"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with Olivia Lewis." Adam Sinclair furrowed his brow, displeased with the casual way he referred to Olivia as a star. His expression became cold, and his tone turned confrontational.
"What kind of attitude is this!" Benjamin Sinclair began to huff, his square face turning angry red.
Auntie Merry saw the father and son were about to quarrel as soon as they met, and quickly intervened, standing between them to smooth things over, "Director Sinclair, Young Master rarely comes back, don't be mad at him."
She gave Adam a meaningful look, "Young Master, you too, don't keep angering Director Sinclair."
"Hmph!" Benjamin snorted coldly, probably thinking it was unbecoming to make such a fuss, toned down his anger a bit, and was the first to walk toward the sofa, "Go ahead, show me what you want to show me. If it's nothing important, I have to go back to the company for a meeting later."
"It's about..." Adam was about to speak.
