Chapter 89: Chapter 89
"I just don’t want you to get your way. Besides, you’re still somewhat popular, so I don’t want to waste a money-making resource," Elias Sinclair glanced at Quinn Lockwood with his narrowed eyes.
Seeing the woman’s surprised expression, he seemed afraid she might misunderstand, and emphasized, "Don’t overthink it, I will never be attracted to you."
"Alright, alright, just as you wish, I absolutely won’t like you either," Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him.
"But this little lady is ignorant and lacks skill. If I accidentally ruin Mr. Sinclair’s business, please don’t hold it against me," she said in a deliberately sarcastic tone, deliberately provoking Elias Sinclair.
"Anyway, you’re aware that scandals surround me constantly, and there’s nothing commendable about me."
Elias Sinclair knew she was purposefully provoking him, causing the atmosphere around him to become a bit dense.
A flicker of amused appreciation flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke, "Not quite."
"Huh?" Quinn Lockwood was stunned, then her small face suddenly wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, she was just speaking casually, alright!
However, she guessed he was retaliating against her, surely there’s another sarcastic remark waiting for her, so she hurriedly changed the subject.
"By the way, why are you taking me to your company’s studio? Also, what do you mean by saying I don’t justify the investment in studio equipment?"
She really didn’t understand why Elias Sinclair wanted to take her to his company’s studio, what did his investment have to do with her?
"The contract I signed with you this time is more than just a simple renewal," he said, and Quinn Lockwood felt he seemed to smile again.
She saw Elias Sinclair take out a folder from beside him and hand it to her.
She accepted the document, and seven bold words immediately caught her eyes.
’Artist Cooperation Agreement.’
She suddenly had a bad premonition, this didn’t seem like any ordinary funding contract.
Quickly opening the document to look it over, the deeper she read, the tighter her brow furrowed.
Television, movies, stage performances, endorsements, photography, or modeling...
Damn, doesn’t this mean I’ll really have to meet up with Elias Sinclair often?
"What are all these, when did I agree to do any of this?" Quinn Lockwood forcefully closed the booklet.
If she weren’t controlling herself with effort, she might have thrown the contract at him directly.
"I’ve already chosen you as the spokesperson for my company’s new product." Elias Sinclair took back the contract.
As his eyebrow raised, he leaned closer to Quinn Lockwood’s side.
A faint scent of sophisticated cologne suddenly drifted from the man, and she abruptly withdrew her body.
Unaware, she bumped against the hard glass of the car window behind her.
The man in front of her didn’t stop, continuing to lean closer to her.
Quinn Lockwood’s heart pounded as if it was about to leap out.
What was he planning? Was he going to do something to her? No, absolutely not!
Just when she felt his lips were about to touch hers, he suddenly stopped.
Quinn Lockwood tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look at him, but Elias Sinclair burst into a chuckle.
"I said, there’s no way we won’t intersect again," he looked at the woman in front of him, her cheeks flushed with tension, and leaned toward her ear.
As if whispering between lovers.
"Next, we’ll head to the advertisement shooting location, don’t let me down."
As the man breathed softly near her ear, Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but shudder.
Elias Sinclair then returned to normal, adjusting his tie, and felt that she looked especially amusing when blushing.
But in Quinn Lockwood’s eyes, it seemed like he was laughing at her.
She lifted her head, her gaze coldly fixed on Elias Sinclair, her expression full of defiance and resentment.
"Sorry, I’m not in the mood for shooting advertisements right now, I need to discuss a new drama. I simply cannot accompany you."
With that, she tried to open the car door to leave.
"Your next drama is also my investment, it’s already been decided," the man beside her spoke in a light tone.
"Didn’t you see the second clause of the supplementary agreement?" He raised his eyebrow and continued, "The company has the power to represent the artist in any action and take any measures."
"Well, I’m still not in the mood for advertisement shooting, goodbye!" She stopped paying attention to Elias Sinclair, turned around, and exited the car.
She quickly crossed the road, waved down a taxi.
Whenever she’s around Elias Sinclair, she just couldn’t feel good.
She even forgot to check how long the contract was signed for, still unsure when she’d no longer be under his constraint.
Although Quinn Lockwood was very unfriendly to Elias Sinclair and refused the next shooting requirement.
He surprisingly didn’t feel angry, instead slipping into deep thought.
What’s going on? Has Quinn Lockwood become a different person? Inwardly and outwardly, seemingly transformed.
Looks like he better pay more attention to her movements.
The woman now seemed entirely outside his control range, and this uncomfortable feeling disturbed Elias Sinclair greatly.
Then he started the car and headed to the studio himself.
On the way back, Quinn Lockwood received a call from Anna.
She was told not to rush back, the new drama has been settled, and in a few days, the director will inform her of the specifics.
Anna also advised Quinn Lockwood to cooperate well with Elias Sinclair in the studio shooting, and not throw a tantrum like a spoiled young lady.
Quinn Lockwood wasn’t going to tell Anna she’d rejected today’s shooting requirement, lest it brings her discomfort.
She thought for a moment and made a decision.
It’s been a long time since she visited Mr. Sherman; last time she couldn’t really consult him because of Elias Sinclair.
Thinking of Elias Sinclair, Quinn Lockwood’s face immediately darkened.
"I’m here to interrupt you again, Mr. Sherman," Quinn Lockwood respectfully bowed, then showed a very sincere smile.
"Don’t mention it, I didn’t expect you could be quite persistent," Wendy Sherman was somewhat comforted to see Quinn Lockwood come for consultation. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novelFɪre.net
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"Come in, I have time now and can teach you well."
Quinn Lockwood slightly bowed again and sat on the sofa.
"Try this tea, I’ve been really fond of it lately," Wendy Sherman poured her a cup and placed it before her.
Quinn Lockwood took a sip.
"The taste is indeed good," she smacked her lips, having taken only a small sip, yet the tea’s fragrance lingered long between her teeth.
"Acting is like tea," Mr. Sherman also took a sip, then slowly said to Quinn Lockwood.
"Some people’s acting is good, it’s tea, worthy of savoring."
"While some bad acting is like mixed tea powder, at first it tastes aromatic and sweet, but the next sip seems undeniably forced," she looked at Quinn Lockwood with an earnest expression.
"Acting is like tasting tea; some understand it inherently, while others pretend to understand," Wendy Sherman’s tone had a hint of sternness, making Quinn Lockwood cautious in opening her mouth.