Chapter 94: Chapter 94

"No, I think it’s wonderful!" Quinn Lockwood said, a bit startled when she was asked, and appeared somewhat flustered.

"Your company has prepared everything excellently, Mr. Sinclair. I have no complaints." She composed herself, still feeling a bit surprised, but she couldn’t let anyone notice.

"That’s good." Elias Sinclair said calmly.

He had been observing Quinn Lockwood’s expression, seeing that she wasn’t faking it, his deep eyes flickered slightly.

"Miss Lowell, this is the product you will be endorsing." Kevin carefully opened a row of finely-crafted pure black boxes from the display stand beside him.

Earrings, necklace, rings... a complete set of colored diamond jewelry.

Quinn Lockwood approached the stand, her eyes openly filled with amazement, it was truly beautiful.

Each color had a design set that highlighted its unique charm.

Quinn Lockwood’s gaze lingered on the rows of jewelry, she was captivated.

As a girl, although she had seen countless pieces of jewelry, such exquisite, and rarely-produced colored diamond jewelry was impossible to resist.

"Miss Lowell, the different colors of the diamonds and designs represent the characteristics of different personalities." Kevin explained, seeing Quinn Lockwood carefully examining each product and glancing at Elias Sinclair for approval.

"Yes, I can tell." Quinn Lockwood nodded in understanding.

She pointed at each product and began to describe: "Passionate and energetic, gentle and kind, steady and reliable, noble and elegant..."

Kevin’s mouth gaped in surprise, his formal attire and serious black-frame glasses made him look ridiculously amusing.

He sneaked a glance at President Sinclair, thinking maybe Boss Sinclair had told Quinn Lockwood about the product’s meanings in advance to expedite the work, but seeing the mild astonishment on his own boss’s face made him realize he was overthinking.

"Exactly, exactly, you got it right about nine out of ten." Kevin restrained himself from praising Quinn Lockwood, thinking she wasn’t as ignorant and foolish as others claimed. He knew his boss wouldn’t joke around with the company matters.

Watching everything unfold, Elias Sinclair’s eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

It seemed this woman had a certain talent for understanding art and design.

Seeing her face radiating with confidence and an ingenuous smile, for a moment, he seemed to see early March, the spring breeze gently brushing against a girl’s face, the falling willow catkins caressing her cheeks, and when she looked up, there was a natural, innocent, and pure air about her.

This was exactly the effect he wanted, initially thinking Quinn Lockwood wasn’t the best choice for this ad shoot, merely adequate.

But at this moment, Elias Sinclair felt no one else could achieve the effect he desired except for Quinn Lockwood.

This woman really kept refreshing his understanding of her.

This sense of unpredictability made Elias Sinclair uncomfortable, yet on the other hand, he couldn’t help but look forward to seeing a different Quinn Lockwood.

"Kevin, take Miss Lowell to meet Ethan." Elias Sinclair glanced at his watch, remembering he had other matters to attend to, and his expression turned serious.

"So soon to meet Ethan?" Quinn Lockwood looked at Elias Sinclair, feeling a bit anxious. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI(F)ire.net

If she had known she would meet Ethan today, she would’ve dressed up more. For someone like him, an internationally renowned photographer, many lined up, spending a fortune, hoping to have their photos taken by him.

However, regardless of who or how much money they had, if Ethan didn’t take a liking or was unsatisfied, he wouldn’t bother at all.

What should she do? Compared to those Hollywood A-listers, she was nothing. What if Ethan wasn’t satisfied and refused to take her photo?

Watching her nervously rubbing her hands, Elias Sinclair grew even more curious.

Logically, having Ethan take her photo should make her proud and confident.

For Quinn Lockwood, who was already somewhat famous and known for her arrogance and dismissiveness, Ethan agreeing to take her photo seemed perfectly normal.

So why this anticipatory yet anxious demeanor? Could it be she was now genuinely humble?

Elias Sinclair was increasingly unable to fathom it.

He nodded to Kevin, signaling him to take Quinn Lockwood to meet Ethan immediately.

"Miss Lowell, please come with me, Mr. Davis is waiting for you." Kevin said politely.

Quinn Lockwood saw that Elias Sinclair wasn’t paying her any attention, so she didn’t want to make a fuss and followed Kevin away.

Face whatever comes head-on; meeting Ethan was just a step on her path forward.

Quinn Lockwood feared no one!

Ethan was in the VIP lounge on the top floor of the company.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Quinn Lockwood saw the decor on this floor and knew it wasn’t for ordinary people.

She recalled how Savannah Lowell would often hang out in the SVIP lounge on this floor to highlight her value whenever she came to see Elias Sinclair.

"Mr. Davis, Miss Lowell has arrived." Kevin stopped at the lounge door and politely announced inside.

Quinn Lockwood looked up and saw a golden nameplate on the door that read "Ethan Davis."

After a pause of about a minute, the door opened.

Quinn Lockwood, looking down, felt her palm slightly sweating from nerves.

She saw a pair of clean, gray suede sneakers, then upward to black skinny pants paired with a white cotton T-shirt, topped with a light gray striped casual shirt.

To Quinn Lockwood’s surprise, the Ethan Davis that celebrities in the industry were desperate to meet was a clean-cut young man, appearing in his twenties with black hair and black eyes, though his facial features were very chiseled and deep.

"Are you Quinn Lockwood?" The young man looked her up and down, arms crossed, with a playful and carefree expression.

"I am." Quinn Lockwood replied calmly.

"Come on, lift your head so I can take a good look." The young man’s tone was casual as he leaned against the doorframe, blocking Quinn Lockwood.

"Are you Mr. Ethan Davis?" Quinn Lockwood raised her head, also examining this rebellious-looking young man, uncertain about his identity.

"Hmm, you do have some good looks." The young man nodded approvingly, then stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

"I know, you all think Ethan Davis is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, perhaps even bearded and gruff older man." The young man turned to sit on the sofa, one leg resting on the coffee table, his body relaxed and reclining back.

He motioned for Quinn Lockwood and Kevin to sit, then continued with an arrogant tone, "I’m mixed Chinese-American, and you can also call me by my Chinese name: Zachary Lawson."