"Orion, are your fever brought down?”
Orion stood up, his clear eyes sparkling with a hint of mirth, “Xan, did you call just to check on me?”
On the high-definition screen, Orion’s poised figure and slightly curled lips were clearly reflected. The executives were taken aback, staring at him in amazement.
That breezy demeanor, that tender, indulgent voice - was this the same chairman who was usually so cold and decisive?
“Uh, what’re you doing right now?” Xanthea dodged his question, trying to change the subject.
“Nothing much,” Orion stepped out of the boardroom.
“Nothing much?”
“Who’s Chairman Lockwood talking to? He seems totally different from his usual self!”
“Who’s this Xan, anyway? Managed to pull the Chairman out of such an important meeting.”
As soon as he left, the room buzzed with speculation.
Only Cedric, who knew the truth, raised an eyebrow. Besides Ms. Nightshade, no one else could pull the CEO out of such an important meeting with just a few words.
“Oh, good to hear you’re fine. Actually, there’s another thing. The film crew needs a horse ranch last minute, and our usual spot is booked. The director asked me to ask you if we could possibly use your private ranch in the northern areas of Crestwood?”
Xanthea revealed her true intention, and there was a brief silence on the line.
Xanthea thought to herself, “Oh no, did I upset him after all that fake small talk?”
“Don’t worry; we can pay rent. It’s just that the budget is a bit tight.”
“How much?”
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