Chapter 157: Chapter 157

Dylan had the safety officer bandage both of Quinn Lockwood’s hands and insisted on wrapping them thickly to prevent any movement that might cause the wounds to reopen. He even forbade her from making any kind of movement.

Quinn Lockwood looked at her hands, wrapped up like pig’s trotters, and felt quite helpless.

The island had no modern kitchen tools, so they could only use the most primitive methods for cooking. The two failed teams had no idea how to live or build a structure, and they were frantically running around in circles.

"I say, are you all planning to drag this out until morning? We haven’t eaten all day, and you haven’t even found the ingredients yet. Are you intentionally delaying?" Sylvia Lawson sat leisurely on a cushion, applying hand cream, her face full of disdain as she looked at the few people setting up the stove. Thıs content belongs to novel⁂fire.net

Who knows how long they’ll be stuck in this broken place? The sun and wind have dried out her skin, and there’s nothing in this wilderness. How is this a place where people can live!

Looking at Quinn Lockwood and a bunch of younger folks chatting and laughing, Sylvia’s rosy lips almost curled to the ground. How degrading, chatting with just anyone.

Quinn Lockwood was surrounded by a group of younger folks and some show crew members. Everyone now really liked this pretty sister who was not delicate or pretentious but rather full of boyfriend energy. Some people even borrowed a pen from the director for Quinn to sign autographs for them.

Sylvia Lawson stayed on the side by herself partly because she didn’t want to lower herself to stay with these younger folks, but mostly because everyone preferred chatting with Quinn and simply ignored her.

Catching a glimpse of the frantic failed group, Quinn Lockwood showed a worried expression and quickly went over to help them. Since Quinn was the first to successfully complete the task, she only needed to rest quietly afterward.

The few people couldn’t believe she was willing to help. Quinn might not have lived under such conditions before, but she often did various chores with her mother in the past and participated in similar simplified social practice activities at school. So, she had a little experience.

"This needs to be pressed in from the sides." Quinn patiently and gently explained to the few people. Just as she was about to reach out to grab something, she realized with her ’pig trotter’ hands, she couldn’t grab anything.

"Savannah, let me do it. You just need to tell us what to do." A young girl just bent down to pick up the frame from the ground when a fair, slender hand picked it up first.

Smelling the fragrance of gardenia, Quinn looked up and saw Dylan’s warm and friendly smile.

"I’m also curious about how it’s set up, so I came to help." Dylan’s fair, handsome face was tinged with the golden glow of the sunset, and his fine strands of hair gently danced with the breeze, creating a mesmerizing arc, making people momentarily dazed.

With Quinn’s guidance and Dylan and the others’ operation, the cooking utensils were quickly set up. As the sky grew darker, everyone hadn’t eaten all day and really didn’t have the energy to find more ingredients.

After a moment of thought, Quinn snapped her fingers: "Carrots! Don’t we have a box of carrots?"

Everyone suddenly realized upon hearing her words. The director and producer exchanged glances and nodded in satisfaction.

Indeed, apart from today’s pulled carrots, there were no other edible ingredients arranged.

"Just this? Can’t we look for something else!" Sylvia furrowed her brows, showing a disappointed and irritated expression: "Aren’t we going to hunt some game or pick some fruits? Carrots are barely edible for her; she hates eating carrots the most.

Quinn maintained her indifferent expression, feeling slightly annoyed. This Sylvia does nothing and still acts like a pampered princess, constantly picking faults.

The nice, relaxed atmosphere was disrupted by her, so Quinn pursed her thin lips: "If you want to eat some wild game or fruits, go find them with your partner. We only take responsibility for cooking what we’ve found. Does someone want abalone and lobster, and should we dive into the sea for that?"

Such a reasonable comment left Sylvia speechless. She forced a smile, struggling to contain her anger: "Savannah, why are you being so fierce? Can’t a person ask a simple question without you getting mad?"

"Mm." Quinn couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to people like her. If it weren’t for being in the same company, she would have already put her in her place.

Sylvia looked in her direction, a strange glint in her eyes.

Finally, with everyone’s joint effort, the carrot soup was ready. A group of people gathered around the campfire, chatting and laughing warmly. Quinn hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long time.

Quinn wanted to remove the bandage on her hand to serve the soup but was stopped by Dylan.

"You’re not allowed to move anymore. Let me do it all." Dylan scooped up a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it, and brought it to Quinn’s lips.

Quinn was taken aback, her almond eyes flashed with surprise. She was about to raise her hand to refuse, but Dylan’s stern gaze intimidated her. Seeing the thin layer of coldness in his eyes, why did it feel a bit like... Elias Sinclair?

"Wow, look at Dylan and Savannah, so sweet."

"Yes, yes, Dylan is handsome and gentle, perfect for someone as cheerful, generous, and beautiful as Savannah." A few younger folks watched the two, their smiles more radiant one after another.

After dinner, as everyone chatted happily together, a few younger people spontaneously began dancing the latest choreography they had rehearsed, cheering on by Quinn for their handsome and coordinated performance.

Sylvia’s gaze fell on Quinn’s hands, her lips curled up in a smile as she walked over and sat down: "Savannah, I remember you can dance too. How about showing us a dance, please?"

This coquettish and charming tone made Quinn frown, but under the commotion of the younger folks, she reluctantly agreed.

She removed the bandage from her hands, stood up, and did a few warm-up exercises. Lowering her almond eyes slightly, her jade-like hands moved gently, every move was enchanting.

The island’s moon was particularly round and bright, with a soft light draping over her, enveloping her in a faint aura, as if she were a celestial being descended to the earth.

The photographer was momentarily stunned, and the nearby director quickly coughed, nudging and making a "what are you staring at, hurry and film" expression.

Sylvia pretended to stand up to applaud, secretly kicked a pebble forward. Just as Quinn was about to step on it, a few cracking sounds came from the side, and Quinn immediately stopped moving and looked towards the source.