CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 440: BUSY

Mr. Lowell paused slightly, as if considering his words, then continued: "These past two years I’ve increasingly felt overwhelmed, and I’ve thought many times about handing over the company entirely to the two of you."

Saying this, Mr. Lowell gave Quinn a meaningful look, as if hinting something to her.

"Your mother and I haven’t really enjoyed much time alone together since we got married. Now, while we’re still in good health, we want to go travel and relax."

"I’m not worried about Cameron; he can take over any company affair at any time. But Savannah..."

"Ah, my child, now you’re fully engrossed in the entertainment industry and flourishing more and more, I fear you have no time or interest for this old man’s concerns."

As Mr. Lowell spoke, his eyes fleetingly glanced at Quinn, as if indicating he was deeply saddened.

In fact, Mr. Lowell has always intended to relinquish control of the company. After battling storms for so many decades, he truly feels exhausted.

Moreover, since Cameron took over as CEO, he has achieved excellent results. If it weren’t because Cameron was unwilling to take on all the responsibilities, and because Mr. Lowell hoped to wait a bit longer for his troublesome daughter Savannah, he might have already gone to travel with Mrs. Lowell.

Quinn was completely stunned at this moment.

She hadn’t expected Mr. Lowell to have the idea of letting her and Cameron manage the company so early, but... she didn’t share Ariana’s urgency to seize power.

She never even thought about taking over the company.

Although she was somewhat familiar with management and company operations and still remembered everything Savannah had learned in her courses, taking on such a large conglomerate was truly a significant challenge.

Even with Cameron alongside her, what difference would it make? She couldn’t possibly ask him to do everything and just get in the way!

"I..." Quinn bit her lip. She appeared hesitant, but then a thought suddenly crossed her mind.

"I can start learning the basic management tasks of the company along with my brother."

"Although I haven’t paid attention to the company’s affairs, I can handle reviewing documents and some simple matters independently."

Quinn sat up straight, looking stern and serious at Mr. Lowell and Cameron.

Since Ariana has already taken action, she couldn’t fall behind.

Only by becoming strong herself could she compete with Ariana, and perhaps even stop her before she further meddles with Lockwood Group.

The other three present were visibly surprised by Quinn’s response.

No, to be precise, only Mr. and Mrs. Lowell were surprised.

Cameron’s astonishment was evident because Quinn’s willingness to tackle troublesome matters was entirely unlike Savannah.

For someone like Ariana, taking on the conglomerate seemed like an unattainable task. But for heirs like Cameron and Savannah, who were raised in the aristocratic circle, it was more of a troublesome burden.

"Savannah, are you serious? What about your work in the entertainment industry..." Mr. Lowell was filled with joy as he looked at Quinn, still somewhat incredulous, fearing she might just be showing a fleeting interest.

"There’s nothing too time-consuming there at the moment. In the script I’m filming, I only have a supporting role, so it doesn’t take too much of my time," Quinn said, her heart suddenly filled with nervousness, her hands clenched tightly on her lap.

"I’ll be learning at the company every afternoon after my work, just hoping my brother won’t mind me being a bother." Quinn flashed a smile at Cameron, her hopeful eyes seemed to say, "Master Grant, please guide me in the future."

Seeing her silly smile, Cameron’s lips couldn’t help but curl up, exuding warmth.

"You reviewed a document for me and did great. You have talent." The man slightly turned his head, his tone as gentle as the white mist lingering in a fairy forest, making people want to capture it, yet only watching it slip through their fingers.

Quinn met Cameron’s gaze filled with laughter, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

Did she misjudge? She felt Cameron’s recent expression was gentle yet distant, as if praising a stranger.

But when Quinn wanted to observe his expression further, Cameron quickly looked away and buried himself in reading the newspaper.

In the following days, Quinn was incredibly busy, her schedule packed like a sponge that could no longer absorb water.

She asked the director to schedule her scenes in the morning, and in the afternoon, as soon as she wrapped up, she hurried to the company to learn various tasks, while continually keeping an eye on Ariana and Jonah’s movements.

Quinn wished she could clone herself. Despite her knack for sleeping in and struggling to get up, she embarked on early starts and late nights, a grueling regime.

But somehow, Quinn seemed to enjoy it.

She quite liked the feeling of being busy for almost 20 hours a day, finding it especially fulfilling and meaningful.

Under such a fast-paced and high-pressure lifestyle, Quinn even forgot about the trouble that once weighed heavily on her heart.

Not forgotten, but she simply had no time to think about it.

Every night when she laid in bed, images of Elias and Ariana together would flash in her mind, but because of her sheer exhaustion, those images would turn into darkness just as quickly as they appeared.

When Quinn opened her eyes, another day awaited her and another cycle began.

Hidden beneath these seemingly peaceful and harmonious times was the growing strain in Elias and Quinn’s relationship.

Each harbored deep misunderstandings about the other, creating a deep chasm between them, much like at this moment, in the office of The Sinclair Group...

"Kevin, did Savannah only go to the set and Wintersnow Group today?" In the leather executive chair behind the desk, a refined and noble man wore a perfectly pressed black suit, flawlessly without a crease.

The light from the large floor-to-ceiling windows poured over him, making him appear radiant and immaculate, shrouded in a mysterious glow. If it weren’t for the frost in his eyes, this image would have been heartwarmingly charming.

"Sir, Madam left the house at six this morning, reached the set at six thirty, and left the set at one in the afternoon to head to Cloudfall Group..." Kevin glanced upward, recalling Quinn’s schedule for the day.