Chapter 3138: Chapter 3227: Message Delivered by Proxy

"President Sinclair!"

Lydia Bell saw Adam Sinclair come in and stood up from the bed in surprise.

But when she noticed the person who had just threatened her walking in with Adam Sinclair, her steps toward him halted. The surprise on her face turned into shock, and she quickly stepped back two paces. Her clear, bright eyes shifted from being full of surprise to being wary.

How could she forget? There were so many people in black outside; it was impossible for President Sinclair to appear here without reason.

The only possibility for his appearance here was that President Sinclair knew this group of people!

Realizing this, Lydia Bell shrank her shoulders back with a complicated expression, retreating to her original position. She pressed her lips tightly together, her whole body tense, watching them defensively, unwilling to speak.

Adam Sinclair hadn’t expected her to be caught up in such a complicated situation and had no way to explain the current circumstances to her. He could only say, "Jeremy Payne is fine, Olivia has already taken him to the hospital."

Lydia Bell’s defensive expression relaxed slightly as she glanced at him, her voice as small as a mosquito’s, "Thank you, President Sinclair."

Adam Sinclair felt a bit uneasy seeing her like that and wanted to reassure her that she needn’t worry; Scott Harris and the others would just keep her here for a while, and she could leave once someone came. But since this involved Baron’s plan, he couldn’t reveal it to Lydia Bell.

At this moment, a faint sound came from Scott Harris’s earpiece, and his attention seemed drawn to the other side, his expression turned serious, "Let him in."

Shortly afterward, a man who looked quite flamboyant came in from outside.

Lydia Bell became agitated upon seeing this person, "Coco, what are you doing here? Leave quickly!"

The man in the flamboyant shirt glanced at her as if she were insignificant, then directly addressed Scott Harris, "Hello, Mr. Harris."

"Where is Master Fick?" Scott Harris asked more directly.

The man in the floral shirt rolled his eyes and said, "Master Fick won’t come."

"Master Fick sent me here to bring a message to President Lawrence."

Scott Harris waited expressionlessly for him to continue.

Lydia Bell’s manager, who was also Master Fick’s lackey, glanced contemptuously at Lydia, who was foolishly worried about his safety, before continuing, "Master Fick says not everyone is a romantic like President Lawrence. Lydia Bell is just a little toy for him, President Lawrence can play as he wishes. He won’t risk his life for a little toy! But this little toy is quite tasteful; if President Lawrence wants to ’sample’ her, he could send a video to Master Fick, so he can enjoy it too."

Even Adam Sinclair, as a man, couldn’t bear to listen any longer, and he looked over at Lydia Bell.

Sure enough, Lydia Bell’s face was deathly pale, like she had been punched, clenching her fists tightly, "What did you say?"

Her manager ignored her. The reason he was her manager was that Master Fick above had asked him to take care of his little sweetheart. Otherwise, with his status in the entertainment industry, he definitely wouldn’t manage a newbie just starting out.

Now Master Fick’s message was clear: Lydia Bell had been abandoned.

For an abandoned toy, he certainly wouldn’t show the respect he once had. More than anything, he feared Scott Harris and Adam Sinclair standing there; these two men were not to be messed with lightly. Today, he had no choice; Lydia Bell had been captured, so he, as her manager, had to make a trip to deliver the message. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come!

"Mr. Harris, these are the words Master Fick asked me to convey. I’m just here to deliver the message; I don’t know anything else."

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