CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 385: PERSONAL STUDIO

"Savannah..."

"You all..."

Cameron Grant typed a few words in the comments section, but quickly deleted them.

He repeated this several times, never managing to send a suitable message.

In truth, he didn’t even know what he wanted to say.

It felt as if something was pressing down on his heart, a stifling weight that was hard to bear.

After deleting his words once more, he simply exited X.

The blue light from the computer screen cast a glow on Cameron’s handsome face as he sat there quietly, his gaze floating in the air, unfocused.

He sat in a daze for a moment before shutting down the computer, standing up to leave, feeling an emptiness in his heart, as if he couldn’t grasp onto anything.

For the next few days, Cameron would go to The Sinclair Family to pick up Quinn Lockwood, or visit Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, or go to the company to ask for her help with some small tasks.

Every time he dropped Quinn off, he’d take her to a different restaurant for dinner.

"Savannah, I’ve been thinking about something these past few days." Cameron stirred the pear juice for Quinn, his eyes calm and elegant.

Quinn lifted her head, her delicate face showing a hint of confusion, unsure whether Cameron meant something good or bad.

"What’s up, brother?"

"I want to open a personal studio for you. Once everything is on track, you can even recruit some artists under your banner." Cameron handed the stirred pear juice to Quinn, a smile in his eyes.

Though with the influence of the Lowell and Sinclair groups, they could secure plenty of resources for Quinn, they’re financial firms, not media agencies, so it’s always a bit off-kilter.

No one would say anything, but as a celebrity, Quinn should either sign with an agency or set up her own studio, which would be more convenient.

In recent times, dozens of agencies have approached Quinn with offers, but none caught Cameron’s eye.

No matter the size, he could always find something unsatisfactory about them.

Perhaps because, in his heart, Quinn is unparalleled, or maybe because he wants to spend more time with her.

Thus, he decided to invest the best conditions he could offer to create a studio just for her.

Whether it’s manpower, equipment, or resources, he demands the highest quality.

"Really? I’ll have my own studio?" Quinn’s eyes widened, sparkling with disbelief.

Seeing her intense reaction, Cameron chuckled, gently tapping her nose with a doting smile. "Of course, I’ve even picked the location, right at Century Plaza in Eastborough."

Quinn felt a tightening in her chest, swallowing hard in disbelief.

Century Plaza, the most bustling part of the commercial street, is not too far from the Cloudfall Group, Sinclair Group, Lowell, and Sinclair homes, about a ten-minute drive.

The Sinclair Group is a bit farther, around twenty minutes.

But that’s alright, as Quinn rarely goes to the Sinclair Group, especially since she’s often too busy working to wander around.

"Brother, no need for grand thanks."

"I won’t decline, but I will share more of the profits with you." Quinn offered a fist-bump as a token of gratitude, her smile so deep it was almost overflowing.

She really wanted to establish her own studio.

However, relying solely on her own strength might be difficult, and she wasn’t very familiar with or knowledgeable about company setup details.

But with Cameron’s help, things are different.

He’s the CEO of Cloudfall Group, having handled various company matters under Mr. Lowell’s guidance from before he graduated, gaining several years of experience.

If not for Cameron’s lack of interest in taking over the company and waiting for Quinn to inherit it, Mr. Lowell might have planned to hand it over to him much earlier.

Because of Savannah Lowell’s previous poor conduct, Mr. Lowell had long been disappointed with her. If not for Cameron’s mediation, expressing that he had no desire to be tied down by the chairman role, he might have already been in a position as significant as Elias Sinclair’s.

"I don’t want your profits. Just come home more often." Cameron shook his head, his gentle smile like the warm, inviting sunlight.

Quinn knew her brother was genuinely helping her, so she nodded vigorously.

She resolved to develop her strength and not disappoint those who love her.

As soon as Quinn got home, planning to head upstairs after dinner, Elias Sinclair called out to her.

"Madam, don’t you think your token of gratitude is too simple?" He walked slowly toward her, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with meaning.

Quinn was puzzled, not quite grasping Elias’ intent.

"Hmm?" Her face scrunched in confusion, she looked up at Elias.

"One week."

"Come over to the office every day at noon to bring me lunch. When convenient, you can also bring dinner, so I don’t miss your cooking while working late every night."

He smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, his gaze filled with anticipation and a shimmer of delight.

"Why do I have to bring two meals every day? It’s troublesome," Quinn pouted, playfully chiding Elias.

Elias raised an eyebrow, teasingly looking at Quinn, his voice low and sensual: "Consider it as my return gift. If you find it troublesome, I can build a kitchen in the office."

"Fine, fine, it’s just a week. But I’ll decide what to make, no special requests!" Quinn rolled her eyes at Elias, turning to go upstairs without another word.

Now she understood what it meant to deal with a ruthless capitalist.

Just because she found it troublesome, Elias threatened to build a kitchen at work! He really treated it as his own home!

Well, it is the Sinclair-owned group!

Quinn felt a bit helpless, climbing a few steps and letting out a soft sigh.

Forget it, she couldn’t win against the relentless capitalist.

The next morning, after breakfast, Quinn carefully planned lunch for Elias.

However, after consulting with him, almost all her choices were rejected.

Annoying guy, such a picky eater.