Chapter 67: Chapter 67

The receptionist sized Freya Caldwell up and down with annoyance, listening to her tone as if she were someone important.

"I’m Freya Caldwell."

Freya disclosed her name directly, casting a disdainful glance at the receptionist, her imperious attitude evident.

How could she not recognize her? Truly oblivious.

"Oh, it’s Miss Caldwell. I’ll inform them right away." Upon hearing Freya’s name, the receptionist immediately changed her demeanor, her face full of flattering smiles; after all, they were well aware of The Caldwell Group’s heiress.

She hurriedly called Anna and explained the situation.

Anna soon descended the stairs and saw a young girl clad in designer brands, with brown wavy hair, sitting on the couch in the lounge with a sharp expression.

Remembering she’s The Caldwell Group’s heiress, Anna adjusted her makeup and approached with a smile.

Freya saw a woman dressed in professional attire, wearing red high heels, walking towards her, and couldn’t help but purse her lips.

"Are you Savannah Lowell’s agent?"

Before Anna could speak, Freya asked directly, her eyes full of disdain.

For an agent to dress , are they trying to outshine their artist?

"Yes, you are, Miss Caldwell?"

Anna cautiously asked Freya, although the receptionist had already briefed her, she wanted to verify herself.

"I have something to discuss with you." Freya cut straight to the point, looking down at Anna.

In the entertainment industry, anyone slightly associated learns to suck up.

Upon hearing, Anna indeed shifted her stance, her gaze softened considerably, turning to pour Freya a cup of coffee, flattered, "Miss Caldwell, why didn’t you notify us ahead of your visit, so we could arrange a proper reception?"

"No need. I came to tell you to keep your artist Savannah away from Elias."

Freya waved her hand to reject the coffee Anna offered, her tone unfriendly, with a hint of warning.

Anna naturally knew Elias referred to Elias Sinclair, but she was just a small agent, neither daring to offend Elias nor The Caldwell heiress, trapped in a predicament.

"You know, this might be challenging."

After thinking, Anna decided to tell the truth, lest others deem her insincere later.

"I’m simply asking you to separate them for me. Is it that challenging? If it really is, I’ll have no choice but to have Daddy withdraw the investment."

Freya casually touched her manicured nails, speaking without tact.

Anna frowned; if Preston Caldwell withdrew funding from Quinn Lockwood’s new drama, it would be a major blow to their company.

"Rest assured, I’ll do my best." Helpless, she had to agree but instinctively glanced at Freya.

No need to be so smug, if you weren’t Preston Caldwell’s daughter, who would care about your moods.

"Since that’s the case, try to keep Savannah and Elias apart, or you know what happens."

Freya pointed at Anna threateningly, then strode away.

Anna watched Freya’s receding figure, palms sweating.

With Chloe’s hand held by Elias Sinclair and Quinn Lockwood at the amusement park, the little girl was wildly excited, eagerly checking one thing and wanting to try another, happy as a sparrow.

Quinn accompanied Chloe on many rides, and Elias watching them have fun had the corners of his thin lips subtly curve upward.

"Uncle, sis, are you two married? Like my mom and dad?"

Walking along, Chloe suddenly turned, curiously inquiring.

"Hmm... why do you ask?"

Quinn felt a bit awkward; although Savannah and Elias were technically engaged, she never imagined ever being legitimately married to Elias.

"Because the way you guys are together is just like my mom and dad when they take me out."

Chloe pointed at their hands holding her, one on each side.

From an outsider’s perspective, they indeed seemed like a couple with a child out for a stroll.

Quinn followed her gaze, realizing, promptly letting go of her hand, squatting down, placing her hand on Chloe’s shoulder solemnly, "Chloe, you’ve misunderstood, Uncle and I are not like that."

"Then what’s your relationship?" Chloe’s innocent eyes twinkling adorably soft confused.

Quinn furrowed her brows, tongue-tied; she wasn’t sure what her standing with Elias was, but deep inside, she hoped for none.

"I wouldn’t have such an airheaded wife."

As Quinn pondered, Elias suddenly spoke deep, breaking the awkwardness.

Hearing this, Quinn pursed her lips, knowing this man wouldn’t say anything nice.

Unyielding, she replied, "I wouldn’t have such an arrogant husband either."

Chloe was puzzled, rolling her eyes in confusion, but still a child at heart.

Turning, attracted by cartoon characters ahead, she tugged them along.

"Sir, ma’am, we’re hosting an activity here; could you participate as a family? It tests couple compatibility with just a few questions?"

An amusement park worker distributing mascots, seeing Quinn approach, joyfully invited.

"We’re not a couple, sorry." Quinn waved her hand shyly, politely declining and then grabbed Chloe to leave.

"I want one." Chloe’s eyes couldn’t look away from the mascots, pointing unwaveringly.

Seeing this, Quinn felt a pang, glanced at idle Elias, carefully asked, "Should we participate?"

Gesturing towards Chloe, reminding Elias not to misunderstand, it was entirely for Chloe.

"Not interested." Elias averted his gaze, his voice falling instantly, turning another direction.

Quinn pursed her lips toward Elias’s direction, knowing he’d refuse.

If not participating, fine; no need for cockiness.

After soothing Chloe, she took her to a kid’s roller coaster ride; safety protocol required a guardian’s accompaniment.

Despite being a kid’s ride, it seemed somewhat thrilling.

At that moment, Elias silently handed a mascot doll to Chloe, "Here."

"Wow, Uncle is awesome."

Chloe enthusiastically accepted; it’s precisely the mascot she wanted from the worker.

"Where’d it come from?" Quinn incredulously eyed Elias, indescribable emotions within.

Though he appeared cold, he unexpectedly had the thoughtfulness to heed a little girl.

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He purposely went back, bought the mascot from the worker.

Quinn gazed at the mascot; emotions welled beyond expression.