May Sloane felt that the aura around her was too strong, making her heart tremble uncontrollably.
If she were an enemy of Tiana Thorne, she would likely have been killed several times over.
"How do I help?"
Tiana Thorne curved her lips: "Call Arthur Donovan."
"Now?"
Tiana Thorne licked her lips: "Yes, right now. Then, tell him my demands aren't low—fifty million as the salary, and he must give her a perfect leading role."
Upon hearing this, May Sloane, who had been tense, immediately relaxed and laughed out loud: "He would probably cough up blood three times over."
"Call him, do as I say."
May Sloane nodded, then dialed Arthur Donovan's number and put it on speakerphone.
After just two rings, Arthur Donovan answered the phone: "Hello, Miss Sloane."
May Sloane thought that Arthur Donovan was indeed waiting for her call.
