She hung up on Enna Clark and cut off the incoming call, surprised to see it was Adam Sinclair. "Where are you?"
"Why?"
"I have a party with friends tonight and I want to take you with . I’ll co pick you up." The man’s voice ca from the other end of the phone, indescribably elegant and pleasant, with a hint of roguish charm beneath the deep tone.
Olivia Lewis didn’t even think before refusing, "I don’t want to go, you go by yourself. I have sothing to do tonight."
"What is it?"
Isn’t it because your first love showed up causing her to need to terminate the contract quickly... Olivia thought about saying it but found it unnecessary, since she was planning to terminate the contract anyway, there was no need to tell Adam about bumping into Renee Anderson.
"Work-related stuff. I made plans with Sunny. If you don’t believe , ask Sunny."
Adam pondered for a mont, his voice low and hoarse, "Alright, get ho early tonight. I might be back late, you don’t have to wait for ."
"Alright, alright." Olivia was eager for him to co back late. She could already foresee how badly her dear manager would react when she announced her decision to terminate the contract with Celestial Entertainnt. She knew a bloody scolding was inevitable, just a matter of how many rounds Sunny would need to vent her anger.
"Get so rest tonight. I’ll call your manager to keep track of your whereabouts."
"...Yes, Investor." Olivia humd in frustration, lazily saying, "Can I hang up now? I need to drive."
"Drive safely, don’t go over 12 mph!"
"..."
Is he sure he’s my Investor and not my Dad?
Olivia decisively hung up the phone and drove to find Sunny.
...
On the other side, at Sinclair Group.
The secretary opened the door to the President’s office, holding a tray of coffee, "President Sinclair, your coffee."
"Leave it there." The man in the leather swivel chair stood up and grabbed the nearby jacket, instructing her, "I have to go out for a while, please reschedule the remaining agenda for ."
"Understood, President Sinclair." The secretary promptly took out a notebook and asked, "Do you need to arrange a driver?"
Adam walked past her, "No need, I’ll drive myself."
"Yes, President Sinclair."
After leaving the President’s office, he took the exclusive elevator straight down to the first floor. Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he ran into Alexander Sinclair and Leah Rivers walking shoulder to shoulder into the company.
Leah, having suffered a major setback at Olivia’s hands last ti, took a long ti to be coaxed back by Alexander. Upon seeing Adam, Leah’s gaze was clearly captivated by the handso man, completely distracted from Alexander who was talking beside her. Her deanor was absent-minded.
"Leah, didn’t you say you wanted to try that French cuisine? I’ve already made a reservation with the chef for you..." Alexander was saying but noticed Leah’s mind had wandered off.
A glance showed Adam, with his tall and sturdy figure, walking towards them.
Alexander’s eyes suddenly darkened, hesitating whether to greet Adam and maintain appearances.
But Adam directly ignored them both, passing by them with a blank expression—
Alexander felt as if he’d been slapped in the face, the humiliation was palpable. Beside him, Leah’s face showed the sa expression, her delicately made-up face almost twisted, her fists clenched tightly, glaring at the disappearing back of the man with eyes full of defiance!
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