Chapter 916
With a daunting air, Howard dropped those words and left the private room without even looking back.
“Mr. Howard, Mr. Howard…” Wayne called out several times but could not make Howard
stop.
Sitting in his seat, Wayne felt utterly defeated.
He keenly noticed Howard’s mention of ‘the entire Lawson family‘ and regretted it deeply.
Wayne had hoped that marrying Phoebe would strengthen ties with the Nicholls family, but he had not anticipated offending Howard.
It was definitely a “penny wise, pound foolish” moment.
Sighing heavily, Wayne took out his phone and called the PR department of the Santos Group.
“Immediately find out who besides Howard holds the most influence in the
entertainment industry.”
Two minutes later, the PR department sent a text message to his phone with only two
words.
[Sheena Lawson.]
Besides being under Howard’s entertainment empire, Sheena’s company, Angle, was the highest–valued entertainment company.
It boasted top–tier stars like Phoebe, Skye, Abel, and others. Moreover, the hottest talent shows in the entertainment industry were all planned and produced by Angle.
It could be said that Sheena had full control of the other half of the entertainment industry, which Howard did not.
Wayne sighed again.
The entertainment industry was already dominated by the Lawson family. With both siblings reigning supreme and considering Howard’s attitude, seeking help from Sheena would likely yield a similar response.
Wayne slumped over the table, lamenting his dilemma.
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The tea party finally ended, and the socialites bid farewell to Sheena, driving their luxury cars leisurely back home.
Gabrielle left with Naomi, chatting as they departed.
Sheena stood by the railing of the rooftop restaurant, her raven hair swaying in the wind, lending her a messy yet elegant allure.
She gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and quickly sent a message to Lionel.
[Everything’s done on my end. Proceed according to plan.]
As quitting time approached in the National Investigation Bureau, Romello straightened his military uniform, casually slipped his hands into his pockets, and left his office.
Just as he stepped into the hallway, he spotted Elliot, also clad in formal military attire, leaning against the railing on the second floor, overlooking the bureau’s lobby below.
Elliot typically dressed casually for assignments and did not often don his military uniform when coming to the National Investigation Bureau.
Hence, Romello was surprised to see him so formally attired today.
After a while, he approached Elliot and greeted him, “What a coincidence, Mr. Jenkins. What brings you back to the bureau today?”
Elliot turned around, his figure exuding an air of justice and authority in his adorned military uniform.
Then, he replied in a serious tone, “It’s not a coincidence. I’m here to see you.”
Taken aback, Romello quickly straightened his posture, pressing his thumbs against his trouser seams and standing at attention.
He respectfully saluted Elliot, saying, “Mr. Jenkins, please let me know if there’s a task at hand.”
Elliot brushed past him, heading toward his own office with a hint of frustration in his voice as he uttered, “Follow me.”
