At the elevator entrance, Sunny spotted the newcor instantly. She hurried over, "Finally, you’re here, my dear brat."
"I’m not late, right?" Olivia Lewis paired a deep red sweater with a DOIR starry dress, along with a pair of currently trendy Dadehfle Wdedee soft lambskin gray high heels, looking stunning like a fairy.
Sunny’s eyes brightened, feeling much better, "No, you’re just in ti. Let’s head over."
"Okay." Olivia followed beside her, "Has the executive president arrived yet?"
Sunny shook her head, talking as she walked, "No, maybe they’re still on their way. Nicole Oliver and the others are inside waiting, anyway the secretary ntions the new president is supposed to arrive today. Surely they can’t ditch us again after standing us up yesterday."
"Haha, could be. After all, you never can predict a rich person’s actions. If they ditch you, they ditch you, who’s really gonna dare complain?" Olivia shrugged, indifferent.
A mont later, she added gloomily, "But they better co, otherwise I’ve sacrificed my precious sleep ti for nothing."
"..." Sunny rolled her eyes at her expressionlessly, and at the office door, she sternly reminded Olivia, "Olivia, keep your expression in check."
"Okay," Olivia knew it was ti for battle, changing from her playful deanor to a goddess-like appearance.
Sunny opened the office door, instantly drawing everyone’s gaze.
Among them, Nicole Oliver and Lena had the most intense gaze, Lena unabashedly expressing her jealousy on her face, she sneered coldly, "Oh, another celebrity shows up. You act like you’re attending an event, everyone’s already here but you decide to arrive at the climax?"
Olivia ignored her provocation, decisively walking over to Nicole Oliver’s side, claiming one of the three seats Nicole occupied, sitting down naturally.
In the office where everyone else was standing, no one dared to sit in those three seats. Olivia simply sat, and Nicole’s manager, though hesitating to want to intervene, ultimately didn’t dare treat Olivia as they did the small artists eager for a photo.
Olivia might not be Celestial Entertainnt’s hottest artist, but everyone knew her strong backing was Adam Sinclair.
Adam controlled most of the entertainnt industry’s work resources, even if people didn’t understand why Olivia didn’t affiliate herself with her patron’s company, but stayed with Celestial. Her connection with Young Master Sinclair was plain for all to see, so nobody with sense would openly challenge her.
Even though Olivia’s situation wasn’t great right now.
Nicole Oliver showed no displeasure at Olivia sitting beside her, instead turning her head with a familiar tone, asking, "Haven’t you handled your previous scandal yet? Do you want to introduce a public relations company for you?"
Olivia blinked, declining her offer, "No thanks, I don’t plan on doing PR."
She’s planning to clear her na with her acting skills.
Of course, she wasn’t foolish enough to reveal her plan.
Nicole Oliver furrowed her brows, seemingly worried, "I advise you to do so PR, you know? August Oliver is now a director at Oscar Group. With his popularity so high, people might use your past scandal as leverage."
"You’re talking about that online report against before?" Olivia glanced at her, half smiling, "Indeed many people want to knock down further, bury . However, my patron shields . That report actually did well, but unfortunately, one call, and the portal website removed it. Oh, it’s really a pity for those who worked hard to tarnish , but ended up with weak support, wasted money."
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