Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 120 - 119: President Sinclair, It’s Me, Lowell

Since President Lloyd actively brought up the matter of delivering meals every day, Bella Acker wanted to resolve it once and for all.

Bella Acker said, "President Lloyd, our crew has ordered boxed meals specifically, so please don’t let your assistant send me food in the future."

"What’s wrong?" President Lloyd asked in confusion, "Ms. Acker, is the food not to your liking?"

"No... it’s not that." Bella Acker took a deep breath and earnestly said, "This makes me very troubled."

Except for the first day when everyone in the crew received specially prepared sumptuous boxed meals, for a period afterward, only Bella Acker continuously received meal boxes delivered by President Lloyd’s assistant every day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes even late-night snacks during late-night shoots, never missing a day.

The crew believed that President Lloyd was determined to take advantage of Bella Acker, and that’s why he was pampering her with such sugar-coated bullets. This led to many in the crew looking at her differently.

Bella Acker just wanted to focus on acting and making money, and didn’t want to get caught up in any tabloid news.

But President Lloyd found himself in a bit of a bind. Damn, how could he not be?

Damian Sinclair had given prior instructions. It was clearly meant for him to take good care of Bella Acker and safeguard her career in the entertainment industry! At the mere thought of Damian Sinclair’s expression in the restaurant’s private room that day, and the terrifying atmosphere at the time, President Lloyd couldn’t help but want to treat Bella Acker better and even better!

Ideally, he would treat her well enough to satisfy Damian Sinclair, so he wouldn’t trouble Aurelian Media anymore.

With thoughts racing through his mind, President Lloyd quickly said, "I just wanted to express my apologies sincerely to Ms. Acker. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble by being inconsiderate. I’m sorry."

His sincere apology left Bella Acker a bit at a loss for words, "You... you don’t have to do this. If... if you really want to apologize to me, could I ask you for a favor?"

President Lloyd’s eyes lit up when he heard this, "Ms. Acker, please, what do you need my help with?"

It’s always difficult to ask a favor from someone you’ve had a grudge with. Bella Acker hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ms. Flynn, that’s Elaine Vaughn, her studio has been facing difficulties recently. Do you know anything about this situation, President Lloyd?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Upon hearing this, President Lloyd glanced at Sharon Cheney beside him, beginning to understand why she had come along.

Just then, the waiter brought a tea set, and after some fuss, poured a cup of hot tea for each of the three before leaving.

President Lloyd picked up the small teacup, took a sip, and said, "I’ve heard people mention this issue; it’s not impossible to solve, just a bit tricky."

After all, the entertainment industry is so large, and there are always some who aren’t afraid of power. However, getting involved means opposing Jaden Lynch, and it would inevitably offend the Lynch Group. Without a compelling reason, no one would want to get involved in such matters.

Aurelian Media may not be much different in standing from the Lynch Group, but both sides can prosper peacefully; who would want to turn against each other?

President Lloyd was quite troubled.

Seeing his expression, Bella Acker’s already low expectations immediately plummeted to rock bottom.

She exchanged a glance with Sharon Cheney, and they both realized that it seemed hopeless to ask President Lloyd for help.

After thinking for a long time, President Lloyd finally said, "Ms. Acker, let me make a phone call."

"Alright," Bella Acker nodded.

President Lloyd took out his phone and went to a corner near the window of the teahouse, hesitating for a long time before finally dialing the number.

The phone rang for quite a while before it was answered, and a cold voice came from the other side, "Speak."

"President Sinclair, um... it’s me, Lowell."