August Oliver just wanted to dispel the doubts about him and wasn't concerned about Celestial Entertainment's messy accounts. After successfully dispelling Amy's doubts, he lowered his gaze, clenched his fist, and said, "Oh, really. That's interesting, go ahead and check it."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Knock knock." At this moment, the office door was knocked on.
Amy changed her respectful tone to a stiff one and said, "Come in."
Celestial Entertainment's secretary entered, holding a stack of folders, walked up to the desk, and put everything down, "President Oliver, here are the documents you requested."
"Hmm, just leave them here. You can go out first."
"Alright."
"By the way, make me a cup of coffee and bring it in."
"Sure, what type of coffee does President Oliver want?"
As if recalling something, August Oliver's expression suddenly softened, and he gently said, "Blue Mountain, with two cubes of sugar."
