Chapter 182: A Group of Three_2

Oliver Hoffman took off his sunglasses, his phoenix eyes shimmering in the sunlight. He looked at Helen Blair, a subtle smile playing across his lips. "Certainly not. I'm nothing more than a small director. It's not my place to inspect the work," he said. He stood tall and opened the car door, making a very gentlemanly "Please" gesture.

"Miss Blair, it's a charming coincidence to meet you. How about joining me for a meal?"

Helen Blair looked at him coldly without moving. After a moment, she suddenly smiled. "Oliver Hoffman, I'm truly sorry. I've arranged for dinner with my boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?" Oliver looked at her, his smile unwavering. "Where did you get a boyfriend, Helen? Even if you don't want to have a meal with me, at least come up with a more believable excuse."