Just as Quinn Lockwood was being cornered by reporters, unsure of what to do, someone within the journalists’ crowd gave her a hard shove.
The sudden force almost made her fall, but fortunately, someone caught her.
Quinn turned her head to see a strikingly handsome face; it was none other than their colleague from the same company, Dylan Quinn.
Dylan’s fame was not any less than Savannah Lowell’s, but he wasn’t riding on scandals to stay relevant. With his good looks and well-acknowledged acting skills in dramas, he had captured many young women’s hearts, gaining a large fan base. In the entertainment industry, he was considered a rising star.
Why would he be here?
Dylan’s appearance gave the reporters a hint of gossip, and they all turned their focus to him. "Mr. Dylan, how would you explain your sudden appearance here?"
Not wanting to waste words, Dylan held Savannah Lowell with one hand and pushed through the surrounding journalists with the other. "Excuse us, there’s a company meeting about to start, please let us through."
With these words, Dylan took Quinn Lockwood and ran, evading the reporters’ pursuit.
Inside the company building, Quinn finally escaped the reporters’ questions and took a deep breath. Watching Dylan catch his breath as well, she said, somewhat embarrassed, "Thanks for earlier."
Hearing Savannah Lowell say "thank you" for the first time, Dylan was slightly taken aback. "No problem, colleagues don’t need to be so formal."
With that, Quinn’s worries were dispelled.
"By the way, why did you suddenly show up there?"
Quinn was still skeptical about Dylan’s claim of just passing by.
"What, you don’t believe I was just passing by?"
At these words, Dylan smiled slightly. Could she have mistaken him for a hero coming to the rescue?
Dylan’s smile was indeed charming, with a warm, refreshing feeling. It’s no wonder so many girls were infatuated with him.
"Not really, just didn’t expect you to help me."
Considering Savannah Lowell’s relationships, Quinn didn’t really expect anyone to lend a hand.
"So lacking in confidence, that’s not like you."
Dylan raised an eyebrow, not expecting Savannah to say such a thing. She used to say, ’I don’t need your help, having him is enough.’
That "him" naturally referred to Elias Sinclair.
Quinn paused slightly. Had she been found out?
"Alright, let’s head in, the meeting is about to start."
After saying that, Dylan walked inside, thinking Quinn’s daze might be due to recalling Elias Sinclair. He certainly didn’t want to see her looking lovestruck, as it was quite an eyesore before.
Quinn stood there for a moment, then followed him in.
On the other side, Elias Sinclair and Cameron Grant were dining in a high-end restaurant on a yacht, facing the vast sea with the gentle sea breeze blowing, feeling quite at ease.
"Why did you suddenly want to have lunch with me?"
Cameron, who was about to leave for work in the morning, was called by Elias to have lunch here, still quite puzzled.
Elias took a light sip of red wine, his gaze drifting toward the distant sea.
"What is it, isn’t the Sinclair Group busy, or are you under a lot of pressure lately?"
Cameron remarked casually while putting a piece of steak into his mouth, slowly chewing.
Elias didn’t answer, gently swirling the wine in his glass.
Being the heir of the Sinclair Group, the burden was naturally heavy. It’s often said that behind a successful man there’s an extraordinary woman.
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Seeing Elias’s expression, Cameron knew he didn’t want to engage, so he reluctantly kept quiet.
"Hi, can I take a photo of you? The scenery behind you is truly beautiful."
A blond, blue-eyed foreigner suddenly broke their serene atmosphere, asking in broken Chinese.
"Are you sure? You want to take a photo of both of us together?"
Cameron pointed at Elias and himself, deliberately emphasizing his tone. What was the point of two guys taking a photo together? It would be a joke in both companies.
Elias merely raised an eyebrow, showing little expression.
The foreigner nodded affirmatively.
Cameron froze momentarily, surprised at the foreigner’s openness, a completely straight response.
Elias took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the foreigner.
Cameron was puzzled, even more so when the foreigner took the money and left. Wasn’t he supposed to take a photo?
Seeing Cameron’s reaction, Elias couldn’t help but laugh, breaking the reason down for him.
Realizing this, Cameron finally understood, it was the work of a persistent peddler.
Actually, he couldn’t be blamed. After being adopted by the Lowell Family, the elderly couple always took good care of him, and he poured his heart into the company, driven by gratitude. He never indulged in activities with affluent peers, merely dining and drinking with Elias occasionally.
Elias bore the burden of the entire Sinclair Family, inevitably becoming steady and reserved, disinclined to discuss things, while Cameron, with his gentle nature, never asked much. Not being clear on some matters was natural.
Speaking of photos, Cameron couldn’t help but think of Elias’s previous girlfriend, who loved taking pictures.
When Elias first brought that girl out, Cameron was slightly taken aback, somewhat dazzled. Perhaps it was because of her dance background that she carried herself with great poise, but later on, he didn’t know why the two parted ways.
"Do you remember Melody Shepherd?"
Upon hearing the name, Elias instinctively wanted to shake his head but suddenly remembered something. "What’s up?"
If Cameron hadn’t brought it up suddenly, Elias might have forgotten that such a person even existed, lost memory of his former girlfriend.
"I heard she’s a ballet dancer now."
Cameron watched Elias closely, trying to discern something from his face, hoping to see if Elias still had any feelings for the person he had just mentioned.
"We haven’t been in touch for a long time."
Elias’s tone was indifferent, as if discussing an inconsequential person.
He chose to be with Melody Shepherd not out of affection, merely a simple admiration, feeling if he had to choose someone to spend a lifetime with, she seemed suitable enough, merely an explanation to his grandfather, devoid of extra emotions.
Hearing this, Cameron felt the weight in his heart gradually lift.
He had no intention of prying into Elias’s private life, solely concerned for his sister Savannah Lowell, not wanting Mr. and Mrs. Lowell to be heartbroken over her repeatedly.
As if by tacit agreement, the two didn’t mention anyone else, clinking glasses and leisurely enjoying the scenery.