Travis Miller was supposed to have secured a script, but it was snatched away halfway.
By Arabella Vanderbilt.
By the time he rushed to the company, the matter was already settled, and the person in charge didn't dare to even breathe loudly.
"President Miller, we were just left to sign the contract with the other party's copyright department. Who knew, President Vanderbilt suddenly came in, offered a higher price, and signed the contract on the spot."
Travis Miller's face was so dark that it could almost drip water.
Not long after, Arabella Vanderbilt's call came through.
"I think there's no one in this world as slick as you."
Every word Travis Miller uttered carried a gritting undertone.
Arabella's voice, with a hint of a smile, gently rang out, "It's just a lost script, there's no need to give me that nickname too."
"I thought you should be quite busy recently, probably no time to mind this. Thank you, let's have a meal sometime."
