Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Megan's phone rang, and when she saw the caller ID, her face immediately changed. She smiled and said, "Mr. Romer... hello..."

A few seconds later, Megan's expression became extremely ugly.

After hanging up the phone, she almost crushed it in her hand.

Vivienne asked, "What happened?"

Megan cursed: "Damn it! Something bad happened. I have to figure out what's going on."

Megan made seven or eight consecutive calls with her phone before finally figuring it out.

"I just asked someone for help. It seems that Arthur Grayson recommended a new actress and sponsored a lot of money. The role in the TV series is gone." Megan was somewhat frustrated. If things were like this, there would be no room for turning back. She angrily said: "These businessmen always meddle in everything."

When Vivienne heard this, she narrowed her eyes and asked: "Is his name Arthur?"

"How did you know?"

"Acquaintance."

Vivienne remembered what Arthur had said that day and sneered inwardly at him - he had some nerve!

She wouldn't give up easily!

Vivienne told Megan who was still angry: "Call Dylan over to do my makeup so I can go see someone."

"Who are you going to see?"

With a murderous look in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, Vivienne replied: "To collect debts! Damn it! I can't let them take advantage of me again like last night." Suddenly Megan felt less irritable and said: "Okay, I'll call him right away..."

After calling Dylan, Megan asked him anxiously: "Are you sure your acquaintance can help us?"

Vivienne told her confidently: "Let me tell you something - if he can't help me with this matter then there won't be a second person in the whole of Los Angeles who can. Once we get him on our side, you won't have to worry about anyone trying to trip us up again."

"Really...?"

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"Don't waste time talking nonsense. Hurry up and call him!"

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An hour later, a car was parked on the street outside the Crowley family's headquarters.

Dylan asked: "Vivienne, are you sure you want to go in? The security here is very strict. Without their company access card, it's impossible to get in."

Before he could finish speaking, Vivienne had already opened the car door and got out.

Dylan hurriedly followed her.

He didn't know what Vivienne said to the security guard at the entrance but they let her in anyway.

Once inside, they were stopped by a receptionist who asked: "Miss, may I ask whom you're looking for?"

Vivienne took off her glasses and replied: "Sebastian."

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! The receptionist was taken aback - she was asking for their big boss. "Um...I'm sorry. Do you have an appointment?"

Vivienne leaned forward slightly and said: "Does an appointment made in bed count?"

The receptionist blushed immediately upon hearing this unexpected response from Vivienne.

Laughter came from behind them as everyone turned around to see who it was that had just arrived. The receptionist quickly explained: "Mr. Walker, this young lady is looking for Mr. Crowley but she doesn't have an appointment..." "What business do you have with Mr.Crowley?" A tall young man appeared before them with handsome features - sharp eyebrows and clear eyes that exuded magnetism when he spoke; his voice sounded particularly pleasant too. Vivienne glanced at him coldly and replied bluntly: "To collect debts."

He stood leaning against the front desk with his arms crossed, looking at Vivienne with a half-smile. "What does he owe you? Can you tell me?"

The man was very tall and standing so close to Vivienne made her feel oppressed.