Chapter 314: Chapter 314

Joyce Kramer bit her lip hard, a cold gleam instantly flashing across her eyes.

Savannah Lowell, I can beg you, but I just don’t know if you can handle it.

Meanwhile, after collecting the promotional script, Quinn Lockwood returned to the set to film the remaining part of the movie.

It was unclear if Joyce Kramer was afraid that her secretary position would be replaced by Kevin, but she was practically doing her utmost to "invite" Quinn Lockwood to be the spokesperson.

Joyce Kramer obtained Quinn Lockwood’s daily itinerary from Anna. At three different times every day—morning, noon, and evening—she would be wherever Quinn Lockwood was, bringing her the favorite meals from Succulent restaurant.

"Miss Lowell, today I’ve brought you a salmon set, low calorie, high protein, meeting your requirements." Placing the exquisitely packed lunch box on the table, Joyce Kramer’s gentle face remained calm, revealing no emotion.

Quinn Lockwood was sitting in a chair memorizing her lines. Seeing Joyce Kramer come over with food again, she swiftly raised her gaze.

She was now somewhat regretting.

Originally, she thought Joyce Kramer was the kind of proud business elite who wouldn’t beg for anything under any circumstances. So, she made the statement that she’d shoot the endorsement ad as soon as Joyce begged her.

But... but this had been going on for three or four days now. Joyce the secretary was sending her delicacies for every meal, every day. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone misunderstood them as a couple.

"My movie currently lacks only the final scene; it will be finished filming this afternoon."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow morning at eight o’clock sharp, I will definitely be at your company to report. Could you please send me the filming script later when you go back?"

Quinn Lockwood looked at the lunch box on the table and sighed deeply to herself: Ugh, this is not gourmet food; it’s practically a fateful entanglement!

"I’ll send it to your agent."

"For safety reasons, both parties need to sign a contract." Joyce, with lowered eyes, took out a document and a pen from her bag, placing them in front of Quinn.

Quinn Lockwood paused slightly, picking up the document.

Collaborator agreement terms?

Just what does it mean?

With a great suspicion lingering in her heart, Quinn Lockwood opened the document, and her eyes were met with only two simple terms:

1. Party A group will guarantee Party B collaborator’s funds, security, and various comfort needs absolutely.

2. Party B collaborator will absolutely guarantee the successful completion of product endorsement filming requirements.

"Is that all?" Quinn Lockwood’s eyes widened, looking at Joyce Kramer in surprise, even suspecting her of having brought the wrong document.

"That’s all, sign it." A trace of impatience flashed over Joyce Kramer’s face, but it soon disappeared. The source of this content ɪs novelFirｅ.net

Quinn Lockwood still felt something was not quite right. She meticulously checked the front, back, left, and right sides of the folder, ensuring no special terms as small as sesame seeds, difficult to detect with a normal view, were present before signing her name in relief.

"I hope you keep your word and arrive at the company on time tomorrow to prepare for the shooting." Joyce Kramer took the file away, returning to her elegant demeanor at the company.

Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, raised three fingers, and made a gesture as if taking an oath, indicating her guarantee.

And as Joyce Kramer was leaving, Quinn couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Ha, what is it that this Secretary Kramer is afraid of? That I won’t keep my word?

After filming her movie scenes, Quinn Lockwood specially called Nina Sinclair, confirming that Elias Sinclair hadn’t returned home yet, and only then dared to go back.

She had heard Joyce talk about the advertisement matter for several days now. She didn’t want to hear Elias discuss it with her when she returned.

To prevent Joyce Kramer or Elias Sinclair’s other troublesome admirers from causing her trouble, Quinn Lockwood arrived at the Sinclair Group before eight o’clock the next day.

After meeting the person in charge of this project, her assistant took Quinn Lockwood to participate in the advertising campaign execution meeting.

"Secretary Kramer, isn’t Mr. Sinclair here?" Quinn Lockwood searched around but didn’t see Elias Sinclair.

It’s strange; according to Elias Sinclair’s way of doing things, he would certainly attend this meeting to cause trouble for her.

Joyce Kramer turned another page of the project plan in her hand, her eyes lowered with a slightly awkward gleam, but her tone remained as serene as water: "The gentleman is very busy; he has no time to care about such trifles."

"I advise you to give up."

"Although you look very pretty, with the gentleman’s status and position, he definitely wouldn’t like a woman who is only beautiful on the outside but lacks soul and talent."

After speaking, Joyce lifted her gaze to glance at Quinn, the corner of her mouth curving slightly into a trace of contempt.

"Oh." Quinn Lockwood responded blandly, raising her head to seriously watch the projection screen, saying no more.

Though Quinn Lockwood appeared attentive to the meeting, her peripheral vision kept subtly sweeping over Joyce Kramer.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, truly ridiculous.

If Joyce saw Elias Sinclair’s interactions with her on a variety show, and the recent hot topic of the dinner couple, she’d be fuming mad.

She even slightly suspected that Joyce was more occupied with work than Elias, not even having time to glance at X or the news.

Among Elias Sinclair’s admirers, Quinn Lockwood most admired Joyce Kramer.

Not only was she beautiful and poised, but her knowledge also ranked highly.

Her only shortcoming was that she was too naive, failing to understand the essence beyond appearances.

From the end of the meeting to the makeup trial shoot at the studio, Quinn Lockwood hadn’t seen Elias Sinclair appear.

The ad script for this endorsement, to match the minimalist design of this diamond ring, was decidedly simple.

Quinn Lockwood donned a pure white sheer dress and sat on a white long bench, her slender fingers placed together, with an eight-star diamond ring dazzling on her right middle finger.

In the camera, the girl sometimes covered her mouth to giggle, sometimes clasped her hands in prayer, wishing to grow old hand in hand with her beloved person.

When her hands were clasped in prayer, Quinn Lockwood slowly closed her eyes, and inexplicably... a drowsy sensation surged suddenly.

Quinn Lockwood yawned broadly, blurting out: "So sleepy."

"Uh... sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it." Quinn quickly covered her mouth, glancing around awkwardly, only to see Joyce’s stern face staring at her.

Quinn’s heart skipped; she felt that Joyce’s expression was somewhat reminiscent of Elias Sinclair’s.

An indescribable, odd feeling spread from deep within, particularly uncomfortable.

Quinn found it hard to focus on shooting; she didn’t even hear the director’s call to start.