Chapter 85: Chapter 85

His fingers were ice-cold, and this temperature made Quinn Lockwood feel somewhat comfortable.

Perhaps afraid of hurting her, the man’s movements were extremely gentle.

"Cameron, this won’t work, you need to use more force, the more it hurts the more effective it is!" She said, pressing Cameron Grant’s hand, indicating for him to increase the pressure.

Quinn Lockwood’s hands were very slender, white, and soft, unlike Cameron Grant, whose hands were incredibly warm.

She could feel the warmth slowly enveloping her, along with the unique softness of a young girl’s skin.

Cameron Grant’s movements grew stiffer, unconsciously increasing the pressure under Quinn Lockwood’s guidance.

Of course, he didn’t even feel the movements he was making, completely dazed, his actions out of his control.

Cameron Grant’s force was indeed somewhat strong, causing Quinn Lockwood some discomfort.

But she endured it without making a sound—the more it hurt, the better the effect.

"Okay, Cameron, it’s done!"

As the warmth and softness on his hands vanished, he finally came to, but his movements were still awkward and stiff.

"Is it... is it good?" Cameron Grant acted calm, but his tone was still somewhat awkward.

"Thank you, Cameron, for your hard work." Quinn Lockwood thought he was tired from the long massage, so she quickly stood up and pulled him down onto a chair.

"Cameron, you’ve worked hard for so long, come on, let me give you a massage too!" Ignoring Cameron Grant’s refusal, she directly pressed his shoulders.

Sitting in the chair, Cameron Grant straightened his body, looking somewhat comically dazed.

"Relax, relax, Cameron, don’t be so stiff." Quinn Lockwood patted his back and pressed him against the chair.

Then she rubbed her palms together and said, "I’m starting, sir, you just watch!"

She mimicked the tone of a servant in a period drama, deliberately exaggerating her voice.

Cameron Grant couldn’t help but laugh, feeling much more relaxed indeed.

The girl’s force was moderate, her whole palm covering his shoulder, with a rhythm neither fast nor slow, her movements seemed very skilled.

"Savannah, have you ever massaged someone’s shoulders before?" Typically, others would serve Savannah Lowell; when had she ever served anyone else?

But judging by the proficiency of her movements, it seemed unlikely that Savannah Lowell could perform them.

Feeling the girl’s movements pause behind him, Cameron Grant thought she might be angry.

Quickly explaining, "Savannah, I was just asking casually, don’t be mad."

"I can’t get angry that easily, Cameron, don’t overthink it, just enjoy it." Quinn Lockwood deliberately relaxed her tone, then slightly quickened her hand movements.

When her mother was still alive, she used to massage her shoulders in the same way.

Thinking of her mother, Quinn Lockwood’s eyes grew slightly wet.

She quickly pulled herself together, not wanting anyone to notice anything unusual.

"There were quite a few announcements recently, sometimes reviewing scripts took a long time, so I learned massage techniques and taught them to my assistant," Quinn Lockwood explained.

"So that’s it, okay Savannah, it’s already fine, please stop and rest a bit."

Cameron Grant patted the back of her hand, signaling her to stop, then stood up from the chair and looked at her.

"Savannah, you’ve changed so much, I almost don’t recognize you." Cameron Grant’s gentle gaze lingered.

"I can’t stay a child forever, of course, I must grow up." Quinn Lockwood concealed an uneasy expression, patted his shoulder, and smiled.

"I’ll go upstairs and tidy up, I need to go to the company soon." She said then turned to leave, halfway through she turned back to wave at Cameron Grant.

"See you tonight, Cameron."

Cameron Grant watched her back, unconsciously placing his hand on his shoulder.

It seemed that her warmth still lingered there.

Savannah is truly grown up.

Mr. Lowell hadn’t yet entered the hall, but seeing the harmonious scene of the siblings from afar filled his heart with great comfort.

"Cameron, have you been getting along well with Savannah lately?" Mr. Lowell approached Cameron Grant, asking.

"Yes, Dad, Savannah has been very good with me lately." He answered truthfully.

"Yes, Savannah has grown up." Mr. Lowell looked upstairs with an approving gaze.

"Whew!" Quinn Lockwood collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing her neck.

It didn’t hurt anymore; her brother was really amazing.

Suddenly remembering the past attitude Savannah Lowell had towards Cameron Grant, she couldn’t help but click her tongue.

How wonderful to have a caring brother, she definitely would cherish this hard-earned relationship well.

Her lips curled up unconsciously, and Quinn Lockwood got up, humming a tune, starting to tidy herself.

Upon arriving at the company, the first thing Quinn Lockwood did was to find Anna to solve the contract issue.

"Anna, I’ve asked; Elias Sinclair didn’t know about the contract issue, so it’s not valid." Quinn Lockwood said firmly.

"I say, Savannah, how could it not be valid? I have the contract in hand; there won’t be any problems with it." Anna was a bit perplexed as to why Quinn Lockwood was dissatisfied with the cooperation with The Sinclair Group, but now she was the company’s treasure, so it was hard to get upset.

Anna quickly held onto her arm, coaxing her, "Savannah, cooperating with The Sinclair Group is all gain and no risk; The Sinclair Group is massive and influential in the industry, how many people are lining up to sign a contract with them."

Quinn Lockwood couldn’t stand Anna’s tone and the intimate action, quickly pulling her arm out.

She said sternly, "There are so many companies to choose from, why does it have to be The Sinclair Group, and signing a contract without the boss’s knowledge surely can’t be valid."

Not waiting for Anna to reply, she continued, "You hurry up and contact their company, say this contract was signed without President Sinclair’s knowledge, and it’s an invalid contract." Her face was grim as she looked at her ’good’ manager.

"I say, young lady, you know Mr. Sinclair’s temper, I dare not offend him." Anna bit her lip but kept her tone unchanged, making it hard for anyone to sense her impatience.

She continued, "Even if you don’t consider the company, you should consider yourself, if Mr. Sinclair is displeased, your future career might be affected."

"Fine, if you don’t dare, then I’ll talk to him myself." Quinn Lockwood said with a sharp gaze.

She certainly wouldn’t believe Anna was genuinely considering her situation.

Right now, she really felt like cursing.

Without even discussing contract renewal with her, not to mention ignoring her feelings as long as it made money.

With them clearly having the upper hand in contract matters, as long as they communicated firmly with The Sinclair Group, breaking the contract wouldn’t be impossible.

But she wasn’t Savannah Lowell, wouldn’t lose her temper without considering the situation.

Anna might fear offending Elias Sinclair, but Quinn Lockwood didn’t.

"Don’t act rashly, my lady." Anna stomped her foot in anxiety.

This ancestor always acted without discretion; she didn’t want Quinn Lockwood not only failing to bring profit to the company but offending The Sinclair Group as well.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, you just handle your responsibilities." Quinn Lockwood looked at Anna’s expression, listening to her sarcastic tone, her mind filled with complaints.

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