Young Master's Adored Sweetheart

**In the President's Office at Entertainment News Network.**

"I... I didn't mean to take that photo of you. I didn't know you were with a woman..."

If she had known that taking a photo of him on a date with another woman would make him so furious, and that he would come to the company just to give her a hard time, she wouldn't have pressed the shutter button for anything in the world!

Samantha Huntington was still regretting it when the man spoke coldly.

"That woman is my mother, your mother-in-law."

Samantha Huntington's movements as she adjusted her clothes suddenly froze, and the look of shock on her face solidified.

She stole a glance at the photo on the desk. The woman in the dark green dress had smooth, fair skin without a single wrinkle. She looked no more than thirty-five years old, yet she was Oliver Donald's mother?!

When they got their marriage certificate, she clearly saw that Oliver Donald had written down his age as twenty-six!

His mother looked like she was fifty but subtracted twenty years!

Rich people really do take good care of themselves!

While Samantha Huntington was silently marveling, Oliver Donald was already dressed impeccably. His tailored suit perfectly outlined his body, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs that could rival those of a top male model.

His handsome face showed no emotion, and even sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, his presence was overwhelming, making Samantha Huntington too intimidated to speak. She cautiously observed him, trying to gauge his mood.

Oliver Donald's eyes were long and deep, and after a while, Samantha Huntington finally detected a faint hint of displeasure in them.

Feeling her gaze, Oliver Donald didn't even raise his eyelids. He picked up the photo, walked over to her, and placed it at her collar, his tone chilling as he said, "Since you like taking photos so much, the red carpet event this evening will be your responsibility, Su! Pho! To! Gra! Pher!"

The last four words were said with biting sarcasm. After that, he left, leaving Samantha Huntington standing there, her face as red as a ripe tomato.

What kind of photographer!

She was clearly a reporter!

Was it really necessary to mock her so harshly for accidentally taking a photo?

And the red carpet event in the evening was an outdoor event!

It was freezing, with temperatures below minus twenty degrees!

Just thinking about it made Samantha Huntington shiver.

Knock, knock—

The sound of knocking startled her back to reality.

Samantha Huntington quickly ran to the door, opening it just a crack.

Outside was the cleaner responsible for Oliver Donald's office.

"Has President left? I'm here to clean up."

"N…no need," Samantha Huntington stammered, then added, "President said I should do it! You can go back!"

After saying that, fearing that something might seem off, she quickly closed the door.

The cleaner stood outside, puzzled, not understanding why her job had suddenly been given to someone else.

After cleaning the office, Samantha Huntington, carrying a black garbage bag, passed by the secretary's office and was stopped by Agatha Gosse.

"Samantha Huntington, President has assigned you to cover the red carpet tonight. Here's your access pass."

Samantha Huntington lifted her head and reached out to take it.

Seeing her red nose and moist eyes, as if she had just cried, and holding a garbage bag, Agatha Gosse felt a bit sorry for her.

She was a top student from university, yet she was working as an entertainment journalist. And now, she had somehow offended the president, who dragged her into the office for a scolding whenever he felt like it!

Today's punishment was even worse: not only did he make her clean up, but he also made her take photos outside in the cold.

Agatha Gosse handed her the access pass and kindly said, "Baobao, actually, the president is a good leader. Maybe you two just don't get along. Try to avoid him in the future. I can put in a good word for you."

Avoid him?!

She wished she could!

"Thank you, Agatha, but it's okay. President..."

Is so unapproachable!

Samantha Huntington bit her lip, but before she could finish, another secretary interrupted.

"It's fine, Samantha Huntington. Agatha Gosse's family and our president's family are old friends. They’re very close."

Samantha Huntington's small face fell, and she didn't hold out much hope.

Could anyone be closer than her?

She was even married to that man!

After throwing away the trash, she took another look at the access pass. Just then, her phone received a message.

"Baobao! Inside scoop! Tonight, Edward Priestley will be walking the red carpet with Sylvia Congreve!"

Samantha Huntington's face stiffened, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the lanyard of the access pass.