Stephen Wilson entered Benjamin Walton’s company without any courtesy, sat down in a chair, and smiled at Benjamin Walton behind the desk.
"Mr. Wilson, why are you here again?" Benjamin Walton asked with a slight frown, his tone edged with impatience that Stephen Wilson didn’t miss.
Stephen Wilson knew Benjamin didn’t like him, but he didn’t care, and cheerfully said, "Aren’t I a bit short on cash lately, so I came to ask for President Walton’s help."
Hearing this, Benjamin’s face darkened: "Mr. Wilson, I thought the matter between us was already settled last time."
"Settled?" At that, Stephen laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke, staring at Benjamin, "President Walton, are you kidding? You think you can brush me off with that little money for something ? Do you think I’m a beggar?"
Benjamin frowned deeply, staring unhappily at Stephen, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want, Mr. Wilson?"
"Didn’t I just say? I’m a bit short these days." Stephen extended his hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.
Benjamin said nothing, clearly rejecting Stephen’s proposal.
Stephen wasn’t in a hurry, smiling maliciously, "I’ve heard that President Walton always cherishes his wife deeply. I’m just not sure if she could handle the public’s criticism if the news I have gets out."
"Oh, and I recall Mrs. Walton’s heart isn’t very strong, is it? If she gets agitated..."
"Shut up!" Benjamin shouted, gritting his teeth in anger, "How much do you want?"
"Not much at all." Stephen smiled sleazily and named the amount he required. Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Benjamin had no choice but to give him a check, finally getting rid of Stephen.
As soon as Stephen left, the previously furious Benjamin suddenly laughed, his eyes devoid of the previous unwilling anger, clearly showing the cunning smile of an old fox who had succeeded in his scheme.
The premiere press conference of the TV series was quite grand, with the director even arranging a red carpet for everyone to walk on. In addition to the TV station’s live broadcast, there were also reporters from newspapers and magazines.
Sitting in the car, Sophie Wilson looked at the sea of people outside and was speechless: "Why are there so many people?"
"Hey, Auntie, don’t you know? Our show is already a hit before airing." Julian Campbell looked at Sophie in surprise and saw the confusion in her eyes, evidently unaware of this.
Julian sighed, holding his forehead: "Auntie, it’s your show, why haven’t you paid any attention to it? What have you been busy with every day?"
"I’ve been busy taking care of your uncle every day," Sophie’s answer almost made Julian spit out blood. Clenching his jaw against the sourness, he said, "Auntie’s relationship with Uncle is really great."
"Of course." Sophie was not shy at all, openly showcasing her relationship with Charles Seymour.
Julian turned away, refusing to engage with this person who bullied single people.
Of course, Sophie hadn’t had time to worry about the show’s promotion because Charles Seymour had started the drug trial.
During this time, she’s already had two injections. The effect was naturally much better than in her past life, but it still hurt a lot.
After taking the medication, when the pain surged, it felt like all the bones in her body were being forcibly broken, with sweat pouring off her body. After enduring the initial days, she would remain weak for a while.
With her condition , how could she have time to go online and check promotions?