do a photo shoot first this morning, and the ad video filming in the afternoon," Ethan inford Quinn. Once in work mode, all traces of his earlier idleness and laxness disappeared; he was utterly serious.

"Okay," Quinn solemnly nodded, stepping into the center space.

"Focus on the necklace, you know the required style, right? Don’t need to guide you in posing, do you?" Ethan said while adjusting the cara between test shots.

Looking at Ethan’s serious deanor and tone, Quinn was sowhat struck by his rigorous professionalism, akin to a top-tier photographer’s deanor.

"I understand, I’ll start now." Not daring to slack off, Quinn got into character.

Seeing Ethan no longer speak but instead focus on the screen, Kevin signaled the staff.

The wind machine blew through the girl’s sleek, shiny black hair and graceful, flowing skirt, filling the space with a youthful, aromatic atmosphere.

Observing her raise her hand, gently playing with the hair on her neck, the red hexagram diamond necklace highlighted the girl’s fair and delicate neck against her playful deanor, exuding vibrant energy.

Ethan was exceedingly pleased, unexpectedly finding Quinn Lockwood quite talented. He wanted to capture more shots, so he said, "Good, keep it up, tilt your neck a bit more."

Just as Ethan felt everything was going perfectly, Quinn suddenly closed her eyes.