Chapter 79: Chapter 79

As the director announced it was a wrap, Elias Sinclair walked up to Quinn Lockwood.

"Come home with me for dinner tonight." Elias leaned slightly closer to her side and added, "This is Grandpa’s request," before she could respond.

Having said that, he ignored Quinn Lockwood and took a phone call, leaving as if knowing she wouldn’t refuse.

Quinn Lockwood tilted her head with a helpless expression.

Although Elias Sinclair was arrogant and self-important, always wearing a cold, aloof face as if everyone owed him money,

just thinking of Grandpa Sinclair warmed her heart.

It’s just a meal, not a battlefield. Going back isn’t a big deal if it makes Grandpa Sinclair happy, there’s nothing to lose.

Thinking of this quickly dispelled the gloom on her face, and she felt much better.

After saying goodbye to the crew, Quinn Lockwood went out to find Elias Sinclair to head to The Sinclair Residence together.

As soon as she entered, she was greeted by Grandpa Sinclair, who exclaimed with joy, "Oh, Savannah, come here! You must be exhausted. Elias, honestly, not picking you up earlier!"

The old man shook his head as he spoke, casting an annoyed look at Elias Sinclair standing by.

Quinn Lockwood felt slightly awkward seeing Grandpa , knowing if she hadn’t dawdled, Elias wouldn’t have come back so late.

Meanwhile, Elias Sinclair had a stern expression, seemingly oblivious to Grandpa Sinclair’s disapproval, his eyes slightly narrowed with a sharp glint as he looked at Quinn Lockwood.

She really wasn’t going to stay?

Could it be she truly wanted to distance herself from him? At this thought, Elias Sinclair pursed his thin lips, impatiently adjusting his collar.

"Grandpa, let’s eat. You must be hungry after waiting so long," Quinn Lockwood flashed a big smile, supporting Grandpa Sinclair with her hands, her voice carrying a playful tone with a hint of coquettishness, making Grandpa Sinclair laugh heartily.

Elias Sinclair watched coldly, without any reaction.

The dinner went harmoniously, mostly with Grandpa conversing with Quinn Lockwood and occasionally criticizing Elias Sinclair, telling him not to bully Quinn anymore.

Elias Sinclair remained silent throughout, but the brooding look in his eyes made it hard for everyone to breathe.

After dinner, though Grandpa Sinclair wanted to chat with Quinn Lockwood some more, he thought better of it, deciding to leave the two some alone time, claiming he was tired and needed to rest.

Before leaving, he reminded Elias Sinclair to properly apologize to Quinn Lockwood and not drive her away again, or else he wouldn’t be let off easily.

"I’m going to rest. Mr. Sinclair, I’ll explain to Grandpa myself tomorrow, so you won’t be in an awkward position." Seeing Elias’s gloomy face and furrowed brows, she didn’t want to stay and make things uncomfortable, so she quickly went upstairs.

Watching her go upstairs, Elias Sinclair’s brow furrowed tighter, letting out a light snort before turning away.

Quinn Lockwood told Nanny Warren not to wait up for her and went back to her room.

Noticing a subtle scent on her, she quickly went to the bathroom for a thorough hot shower, then snuggled on the sofa.

Opening a video and taking out a script, her gaze fixed on the screen as her thoughts began to wander.

Elias Sinclair knocked on her door but received no response, noticing the light was still on from the gap under the door.

Ignoring on purpose? This woman was getting bold.

A surge of irritation rose within Elias Sinclair, and as he pushed the handle, the door opened.

Upon entering, he saw Quinn Lockwood leaning against the sofa, surrounded by scattered scripts and a phone still playing a video. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⁂fire.net

Perhaps having just showered, her hair was half-dry, exuding a faint fragrance. Her pink pajamas adorned with lace and rabbit patterns made her bare face even sweeter and cuter.

He’d never seen Quinn Lockwood before, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, finding the scene oddly heartwarming.

"Ahem," Elias Sinclair coughed into his hand, perhaps to disguise the illusion.

"Huh..." The person before him was clearly disturbed, drowsily opening her eyes, unable to stifle a yawn.

Thud, thud! Seeing Quinn not noticing him, Elias leaned against the door frame, knocking on it with one hand.

"Uh, Elias Sinclair, why are you here?" She yawned again uncontrollably, tears welling in her eyes, her voice laced with drowsiness and laziness.

Elias Sinclair’s expression shifted for a moment before regaining his composure.

"It seems you haven’t caught up to the latest trending news?" He allowed a faint smile to play on his lips as he slowly spoke, "Miss Lowell, congratulations, you’re on the headlines again."

Quinn Lockwood halted her stretch, quickly rushing to the computer desk, not even stopping to put on shoes.

Was she scared by his smile? The eternal iceberg had smiled, albeit a little, but it was unbelievable. What on earth had she done to get on the headlines and make him so happy?

Quickly logging onto her accounts, notification after notification flooded in.

’Breaking! The truth behind Savannah Lowell’s video incident!’

’Breaking! Savannah Lowell’s extraordinary dance moves like a celestial being!’

’Breaking! Earthly Angel—Savannah Lowell’

Title after title, articles appeared. This time it wasn’t scandals nor bad press.

She’d finally succeeded, winning the first battle to restore her reputation. Quinn Lockwood had won!

Clicking on the headlines, her hand moving the mouse trembled uncontrollably from excitement!

Leaning against the doorway, Elias Sinclair observed her reaction, a faint smile appearing again.

This reaction was too amusing.

Then noticing Quinn Lockwood’s bare feet on the floor, he frowned, striding in to sit on the sofa behind her.

Clicking the first trending topic, a traditional dance video appeared.

The dancer moved gracefully and lively, occasionally spinning and leaping, slowly approaching the camera as the music softened.

Just before the ending, a sudden head lift revealed the dancer’s face—Quinn Lockwood.

As she was about to turn for a perfect finish, she suddenly looked panicked, throwing her prop aside and dashing to the side, shouting, "Watch out!"

She rushed, almost in three steps, to a spectacle-wearing staff member, desperately pushing her away, falling to the ground from the momentum, losing the decoration on her head.

Then came a bang as a stage light rig fell, for some reason, landing exactly where the staff member had been.