Adam Sinclair narrowed his eyes slightly, raising an eyebrow with an ambiguous smile, "I rember this coffee shop seems to be a property of the Oscar Group."
In other words, ’This isn’t your place, so why do you care why I’m here.’
"I also rember this doesn’t belong to the Sinclair Group’s properties." August Oliver’s eyes flared with anger, responding coldly.
The air between them was thick with tension!
Adam initiated a playful smile, "This place isn’t part of the Sinclair Corporation, but the land is owned by the Sinclair Corporation. Director Oliver didn’t know?"
August furrowed his brows, "..."
Adam tactfully shifted his gaze from him to Olivia Lewis beside him, "You texted to wait outside for you, I’ve been waiting half a day, you didn’t co out, so I had to co in."
Olivia was baffled, "..." When did she send him a text?
Adam’s deep-set eyes were like a dark pool, threatening to suck her in, suppressing anger with a smile on his handso face, "Why are you still standing there? Didn’t we agree to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony together? The car is already waiting outside, and Dad is there too."
If Olivia couldn’t see he was saying this on purpose in front of August Oliver, she’d be blind. Her mind raced, quickly deciding to go along with his act. She imdiately picked up her bag next to her, apologizing to the stern-looking man, "Sorry, August, my boyfriend and I planned to attend an event at his family’s. I have to leave now. Please tell Director Leigh about the script."
August looked deeply at her, his left hand clenched tightly into a fist at his side, his stern face revealing no emotional fluctuation, "Alright. Think it over, I’ll keep the script until the end of the month."
Olivia wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, she’d already decided. But seeing soone’s clenched eyes and barely suppressed anger, she didn’t waste any more ti, vaguely agreeing, "I understand, I’ll consider it again when I get back."
"Leaving now. Bye."
"Bye."
Adam’s temple throbbed intensely, his patience slipping as he pursed his thin lips, reminding her, "Let’s go."
"Oh." Olivia walked around August Oliver, jogging to join him.
Adam turned around, dropping the smile he’d worn facing August Oliver, his handso face taut, extending his hand to hers, pulling her out of the coffee shop.
The sound of wind chis at the coffee shop’s door rang out clearly.
Olivia’s nerves finally relaxed as she stepped out of the coffee shop, turning in surprise to the tall man beside her, "Adam, how did you know I was here? You startled just now."
"Passing by, saw you having coffee." His voice was stiff, as if squeezed through his teeth.
He had just argued with Benjamin Sinclair in the car when he caught a glimpse of Olivia and August Oliver outside the car window, prompting him to ask the driver to stop and bring her out.
Seeing his sour expression, Olivia could tell he was angry, and she blinked her beautiful eyes, voluntarily linking her arm with his, nudging him slightly, and smiling, "That was unexpected. I promise. You know the person who arranged to et —Director Leigh. Leigh called saying he had a script perfect for , asked to take a look. We t here, but when I arrived, it was August instead of him."
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