Chapter 5: Mr. Gu, Please!

She was to beg him?!

She had caught a cold just to take these photos; saying the word "please" wasn't too much to ask. It's not like she hadn't begged before. Her eyes darted around, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, gazing at him with an attempt to please.

"Please! Just help me this one time!"

Samantha Huntington imitated the sweet and coquettish tone of women in TV dramas. After speaking, even she felt like vomiting. Unexpectedly, the man's gaze paused for a moment, and he pulled her closer.

"Next time, use this tone in bed, got it?"

Samantha Huntington, "..."

Rogue!

Scum...

Before she could finish cursing in her mind, her vision went white, and she fainted into the man's arms. The sudden weight made Oliver Donald pause, and he asked teasingly, "What? Faking it?"

There was no response, and her body slumped further. He immediately realized something was wrong and quickly scooped her up horizontally. Samantha Huntington had completely lost consciousness, her head lolling against his chest, her face pale.

Was she really unconscious?

Oliver Donald frowned and kicked open the door to the stairwell. When his assistant, Matt Forster, saw his boss, he nearly recoiled from the aura of hostility radiating off him.

"Bo... Boss, what happened to Madam?"

"Call a doctor."

As Oliver Donald gave the order in a cold voice, he headed towards the elevator. Matt Forster hurried to follow. Fortunately, they were not far from home, and by the time they arrived, the doctor had also just gotten there. While the doctor examined Samantha Huntington, Oliver Donald handed the camera to Matt Forster.

"Upload the photos in this camera to the internet. Find some marketing accounts to hype it up."

Although Oliver Donald was the owner of Dream Network, he ran the site as a hobby and never followed trends or used it to smear others. What was going on today?

Matt Forster, full of questions, opened the camera. Seeing the people in the photos and what they were doing, he felt utterly uneasy.

"Boss, you can't do this!"

The woman in the photo, Sylvia Congreve, was a rising star recently promoted by Glory Entertainment, known for her pure and innocent image. She had a strong chance of winning the Most Popular Actress award at tonight's Starlight Awards. As for how this involved Oliver Donald, Glory Entertainment was founded by his older brother, Joseph Donald, and Oliver Donald himself held a 10% stake. Releasing these photos would be devastating for Sylvia Congreve.

"Boss, this will bring no benefits to Glory Entertainment..."

"So?" Oliver Donald glanced at him indifferently, his eyes icy. "You have ten minutes. If I don't see it trending, bring your resignation letter to me."

Just then, the doctor came out of the room.

"Mr. Donald."

Ignoring the distressed assistant, Oliver Donald walked over. The doctor reported, "Madam is fine. She just has a cold and hasn't been resting well, which caused her to faint. She’ll be fine after a good sleep."

Hearing this, Oliver Donald didn't ask any more questions. After the doctor left, he sat by Samantha Huntington's bedside, casually playing with his phone. Matt Forster was efficient, and soon, the intimate photos of Sylvia Congreve and Edward Priestley were all over the internet. On the trending topics, Sylvia Congreve's collapse was marked with a glaring red "explosion" symbol.

It was the first time Oliver Donald had personally arranged to deal with a minor celebrity. Putting away his phone, he looked at the sleeping woman and justified his actions.

"Consider it a reward for your hard work these days."

He couldn't help but pinch her nose. The next second, his phone rang. The screen displayed Joseph Donald's name, likely calling to confront him. The tenderness in Oliver Donald's eyes instantly vanished, and he stood up and left.

***

At the Starlight Awards, Sylvia Congreve sat upright, waiting for the host to call her name. Everyone knew she was the most likely to win, and many were looking at her. But their expressions seemed strange.

Sylvia Congreve hadn't figured it out when the host stumbled over his lines, paused, and glanced at her. Then, he announced loudly, "This year's Most Popular Female Artist award has been canceled due to unforeseen circumstances."

Sylvia Congreve was stunned. Why the sudden cancellation?!

Edward Priestley, sitting beside her, had already been informed to check the internet. Seeing the photos of their indiscretions spread across the web, with thousands of shares, he panicked. The exposure of their affair made him feel like needles were pricking his back. At that moment, his phone vibrated, and it was a call from home. As soon as he answered, he was met with a barrage of scolding.