Chapter 102: Chapter 102

"Of course I’ll go," Quinn Lockwood replied.

Soon, she received a reply from Dylan: "Alright, see you in the afternoon."

If it weren’t for her stomach protesting, she probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed anytime soon.

Hastily tidying up, Quinn headed downstairs to the restaurant to have ’morning lunch’.

"A sardine sushi and a mocha, please," Quinn ordered, then stared idly out the window.

The window faced a fruit tree downstairs; she was counting the fruits one by one when a proud male voice came from behind her.

"What’s so interesting out there?" The rebellious black-haired boy leaned over to look out the window, didn’t find anything interesting, then sat across from Quinn and teased, "Who are you thinking about?"

Seeing it was Ethan, Quinn wore a look of disdain. This sly and venomous guy—she was too lazy to bicker with him, and she wouldn’t gain much from it anyway. But she didn’t want to let it slide easily, so she replied, "Thinking of you."

Seeing him almost choke on his own saliva, she added, "Truly, it’s like we’re telepathically connected. As soon as I thought of you, you showed up."

"You really are relentless," Ethan said, his face full of black lines. He waved for a waiter, ordered a simple Western meal, and then joined Quinn in gazing out at the fruit tree.

"This fruit tree is quite nice. I’ll be sure to take my camera down and shoot a few good pictures," Ethan, perhaps due to his professional eye, always managed to find the unique beauty in various things.

Quinn gave him a side-eye but didn’t engage much with him.

Looking at Quinn, Ethan thought she was quite similar to him in many ways.

"Hey, how old are you, Savannah Lowell?"

"Why? I don’t need a little brother."

"Are you a yapper? I’m talking nicely, yet you’re snapping at me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll make things difficult for you at work later?" The boy was utterly speechless toward the girl in front of him. He already regarded Quinn as a friend because, up till now, he hadn’t met many people who could render him speechless with their retorts.

"If the work gets delayed, I’ll just tell Elias Sinclair that you were deliberately giving me trouble." At that moment, their breakfast arrived. Quinn gave him a glance, spat out her threat fiercely, and then buried her head to focus on her meal. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel-fire.ɴet

"You’re ruthless." He retorted just as fiercely.

After finishing their meal, the two went back to tidy up and then headed to the company, coincidentally running into Dylan downstairs.

"Hi, Dylan, are you waiting for someone here? Why not go up?" Quinn asked, thinking he was waiting for his manager.

"Waiting for you. I saw your name wasn’t on the sign-in sheet, so I knew you hadn’t arrived yet and decided to wait a bit," Dylan smiled at Quinn and extended a polite hand to Ethan, who stood by.

"Hello, Mr. Ethan, I’m Dylan, it’s a pleasure to collaborate with you."

Ethan cooperated with a handshake, treating him completely differently than he did Quinn.

"Dylan, shall we?" Quinn tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to head upstairs, then walked alongside him, "How long have you been waiting? If I’d known, I would’ve come earlier."

Completely ignoring Ethan’s presence...

Ethan gulped hard from behind, watching the two chat enthusiastically, rolling his eyes several times. Seeing Dylan seemed to unleash Quinn’s wild, unbridled spirit—it made him awfully happy.

Well, it looks like he’ll have to lend Sinclair a hand anyway.

Once the three arrived, the meeting began. The meeting’s specific process wasn’t much different from the one a couple of days ago, except the key points were re-explained to Dylan.

Also, Ethan and the planning team instructed the two on how to cooperate and convey a certain emotion.

Joyce Kramer naturally participated in this meeting, as her main responsibility was to communicate and liaise promptly with Dylan’s manager and report the shooting progress to Elias Sinclair.

After the meeting concluded, the group rushed to the shooting location for the first test shot.

Kevin and Dylan’s manager were already well-prepared on site.

"Where’s Anna? Didn’t she come with you?" Dylan asked curiously, seeing that Quinn was alone the whole time.

"Her? Since this is being shot at The Sinclair Group, plus with Kevin helping me, she figured she’d be of no use here, so she stayed behind to manage other artists," Quinn replied.

It was better for her that Anna didn’t come along, so she could do whatever she wanted without Anna causing trouble, which was precisely what Quinn wished for.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Dylan nodded reassuringly, and the two went about preparing for the upcoming shoot.

Feeling the lingering gaze upon her, Quinn glanced around to find Elias standing by the studio, looking at her with a cold, indifferent expression.

Right, she hadn’t properly thanked him for the last time. Now wasn’t the right time with so many people around—better to find another opportunity.

This test shoot was overly tense because of Elias’s presence; all the employees became extremely nervous, working meticulously with their heads down. However, with Joyce’s presence, everyone felt somewhat comforted.

Ethan decided to start by shooting a few couple photo portraits of Dylan and Quinn. The stylist selected matching outfits for the two, a mix of pale blue and pure white couple attire.

Dylan wore a light blue shirt, with a white T-shirt underneath, paired with ash-gray slim-fit casual pants, which from afar, made hearts flutter.

Quinn donned a pale blue knee-length dress, adorned with an ash-gray belt, making her appear pure and adorable, the kind of person who invites careful protection.

They exchanged smiles, the boy gently lifted the hand adorned with a red diamond ring, and planted a soft kiss.

Click, click—the aesthetically pleasing scene was caught by Ethan, whose serious face bore a hint of satisfaction.

"Getting into the scene so quickly—they truly are the right choice," Ethan silently praised himself.

Standing at a distance, Elias saw Dylan and Quinn holding hands, their faces replete with joyous smiles, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing Elias’s furrowed brow and the intimate scene between the two, Joyce was exceptionally pleased.

Recommending Dylan was indeed the right move; she always knew Quinn would never remain content, eating from one bowl while eyeing the pot. Seeing her act , President Sinclair would surely detest her.

"Go get the computer; I need to review some documents," Elias instructed Joyce.

"Alright." It seemed President Sinclair wouldn’t leave anytime soon, which was just as well, allowing him to witness Quinn’s disgraceful acts.

Elias indeed sat there, beginning to look through various documents.