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The front pages of major media outlets were dominated by a piece of gossip.

In bold, Linton City’s biggest and most eligible bachelor, Young Master Lawrence, Baron Lawrence, was reported to have appeared at the Orchid Club last night, spending the evening with a female celebrity.

Low pressure seemed to be permeating the entire President’s office. Everyone wished they could dig a hole in the ground to bury themselves, lest they be swept up in the torrent of anger.

“President Lawrence, we’ve found what you asked us to investigate. The photos from last night were taken by a paparazzi. He confessed that he received a call from a female celebrity telling him to stake out the Orchid Club, claiming there would be a big scoop. So he went there to stake it out and snapped pictures of you. Knowing that news about you wouldn’t make it to print media, he sold the photos to an internet portal site.”

“Contact those websites immediately and have them delete the news. And by the way, send a message: If this happens again, I will have no choice but to take over!”

“Yes, I’ll handle it right away.”

The secretary dared not face his wrath and kept her head low throughout.

Just as the pressure in the room was reaching its peak, the door of the President’s office was pushed open.

Emily Goldsmith came in holding a thermos, surprised to see the secretary break out in a cold sweat. She closed the door behind her.

“What’s wrong? You’re angry so early in the morning? Good thing I made chicken soup for you. Chicken soup is great for cooling down, do you want to drink some?” With an ‘I’m so lucky’ tone, she teased and raised her thermos, “I saw the news this morning, Adam Sinclair is really useless. I even helped him solve a big problem just to get close to your friend. But, at the crucial moment, he didn’t think of me! He didn’t leave a good opportunity to seduce you to me.”

Baron Lawrence paid her no attention and asked the secretary, “Have you reached the person I asked you to schedule a meeting with?”

“Yes, I did.” The secretary responded immediately, “Their representative is free at noon. They invite President Lawrence to meet them at the Racecourse in one hour.”

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“Yes, that’s what they said.”

Furthermore, the sound of the voice on the other end seemed eerily familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. But he couldn’t remember where exactly.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

He wouldn’t have any connections with any of the people from Country T’s oil company.

But that voice did sound so familiar…

The secretary dared not mention that she also found the voice on the other end familiar and only pondered this in her mind.

“Adjust my schedule for this afternoon. I will attend the meeting at noon.” And then with a furrowed brow, he added, “Forget it, clear my entire afternoon schedule!”

He wanted to see just how difficult it would be to deal with the other party, especially considering they had made no progress in the past three months!

“Alright, I will arrange that immediately.”

“Prepare the car.”

“Okay.”

The secretary left.

Baron Lawrence put on his watch arrogantly, grabbed the necessary files, and walked out of the office as if he didn’t see the other person there.

Emily Goldsmith didn’t try to hold him back and just watched him go, feeling frustrated while holding her thermos. She sighed, “Damn, wasted another three hours…”

This was the umpteenth time, it seemed like the saying ‘capture a man’s heart by capturing his stomach’ didn’t work either. She needed to try a new approach.

As for the chicken soup…

Her thumb ached from the blister she got while making it. She couldn’t bear to throw it away, but she just couldn’t eat any more of it. Then, a lightbulb went off in her head, and she suddenly thought of someone else who could use it. Happily holding the chicken soup, she walked out of the room.