Adam Sinclair's long legs stopped, coming to a halt in front of her, looking down at her for a few seconds, making Nicole Oliver hold her breath, "Young Master Sinclair?"
Adam squinted his peach blossom eyes, handsome and lazy, "Do you think I care about that little bit of money? Money can't buy happiness for a big shot like me, is it any of your business?"
He straightened up, putting distance between himself and Nicole Oliver, speaking with utter coldness, "Ms. Oliver, take your 450 thousand and your manager and leave the set. I don't want to see you right now, you should understand what I mean."
The last sentence was a ruthless expulsion.
Nicole Oliver's face was slapped hard, almost twisted with anger, she considered herself quite composed, yet she clenched her fists in fury.
She looked at Olivia Lewis with an ugly expression, squeezing out a meaningful smile, "Ms. Lewis having a boyfriend like Young Master Sinclair is truly enviable..."
