Chapter 7: 00. An Old Dog Will Never Change Its Ways

Unexpectedly, she asked so bluntly. Edward Priestley was clearly taken aback for a moment before he tried to appease her with flattery.

"Baby, we truly realized our mistake and came here in person to apologize. The company has already reassigned me, and we won't have any contact with her anymore."

Edward Priestley approached her with a face full of guilt, trying to take her hand, but Samantha Huntington coldly avoided him.

"Whether you two have any contact or not is none of my business. I don't want to see you either. If you're going to great lengths for those photos, don't waste your time. Please leave."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Sylvia Congreve quickly blocked the door.

"Samantha Huntington, don't overthink it. You're just a mere entertainment reporter. If we wanted to deal with those photos, we have plenty of ways. Why would we come here to apologize?"

What an outrageous statement!

"Are you here to apologize or to threaten her?"

This was what Samantha Huntington thought, but someone else said it out loud.

Oliver Donald's tone remained calm, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference.

He pushed the door open, bumping Sylvia Congreve aside.

Edward Priestley stood by, instinctively supporting Sylvia Congreve.

Samantha Huntington saw his action, and a pang of pain flashed in her eyes.

Oliver Donald showed no remorse for bumping into her, and he returned Sylvia Congreve's implied threat in kind.

"If you want to mess with my people, you'd better ask if I agree first. A mere artist can be blacklisted with just one phone call."

Hearing this, Edward Priestley immediately put on a smile and explained, "Mr. Donald! There's a misunderstanding. We didn't mean to threaten anyone. To be honest, this is a personal matter…"

"If it's a personal matter, you shouldn't come to her workplace," Oliver Donald glanced at him, "to deliberately pressure Baby?"

His little trick exposed, Edward Priestley felt a wave of unease, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He tried to deny it, but seeing Oliver Donald embrace Samantha Huntington's shoulder, he continued in a calm voice, "Since you're here, let's talk about your personal matters."

Strange.

Isn't Oliver Donald supposed to be even more heartless and arrogant than his elder brother? Why is he so concerned about a regular employee?

Sylvia Congreve was full of questions and couldn't help but observe the two closely.

Edward Priestley didn't think too much, not wanting to leave a worse impression on Oliver Donald, and bowed his head.

"Mr. Donald, you must be busy. Our little matter isn't worth your time."

Edward Priestley's obsequiousness made Samantha Huntington feel very strange.

After all, he was the young master of the Priestley family, one of the prominent families in the capital, yet he was so humble in front of Oliver Donald.

Seemingly used to being fawned over, Oliver Donald's expression didn't change. Instead, he looked down at Samantha Huntington in his arms, a glint of tenderness in his cold eyes.

"If it concerns my woman, it's not a small matter."

His woman?

Edward Priestley's face stiffened, unable to understand the situation, and unconsciously asked, "Mr. Donald, what is your relationship with Samantha Huntington?"

Samantha Huntington and Oliver Donald were legally married.

But this marriage could end at any time. If their relationship was made public now and Oliver Donald decided to divorce her, she would become a laughingstock again.

Unwilling to let that happen, Samantha Huntington quickly answered before Oliver Donald, "He is my current boyfriend."

Hearing these three words, Edward Priestley's face changed abruptly.

Oliver Donald's expression remained unchanged, but his grip on Samantha Huntington's shoulder tightened, sending a dangerous signal.

Edward Priestley's mind went blank, only recalling his father's words from last night. He shook his head and unreasonably told Samantha Huntington,

"We haven't broken up yet! Baby, how can you just give up on twenty years of childhood love?!"

Such resentment!

Samantha Huntington felt as if she had been the one to cheat first!

Just as she was about to retort, Oliver Donald pulled out a stack of documents from somewhere.

"Twenty years of love? Ha," Oliver Donald sneered, his eyes filled with mockery, "You've been with seven or eight women behind Baby's back, and you still have the nerve to talk about twenty years of love!"

Looking at the photos and hotel records on the papers, Edward Priestley was speechless, his face pale as paper.

Oliver Donald then tightened his hold on Samantha Huntington's shoulder, sternly advising her, "A dog never changes its ways. It's fine if you were naive and deceived before, but you can't be foolish again with me."

Samantha Huntington nodded obediently, and Oliver Donald told her, "I brought you some spicy hot pot from restaurant. It's in the office."

With that, he didn't spare a glance at the stunned pair and left the reception room with Samantha Huntington.

Having been scolded like a dog by Oliver Donald, Edward Priestley didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal. When he and Sylvia Congreve came to their senses, they found a group of intimidating security guards surrounding them outside.

Leaving the headquarters of Entertainment News Network, Sylvia Congreve was overwhelmed with jealousy and remained silent for a long time before muttering to herself,

"It must be fake. If a big shot like Oliver Donald is really with Samantha Huntington, how could he let her eat something like spicy hot pot? That's too stingy! It must be a heroic rescue, just a temporary act."

Sylvia Congreve couldn't believe that after leaving Edward Priestley, Samantha Huntington had managed to hook up with a man that all the socialites in the capital and even the entire country yearned for.

Hearing her mutter, Edward Priestley's feelings became even more complicated.

Sylvia Congreve didn't know, but he knew very well that the spicy hot pot from restaurant was Samantha Huntington's favorite food.

A man like Oliver Donald, who was accustomed to luxury, actually ate such low-class food for Samantha Huntington. Could it be—does he really like her?