Chapter 95: Chapter 95

"I see. Thank you for the explanation, Mr. Lawson." Quinn Lockwood sat before the young man with a standard elegant posture.

Although the young man had a haughty personality and acted with wild abandon, coupled with everyone’s evaluation of him as moody, making it difficult for others to gauge his emotions and preferences, at least his identity and strength were evident, requiring careful and respectful treatment.

"Just in private, though. In front of others, still call me Teacher Ethan, haha." Despite his carefree demeanor, the young man’s eyes continuously observed Quinn Lockwood’s every move.

Seeing the girl remain unperturbed, even as he kept talking and teasing her, she didn’t show a trace of displeasure or annoyance from head to toe, which he greatly admired.

He also noticed the girl’s fair and bright skin, without a single flaw, and her shapely figure, with the right places generous and the slender parts narrow.

Her neck was delicate and long, her fingers slender, and her wrists as creamy white and delicate as jade, which pleased him greatly.

"Teacher Ethan, what are our plans next?" Quinn Lockwood felt a bit uneasy under his gaze.

Even though she knew this person was extremely picky, being scrutinized from head to toe repeatedly by a man she just met was quite unsettling.

"Kevin, what did Mr. Sinclair say?" Ethan maintained a lazy posture, truthfully not knowing the plan, and as there was no shoot today, he couldn’t just start snapping photos of Quinn Lockwood; moreover, the products weren’t there.

"The products and plans have been explained to Miss Lowell, and Mr. Sinclair asked me to bring her to see you." Meaning everything that needed to be communicated to Quinn Lockwood had been, and the rest was up to Ethan to handle himself; he must have his own arrangements.

Hearing this, the young man was utterly helpless; after years apart, his friend, Sinclair, was still as indifferent toward taking care of these matters as ever.

"In that case, why don’t we talk about Miss Lowell’s recent shoot for Dynasty Style Magazine?" The young man put his other leg up on the coffee table and gave Quinn Lockwood a mischievous smile.

He was very curious about how Quinn Lockwood captured that feeling as if truly coming from thousands of years ago.

While Dynasty Style had a bit of fame in the domestic fashion circle, its shooting technique was rather plain to Ethan, just regular images, lacking in charm and atmosphere.

Yet, the effect produced was so realistic, as if a careless glance would make the girl in the painting step out and dance.

"Does Teacher Ethan have any specific questions?" Quinn Lockwood was puzzled as to why he would want to discuss this topic.

"How was it shot? I mean, how did you capture that essence?"

"I studied ancient dance a bit and researched the charm of ancient women dancing. When taking the photos, I just posed like that. Is there a problem?" Quinn Lockwood answered truthfully.

She didn’t understand why this person was asking or what his plans were, so she could only state the facts.

"No problem; I think you did quite well. I believe our collaboration will be very successful." Ethan slightly raised his head to look at Quinn Lockwood, with deep and bright eyes full of admiration and anticipation.

He suddenly felt it was right to shoot for her. Initially, he thought he was being impulsive, coming all the way just because of a few photos from Dynasty Style.

When did his friend, Sinclair, become so perceptive in selecting people? He thought Sinclair would choose some supermodel or a film award-winning actress for this jewelry endorsement.

"It’s my honor. I hope Teacher Ethan will guide me more." While saying polite words, Quinn Lockwood was rolling her eyes in her heart.

As long as he wasn’t always picking and making things difficult for her, she’d be grateful and wouldn’t dare to expect a very successful collaboration.

She had to work harder to enhance her skills, so she’d have the confidence to face people like Ethan.

Meanwhile, Ethan was feeling quite uncomfortable.

This Quinn Lockwood was indeed obedient, repeatedly calling him Teacher Ethan, making him feel old and harsh.

"Just call me Ethan, no need for the ’teacher’; it’s too awkward." The young man scrunched up his face in displeasure.

Quinn’s eye-rolling in her heart intensified; how many titles did he change in a day? Truly arrogant and troublesome.

"Okay, Ethan, is there anything else we need to discuss?" They’ve been chatting for a while without mentioning anything of value, and Quinn Lockwood didn’t want to keep idly chatting with him.

"Huh?" It was the first time Ethan felt disliked, which surprised him a bit.

He found the girl incredibly interesting and didn’t wish to make things harder for her.

"No more questions. Once we start shooting tomorrow, I will communicate with you thoroughly." With that, he waved his hand, indicating she could leave.

"I won’t see you off. Let’s meet tomorrow."

After seeing Ethan, Kevin took Quinn Lockwood to the studio for a makeup trial.

"Hello, Brother Kevin."

"Brother Kevin is here."

The photography staff greeted Kevin with courtesy, but no one paid attention to Quinn Lockwood.

Kevin glanced at Quinn Lockwood, and seeing she didn’t seem upset, he relaxed.

Frankly, he also looked down on Quinn Lockwood a little. She used to cling stubbornly to Boss Sinclair, who never cared about her. As an artist, she had neither talent nor skills, with scandals and negative news all over the place.

She was arguably the worst female celebrity he’d seen in his years as an art director.

President Sinclair assigned him this project, and although he was very reluctant, he didn’t dare say much. But now, it seemed Quinn Lockwood wasn’t that bad...

"Wendy, it’s time to start the makeup trial." Kevin led Quinn Lockwood to a sophisticated and classy woman.

"This is Wendy, as Miss Lowell might know. Wendy is a well-known makeup artist in the industry, often collaborating with big-name stars." Kevin introduced Wendy to Quinn Lockwood, subtly emphasizing Wendy’s status.

Because Wendy wasn’t very willing to work with an artist like Quinn Lockwood, who neither had high status nor notable work.

"Hello, Ms. Wendy. I’m Savannah Lowell; it’s an honor to have you as my makeup artist this time." Quinn Lockwood naturally picked up on Kevin’s tone and Wendy’s reluctant expression. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s respectful and polite demeanor appeased Wendy’s unease a little.

Wendy shook hands with Quinn Lockwood politely and proceeded to remove her makeup.

With makeup on, they couldn’t perform the trial; only a bare face would better reveal the artist’s facial features, allowing for flaws to be covered and strengths highlighted.

Quinn Lockwood’s bare face looked almost no different from when she was wearing makeup, really?