"What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry? Speak clearly." Lisa looked at her assistant impatiently, full of disdain.
The makeup on her face, splashed by the cold water Olivia Lewis threw at her, was somewhat ruined. She had just entered the dressing room to have the makeup artist retouch her makeup and blow-dry her hair. Now her whole appearance was once again refined and hard to get along with.
The assistant took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing before saying, "Young Master Sinclair is here!"
"Young Master Sinclair? Which one?" Lisa didn't react immediately, but an instinctive thud hit her heart, and a sense of unease enveloped her.
The Director's reaction was more direct, his face turned white instantly, and he looked at her, saying, "Could it be that Young Master Sinclair?"
In this circle, there's only one person called Young Master Sinclair — Adam Sinclair, who holds half of the entertainment industry in his grasp!
But why would Adam Sinclair come here?
