Chapter 2774: Chapter 2783: Young Master Sinclair, President Oliver Has Intervened

"No need. I told you I can help you." August Oliver elegantly finished cutting his steak, put down the knife and fork, and said slowly while Nicole Oliver sat there nervously, "You helped me before, I remember it very clearly. I’m not an ungrateful person, but just this once, there won’t be a next time."

He was making it clear that he would help her this one time, and after this, she would be no different from any other artist in the company to him.

Nicole Oliver was tormented inside, as if she were being roasted over a fire, feeling miserable all over. She wasn’t even sure if this kind of deal was worth it for her.

Damn it, her original plan was to never give this man a chance to repay the favor she’d done him. That way she could strut around Celestial Entertainment and always stay in a special position! Who could have known something unexpected would happen—who on earth exposed her to that lunatic Lena! They’d better hope she never found out, or she would make them pay!

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"Young Master Sinclair, President Oliver has stepped in. The news online is starting to get taken down. What should we do next?" At the same time, Adam Sinclair, who had already dropped the dog off at the pet Hospital, received a call from his subordinate.

"President Sinclair, please wait outside for a bit. We’ll clean him up and bring him right out to you." The boss of the pet shop took the leash the man handed over and carefully picked up the huge golden retriever.

The golden retriever really lived up to its reputation as one of the gentlest dogs. Even being carried, it was still happily panting with its tongue out, cutely rubbing its head against the man’s palm.

Adam Sinclair smoothed its fur with one hand and nodded slightly to the boss. "Give him a routine check-up, and trim his fur while you’re at it."

"Okay."

The boss carried the golden retriever inside.

Adam Sinclair turned around and walked over to the sofa in the waiting area outside, sat down, and then unhurriedly said to the person on the other end of the line, "August Oliver? He stepped in? Interesting. Leave it for now, I know what to do."

"Yes, Young Master Sinclair."

Adam Sinclair hung up, leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his posture luxurious and lazy as he flipped through the call log on his phone. Soon, he found the number he wanted and dialed it directly.

"Beep, beep..."

The phone rang twice and was picked up.

"Hello."

He keenly picked up the sound of a violin coming from the other end. The music was elegant and smooth; if he guessed right, the other party should be in a restaurant.

Adam Sinclair narrowed his eyes. "Hey, August Oliver."

The other side was silent for a moment, then followed up, "What business does Young Master Sinclair have, calling me?"

"You know Nicole Oliver?" Adam Sinclair asked lazily, casually, as if he’d already known the answer.

There was another pause on the other end before he said, "She helped me before. This time I’m just paying back a personal favor."

"Tsk~" The man lounging on the sofa exuded aristocratic air. His eyelids half-lowered, he let out a soft laugh full of ridicule. "You’ve got it wrong. I didn’t call to ask why you’re helping Nicole. I’m just telling you—you can’t help her. You’re still too green. With the connections you have right now, anyone I decide to move against, you won’t be able to protect."

"..."

He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, took a drag, flicked off the ash with his finger, then narrowed his eyes and continued meaningfully, "But since you want to help her, I’ll indulge you. I’ll leave her a way out."

"Why are you indulging me?" The man on the other end, who had barely spoken, finally opened his mouth.

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