Inside the car, Sean Quinn's gaze was deep. Instead of answering, he asked, "It seems Miss Lockwood was convinced I would refuse. How about this? Just give the contract back. We can tear it up..."
"No, no, no! How could we possibly tear up the contract? This is a treasure I could only dream of..." Stella Lockwood quickly hid the contract behind her back and said with a placating smile, "Mr. Quinn, please, don't let me keep you. I'll contact you three days before the show starts..."
"Mm," he responded faintly, slowly raising the window and cutting off his deep gaze.
His assistant, Morton, smiled at her. "Miss Lockwood, we'll be going now." He gave a slight nod and got into the car with a smile.
"Goodbye..." Stella Lockwood beamed, waving as their car slowly drove away. Then she pulled out the contract again, looked it over and over, and ecstatically covered it in kisses.
'Success.'
'Success.'
'Hahaha.'
