Chapter 250: Chapter 250

Since this morning’s photoshoot for the final styling shot, they sensed something was off between these two people.

However, they’d rather risk offending Quinn Lockwood than Ariana Lynch.

Even though they’re not exactly old, they’ve been mingling in this chaotic film crew for years, and they’ve seen all kinds of people.

This Miss Lynch is definitely not as gentle and virtuous as she appears on the surface.

"Wow, it’s a five-star Owens Hotel!" The bus stopped in front of a luxurious high-end five-star hotel, and the crew walked into the opulent lobby, each awestruck with envy.

Led by the waitstaff, everyone entered the luxurious VIP private room, and those who had never been to such a high-class restaurant couldn’t help but marvel.

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"Even the tablecloth is made of deer velvet fabric! My goodness!"

Ariana Lynch took in everyone’s expressions, slightly raising her chin with an air of pride and arrogance.

She clapped her hands to signal the waiter to start serving the dishes, then sat down next to Dylan Quinn.

"I never imagined we’d work together again. This toast is to you, wishing us a happy collaboration," Ariana Lynch offered, holding up a tall glass to Dylan Quinn, her red lips curling slightly with a touch of feminine charm.

Dylan Quinn was sitting there somewhat absent-minded, without taking the glass from Ariana Lynch’s hand.

With a trace of worry and irritation in his eyes, Dylan Quinn said rather coldly, "I have something else to do and can’t have dinner with everyone."

"I’m sorry, Miss Lynch, I have to drive later, so I can’t drink."

The man then stood up and left, his clear eyes darkening like the night, exuding a hint of chill.

Ariana Lynch’s hand, suspended in mid-air, stiffened, and her smile froze on her face.

A cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as she slammed the glass onto the table with force, drawing the crew’s attention to her side.

To think he refused her toast in front of so many people.

I bet this Dylan Quinn wants to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!

Ariana Lynch’s delicate eyebrows knitted together, her usually gentle and warm face turning cold and eerie with anger.

Everyone exchanged glances and couldn’t help but shiver.

The first thing Dylan Quinn did after leaving the hotel was call Quinn Lockwood.

"Savannah, where are you now?"

"Me? I just left the set and am planning to head home. Did something happen?" Quinn Lockwood was standing by the roadside, intending to hail a taxi, and upon receiving Dylan Quinn’s call, thought he had something urgent.

Dylan Quinn’s tense expression had already relaxed, and his crisp voice was softly pleasant to hear: "Then don’t move, I’ll come pick you up right away, and we can go out for a meal together."

Quinn’s round eyes brightened instantly at the mention of going out for food, and she was filled with energy.

Because Dylan Quinn always manages to take her to enjoy those delightful treats hidden in corners.

In less than five minutes, Dylan Quinn’s car pulled up in front of Quinn Lockwood.

The handsome man rolled down the window and waved, signaling for Quinn to get in.

"Where are we going to eat, is it the secret base again?" Quinn asked while fastening her seatbelt.

Dylan shook his head with a mysterious smile and said, "Today I’m taking you to a new base!"

The car slowly drove to a place resembling a food street, and Dylan Quinn parked in front of a modestly sized food stall named "Reverie."

"Wow," Quinn Lockwood said as she entered the food stall and her eyes were immediately drawn to a shelf filled with various drinks, with a pool table further inside.

A semi-transparent glass door separated the dining area, and Quinn couldn’t help but marvel—it’s compact but complete.

"Is this really a food stall? It looks like it from the outside, but the inside is... quite different!" Quinn Lockwood appraised the restaurant’s decor, distracted by trendy quotes and amusing stories on the walls.

Dylan, watching Quinn’s graceful profile, his clear eyes shining brighter, and his lips subtly curving up, said, "It is indeed a food stall, but... it’s a food stall for young people, you see."

"After 10 o’clock, it turns into a mini nightclub, where famous local disco bands and DJs gather."

"Whether you want food, drinks, or music and dance, this place has it all."

Quinn’s eyes widened, clearly surprised.

Food, drinks, singing, dancing...

Thanks to Dylan, the manager signaled for a waiter to lead them to a seat near the stage in the front row.

Scanning around, Quinn noticed that the diners in the restaurant were all young people.

After ordering some food and drinks, Quinn checked her watch, her expression slightly dimming.

"It’s not even eight o’clock yet, but I’m already eager to see what it’s like after ten."

Dylan gently tapped Quinn’s forehead with his hand, his lips curling up slightly, his eyes and brows full of tender laughter.

Maybe afraid that Quinn would notice his obvious affection, Dylan slightly lowered his gaze, toned down some of his expression, and said lightly: "Don’t be so impatient, just enjoy the delicious food in front of you."

Dylan placed a peeled shrimp into Quinn’s bowl, his handsome features relaxing under the room’s light.

Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Quinn couldn’t help but swallow, then picked up her chopsticks and began enjoying the food.

Knowing she’d need to save room for drinks later, Quinn ate until she was about seventy to eighty percent full, then reclined in her chair and chatted idly with Dylan.

The two were laughing and chatting, and before long, the restaurant’s lights switched to dim, multicolored spotlights.

Then came the rhythmic disco music, as several waiters in tailcoats pulled back the red cloth covering the stage, revealing drums, electric guitars, DJ turntables, and other instruments to everyone’s view.

"Good evening dear friends, welcome to our little Reverie corner, now let’s raise our hands and get excited with the rhythm!"

The DJ’s voice was deep and powerful, and as his words ended, the loud, rhythmic music filled the air, and the people in the hall began to sway to the beat with their glasses raised.

"Waiter, more drinks," Quinn snapped her fingers, and soon all kinds of beers and cocktails lined up in several rows on the table.

Brilliant lights illuminated people’s faces, and amid the hustle and bustle, the faint scent of alcohol in the air seemed, driven by the music, to possess the power to make one forget worries and stress.