Olivia Lewis pushed the bank card forward again with a troubled look and continued, "Aunt, I know that 750 thousand might not be a lot for you, but it's a significant amount for ordinary people. I don't have that much money either, after all, I still have a family to support. Please take this 750 thousand."
The sophisticated lady's face turned a shade of iron blue, and for a moment she almost lost her composure and sprung up, even though she tried to control herself, it wasn't much better. Clenching her teeth, she stared at Olivia Lewis and demanded word by word, "Ms. Lewis, are you saying that my son knew you had a child and yet he kept pestering you? That you actually have no feelings for him and hope I can make him leave you?!"
The version she had heard was completely different.
How could her son possibly be shamelessly clinging to a small-time star? With their family wealth, what kind of woman couldn't Adam Sinclair get?
