The room fell into a brief silence, and for President Lloyd, this silence was nothing short of a death sentence.
Just when he thought he was doomed today, Damian Sinclair finally spoke up.
"Alright." Damian Sinclair said, "But if she wants to make it on her own, you’ll need to gauge the balance yourself."
For crying out loud, with such a powerful background and not using it, what kind of independent venture is that!
You have to know how many female stars wish to hitch a ride on Damian Sinclair’s big ship, but over the years, none even dared to start a rumor with him. However, Bella Acker, with such a strong background, still pretends to be a complete newbie.
She’s happily playing self-reliance, but I’m the one who got screwed over.
President Lloyd ranted fiercely in his mind but maintained a respectful demeanor, nodding repeatedly, "Okay, okay. President Sinclair, rest assured, I’ll be careful."
"I naturally trust Aurelian Media’s capabilities in the entertainment industry," Damian Sinclair stood up and walked out of the room.
The assistant retracted the exposed killing intent and returned to a polite demeanor, reminding after his Boss left, "President Lloyd, you probably need to go to the hospital to get your injuries checked, good luck."
"W... wait a minute." President Lloyd stopped the assistant, "You’re... definitely not an ordinary assistant, right?" With such skills, definitely a trained expert, he didn’t seem like a normal assistant at all.
The assistant laughed upon hearing this, "President Lloyd, you’re mistaken, here with the Boss, I’m just a little assistant carrying a briefcase." With that, he too left the room.
President Lloyd watched his back, and only when the room door closed, did he finally slump to the ground, heaving a heavy sigh of relief.
He raised his weak arm, wiping the cold sweat off his face, and even after quite a while, his whole body was still shaking.
He had long heard that Damian Sinclair was different from ordinary businessmen and was ruthlessly cold; those who offended him had no good end. Previously, he thought those people exaggerated, but after experiencing today, he realized those people were understating it.
Facing Damian Sinclair directly, he was almost scared to pee his pants.
At this moment, President Lloyd truly felt like he had survived a great disaster, and it took him a while to pick up the hotel phone with trembling hands to make a call.
Damian Sinclair brought the safflower oil back to the room, and Bella Acker was still asleep. However, she never slept soundly, and whether due to the heat or not, the blanket was completely tossed aside, with half of her body exposed.
That’s not all. No one knew how she managed to sleep in such a short time, turning her vertical sleeping position completely horizontal. She had rolled to the edge of the bed, and if she turned a little more, she and the blanket would roll off the bed.
Damian Sinclair helplessly moved forward, scooped up both her and the blanket, placing her back on the pillow, before sitting on the bed with the safflower oil.
The soft Simone mattress sagged a bit, causing Bella Acker to lean closer, her small hand naturally resting on his leg while she rubbed her face against his leg, grunting like a little pig.
The Evil Qi in Damian Sinclair’s eyes faded completely, "Be good, I’ll apply some medicine for you."
Completely dead asleep, Bella Acker obviously wouldn’t listen, so Damian Sinclair gently moved her head aside, poured some safflower oil into his palm, massaged it, and applied it to her bumped red forehead.