Sivan's plan was completely in vain. She could not control her temper at all, nor could she continue to pretend to be considerate and gentle.
"How could I not be angry? Why do you listen to that damn founder? You've worked so hard for Tip Top Media and him."
"Did he ever think about you? In the end, he even forced you to write an apology statement on your Weibo account and embarrassed you!"
Sivan only felt Carl was embarrassed. She was angry because he had written an apology statement for Jessica, and it didn't go as she wished.
In short, in Sivan's opinion, she had done nothing wrong.
It was just others' fault.
Carl had interacted with many women in the
past few years, including those he met at work and female artists working for him.
This was the first time he had met a greedy, brainless, stupid, and ignorant woman like Sivan.
He was running out of patience.
Carl revealed a mocking smile. "Yes, he got me embarrassed. What do you think I should do with him?"
Only then did Sivan realize that she had lost her temper with Carl just now.
She sneaked a glance at Carl and found his expression was very faint. She could not tell whether he was angry or not.
Sivan thought for a moment, and then thought there was no way Carl was angry with her, so she took the courage to probe carefully and said, "You may as well snatch Tip Top Media over."
She said this intentionally in a willful tone. If Carl could listen to her, it would be good. If he didn't have this idea, she could make amends in time.
A hint of disgust flashed through Carl's eyes, but his tone was exceptionally gentle. "I think what you said makes sense."
Sivan was delighted, "Really?"
She had always dreamed of becoming the wife of the President of Tip Top Media, but what happened today let her know that Tip Top Media was not Carl's alone.
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