"Bitch, bitch!" Aaron Lawson cursed frantically while smashing things, his expression was terrifying, as if his eyes were about to pop out.
It wasn't until everything was smashed and the entire lounge became a wreck that he calmed down, tidied his clothes, and headed straight for the CEO's office of Stellar Entertainment.
"Aunt Lancaster."
Stella Lancaster looked up, gave him a glance, and smiled gently, "Aaron is here."
"Aunt Lancaster, about Linda Hancock winning the championship, does it still stand?"
"That depends on your performance." Stella said with ulterior motives, her gaze nonchalantly sliding over his crucial areas.
She had always favored Aaron Lawson, but for so many years, he pretended to be clueless. Today, he finally caught on.
Damn old woman!
