"Brother Fletcher, sorry to trouble you." Ophelia Wilson slightly bowed to express her thanks.
"It's what I should do." Albert Fletcher smiled while comforting Ophelia Wilson, saying, "Don't think too much, there are plenty of opportunities."
"Yes, I know." Ophelia Wilson smiled, seemingly relieved, and left with her assistant.
After Ophelia Wilson left, Albert Fletcher slowly walked to the trash can, knelt down, and gently stirred the shredded paper inside with his fingers. As expected, the business card he had torn up was already gone.
Albert Fletcher's eyes darkened; Ophelia Wilson really would stop at nothing for success.
But, can she make up her mind to secure this endorsement?
Albert Fletcher stood up, leisurely sat down on a chair nearby, and made a phone call to James Reed. Once connected, he spoke with a touch of concern and sincere care: "Mr. Reed, I'm Ophelia's agent, Albert Fletcher."
