Pollock took a seat and started to yammer non-stop about his new film script, hoping to get these four big shots to invest in his movie.
As for Sheila, she sat adorably next to him, her gaze drifting towards Theo.
The more she looked at this handsome and dignified man, the more her heart fluttered. The more her heart fluttered, the more she felt a pang of regret.
Not too long ago, she almost married Mr. Blanchet. The Blanchet family even had their wedding procession at her doorstep, but she missed out, and it turned into a joke.
To this day, the enormous dowry given by the Blanchet family still sat in her house.
Imagine if she had married into the Blanchet family; she would now be Mrs. Blanchet, sitting next to Theo, and be the envy of all women.
Lost in these thoughts, Sheila was a bit dazed and accidentally knocked over her freshly brewed tea, spilling it on herself.
"Yikes!"
Sheila jumped up, startled, and quickly started cleaning the tea off her.
"Sheila, are you okay? Did you burn yourself?" Pollock asked with concern.
"No, no...I'm okay..." Sheila, feeling a bit embarrassed over her clumsiness, quickly said. "Ellinor, grab some napkins from my bag for me, quick!"
"Alright."
As her assistant, Ellinor grabbed Sheila's bag, lowered her head, and searched for napkins, passing them to her once she found them.
Although she looked obedient, she was complaining inside.
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