"Stop talking nonsense, how could I not know what’s going on."
"You... you should rest early, tomorrow I... I’ll get up to see you off." Quinn Lockwood’s exquisite face flushed deep pink, her eyes like autumn waters swirling with a thin mist, darting around carelessly, not daring to meet Elias Sinclair’s gaze.
The man watched as Quinn Lockwood fled downstairs with an even deeper smile.
After returning to her room, Quinn Lockwood’s heart was still pounding fiercely, unable to calm down.
What was up with these two men today? Why are they acting so strangely?
Quinn Lockwood quickly pulled out her phone to see if Cameron Grant had replied to her.
Quinn Lockwood flipped over, lying spread-eagle on the bed, letting out a slight sigh.
Suddenly, she turned to lie on her side, picked up her phone again, and scrolled through her friend circle and X out of sheer boredom.
"An inadvertent mistake."
Quinn Lockwood saw a post from Cameron Grant with just these four words.
What on earth is going on!
Every time Quinn Lockwood closed her eyes, the faces of Cameron Grant and Elias Sinclair flashed through her mind.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes disappointed, sometimes indifferent...
The next morning, Quinn Lockwood was awakened by a call from Anna.
As soon as Quinn Lockwood opened her eyes and saw that it was already eight in the morning, she sat up immediately.
Oh no, at this time, Elias Sinclair has probably already boarded the plane.
Quinn Lockwood, a bit annoyed, ruffled her hair and then focused on her phone which had been ringing for a while.
"Anna, what’s up?" Quinn Lockwood asked while getting out of bed.
"My lady, you’re still asleep? It’s already past sunrise!"
"Your ranking in the show ’Who’s the Dance King’ was moved up! Get to the venue and prepare; you have a bit over an hour before your performance."
Anna, at the show’s backstage, was juggling a phone while flipping through the lineup.
Darn organizers, changing the order so suddenly, someone must have pulled strings!
"An hour? That’s so rushed!" Quinn Lockwood quickly slipped on her slippers, hung up the phone, and dashed to the bathroom.
Considering travel, makeup, and changing outfits, she hardly had any time left.
When Quinn Lockwood arrived at the show’s set, the other contestants were already waiting backstage.
The makeup artist’s assistant led Quinn Lockwood to the dressing room and had her change into the outfit specially prepared by the crew.
This program, which doesn’t rely on identity or looks but purely on dancing skills, requires performers to wear masks during their performances.
Sitting on a chair after changing into her costume and donning a mask, Quinn Lockwood waited for the stylist to finish her hair.
In the vast dressing room, only the lights in front of Quinn Lockwood’s mirror were lit; the rest was dim and dark.
The makeup artist’s assistant had told Quinn Lockwood a few minutes ago that he’d be back soon after sorting out the standby presenter’s style. The source of thɪs content is nοvelfire.net
But now, Quinn Lockwood could clearly hear the two hosts on stage announcing the names of the contestants who made it to the next round.
It felt strange to Quinn Lockwood; why hadn’t anyone come over to her side after all this time?
Could it be that because she arrived late, the organizers thought she wouldn’t come?
Thinking this, Quinn Lockwood felt a bit anxious at heart.
It was well-known that this program gathered many professional dancers, and those who stood out in this show could receive direct guidance from master-level dance instructors.
Some could even study and advance at the world’s most prestigious dance academies.
The idea of overnight fame was nothing compared to this learning opportunity for those passionate about dance.
Somewhat worried she’d missed her chance, Quinn Lockwood lowered her eyes in thought, then decided to find a staff member to ask.
Just as Quinn Lockwood was getting up from the chair, before she could turn around, she was abruptly hugged from behind.
"What are you doing!" Quinn Lockwood jumped in shock, struggling to break free from the person’s hold.
Upon immediately turning around, Quinn Lockwood peered through the empty holes of her mask to see a tall, thin man with deep dark circles who had grabbed her.
She had never seen him before.
"How can you not recognize me after putting on pants?" The man grinned lecherously, pulling Quinn Lockwood over and pressing her down onto the chair by her shoulders.
"Tsk tsk tsk, such a breathtaking Hanfu and skirt, you’re really dedicated. I just love classic beauty."
"No one’s coming to the dressing room now, and it’s hard for you, waiting here about to go on stage."
"Let’s begin now!" His gaze glared greedily and obscenely at Quinn Lockwood’s chest.
"Who are you? I don’t know you, don’t touch me!" Quinn Lockwood hurriedly reached out, frantically swatting at the man.
Perhaps fed up by Quinn Lockwood’s struggling, the man abruptly grabbed her hands, locking them together tightly.
"So you kind of game, interesting, I enjoy it too." The man appeared highly stimulated, dragging Quinn Lockwood’s chair to an emptier spot, ready to pounce on her.
"You must be mistaken, what are you doing? I’m not the person you’re looking for!" Quinn Lockwood felt incredibly panicked, trying hard to twist her body to escape the stranger’s clutches.
"Ahem!" At this moment, a woman’s awkward cough came from the side of the dressing room door.
The man harassing Quinn Lockwood froze immediately in fright.
"Is Savannah Lowell here?" The makeup artist walked a few steps inside and asked loudly.
"I am!" Quinn Lockwood suppressed her inner anger, responding heavily while pulling off her mask.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Looking at the man in front of her with cold eyes, Quinn Lockwood crossed her arms and rose suddenly.
The man, upon seeing Quinn Lockwood’s face clearly, showed a flash of surprise, his smile freezing as he hurriedly stepped back a few steps.
"I’m so sorry, really sorry, I’ve got the wrong person, my apologies." He bowed several times in quick succession, sincerely apologizing to Quinn Lockwood.
With her brows furrowed tightly, Quinn Lockwood’s face darkened as she glared at the man for a few seconds: "Forget it, just go."
Despite encountering such a disgusting incident right before the performance, Quinn Lockwood restrained herself since she was about to appear on stage, and the man hadn’t caused her any substantial harm, so she didn’t pursue the matter any further.