"Or are you scouting new talent for our company?"
"But they look a bit unfamiliar, probably not from the entertainment circle, right? A complete newcomer?"
Baron Roan retracted his phone expressionlessly, ignoring the rambling, "You have ten minutes. If you can't find them, don't bother coming to see me."
Oswald Yale: "..."
This little brat, is he intentionally making things difficult for me?
…
The hospital was crowded, and just registering took a long time. Ava Kent wanted to just buy some medicinal liquor and rub it on, but Julius Goodman insisted, telling her to sit on a bench far away while he queued.
Ava rubbed her shoulder, feeling it was a bit swollen, likely a sprain.
While she was idly scrolling on her phone, a shadow suddenly fell over her, and she looked up to see Baron Roan standing in front of her with a sullen face.
