Alexander Cole quickly opened his email, looked at the documents inside, and pursed his lips. "Stellar Entertainment has always been managed by my third uncle, you should go find him."
"I think it's more convenient to find you. Also, I heard that Stellar Entertainment is planning a movie, and I plan to invest."
"The Sheffield family never interferes with entertainment matters, so are you doing this just to insert this woman into Stellar Entertainment?"
"Half and half, I guess. The Sheffield Corporation should always be innovative and keep up with the times. Also, I can make money with you, so why not?" Thomas Sheffield shrugged and replied casually. To be honest, the investment in a movie was not a big deal for him, just for fun.
"Stellar Entertainment is not a place to support your lovers." Alexander Cole looked at Thomas Sheffield coldly, gently tapping his fingers on the desk.
"She's not my lover." Thomas Sheffield frowned, looking troubled, and slowly said, "She likes this industry, so I just help her out. And for your Stellar Entertainment, having one more or one less person doesn't make much difference, right?"
Alexander Cole looked at Thomas Sheffield, not often seeing this side of him. It seemed that this woman was special to him.
"Let her report to training camp tomorrow. As for the investment, we can discuss it when we have time."
"Great, I've got something else, I'll leave first. You're busy." Alexander Cole agreed, and Thomas Sheffield left immediately without saying much.
In the villa, Isabella Sheffield was browsing trainee information on her computer. To know oneself and the enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles.
Stellar Entertainment's trainees totaled eleven this time. The number was not large, but who would get the company's focus depended on their own efforts. Her ranking among them was somewhere in the middle, so she would have to work even harder during training.
While she was absorbed, the phone beside her suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID, Isabella Sheffield was stunned. After hesitating for a while, she finally pressed the answer key.
"Bro, why do you have time to call me?" she asked cautiously. She didn't know how to explain to them that her husband had changed. Regardless, she had to face it sooner or later. "What did you say? You're in New York?" Upon hearing the words from the other end of the phone, Isabella Sheffield was so shocked that she jumped up from the sofa. Lowering her voice, as it was someone else's home, she said, "I got it, I'll be there soon."
"Missus, where are you going?" Having cleaned herself up very quickly and just about to leave, she was spotted by Auntie Sandra.
"Auntie Sandra, I have something to do and I'm going out. You don't need to prepare my lunch," she said before dashing off like the wind. What on earth? How could that devil, Thomas Sheffield, be in New York? Could it be that he knows she has entered the entertainment industry? All the way, Isabella Sheffield's mind was in chaos. She didn't know which issue she should tell Thomas Sheffield first; both seemed quite important.
"Miss, how many in your party?" Just as she arrived at the agreed place, a waiter welcomed her with a professional smile, addressing Isabella Sheffield.
"I have an appointment with Mister Thomas Sheffield," said Isabella Sheffield, glancing around the first floor. She didn't see Thomas Sheffield, so she told the waiter instead.
It'd figure. Thomas Sheffield, an egotist who cares much about his reputation, couldn't possibly be waiting for her in such an open place on the first floor. Even though they were in New York, their circle was small, and those who knew him were not a minority.
"Miss, please come with me." Sure enough, as soon as they heard she was Thomas Sheffield's guest, the waiter quickly led her to a private room.