Chapter 321: Chapter 321

"Is this lounge open for anyone to just come in? No matter who brought you, you should understand some rules, right? You think you can just lie on such a big sofa?"

A woman with some background in the film crew was hugging her arms, and with a displeased look, she scolded Sierra.

She naturally heard Sierra explain that she was Quinn’s friend, but she simply didn’t want to treat Sierra nicely.

Why’s that? Just because she was Quinn’s friend!

On one hand, she’s the crew’s manager, and she’s always hated when people bring unrelated outsiders in and disrupt the filming process.

On the other, she very much disliked Quinn stealing her thunder.

She was originally the one with the strongest background in the crew, but things changed when Quinn arrived; everyone almost flocked to curry favor with Quinn instead of herself.

"Miss Chandler is really quite imposing, isn’t she? Sierra’s not feeling well, so I let her rest here for a while."

"Had I known I was making Miss Chandler so upset, I absolutely wouldn’t have let Sierra rest here." Quinn faced Miss Chandler coldly, raising her head to look at her; her gaze was as icy as an ancient cold well.

Miss Chandler hadn’t anticipated being caught red-handed by Quinn, and quickly retreated two steps, tugging at her lips awkwardly.

"I think Miss Chandler should really learn how to respect people; otherwise, no matter what kind of backing she has, she’ll still fail." Quinn pulled Sierra over, her clear eyes glanced over Miss Chandler, flashing a hint of anger.

"Yes... yes." Miss Chandler’s hand was tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, feeling extremely flustered inside.

Only after Quinn and Sierra walked away did Miss Chandler breathe a sigh of relief.

For some reason, at the moment of encountering Quinn’s gaze, she felt she looked like the queen high above, who held power over life and death.

And she was that humble existence like dirt, only able to kneel at her feet and bow.

That kind of feeling, she had never felt from anyone, including the person behind her.

Miss Chandler was a little scared; she felt the director from her entertainment company compared to Quinn was not even a single hair.

At that moment, Quinn and Sierra were on their way back to The Sinclair Residence.

"Sierra, is that scumbag bothering you again?" Quinn was driving, her brows furrowed tightly.

Sierra’s mood was a bit low, she blankly stared out the window and lightly hummed in reply.

"Disgusting, I hate those kinds of men the most."

"When we get back, I’ll make you something delicious to taste my skills." Quinn pushed the accelerator a bit harder, her lips curving slightly.

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Hearing Quinn’s words, Sierra was shocked and quickly turned her head, her eyes wide open.

"Oh my, Miss Lowell, it’s the first time you’ve admitted to being younger than me!"

"Though I don’t know what’s gotten into your brain, I still want to say, don’t cook when we get back; I fear you’ll blow up the whole mansion area!"

Sierra imagined Miss Lowell in an apron, fumbling around in the kitchen, and couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Forget it, forget it, too terrifying.

Seeing Sierra’s fearful expression, Quinn rolled her eyes dramatically and said, "Don’t worry, my cooking will surely satisfy you."

Sierra noticed Quinn’s determination and felt instantly deflated, it seemed tonight she wouldn’t escape unscathed, only silently praying that the Sinclair Manor would remain intact.

"Hey, sister-in-law, you’re back?" Nina was coming down from upstairs, seeing Quinn return, she hurriedly ran a couple of steps.

"Who’s this?" Nina noticed there was someone unfamiliar behind Quinn and asked curiously.

"Let me introduce you, this is my good friend Sierra, she’s staying over tonight at the house."

"Nina, has the housekeeper procured new ingredients these days? I’m going to cook something tasty later." Quinn hung up her and Sierra’s coats and started preparing for cooking.

Upon hearing Quinn mention cooking, Nina’s expression was momentarily conflicted, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Uh, yes, we’ve procured them, but..." Nina hesitated, her eyes landed on Sierra, almost pleading.

However, Quinn didn’t wait for Nina to finish her words of advice, just nodded and headed straight to the kitchen.

Sierra was also at a loss as to what to do, she exchanged a sympathetic look with Nina, then pursed her lips and said to her, "I’ll go help her cook."

"I’m counting on you, sister." Nina solemnly nodded, patting Sierra’s shoulder.

Quinn entered the kitchen, tied on an apron and washed her hands, then took the necessary ingredients from the refrigerator.

Just as she picked up the knife to start cutting vegetables, Sierra voiced her concern: "Um, let me do it, I’m worried you might..."

"Worried I might cut myself?"

"Sierra, don’t worry, just go sit on the sofa. If you’re bored, watch my series with Nina, she especially loves watching them." Quinn put down the knife, guided Sierra out of the kitchen.

Sierra seemed to want to say more, but seeing Quinn’s firm and serious demeanor, she swallowed back her unspoken words.

Washing the chicken wings, scoring them, slicing the salmon into thin slices, and peeling and marinating the prawns.

Quinn’s movements were skilled and swift, lively yet agile; before long, the ingredients needed for several dishes were all prepared.

Fire up, pour the oil.

Whether steaming, boiling, or stir-frying, it was all no problem for Quinn.

Even the complex and refined Mexican Birria Soup emitted a rich aroma in the process of preparing other dishes.

Sierra and Nina both sniffed the air, their eyes lighting up instantly.

"Oh my God, Savannah, did you really make all this?" Sierra stood at the kitchen door, so shocked her jaw nearly dropped.

Quinn was preparing the salad, seeing Sierra and Nina standing at the kitchen door in shock, quickly waved them in, saying, "Perfect timing, the food is almost ready, please help me carry it all out."

"Soon, it’ll be time to eat."

Sierra and Nina looked at each other, then dashed into the kitchen, each carrying a platter of food and placed them on the dining table in the dining area.

"Nina, do you really think Savannah made all this?" Sierra looked at the table full of exquisite and lavish dishes, somewhat doubting if she’d fallen under some sort of illusion.