"Have you seen the news on the company's official website? Our studio has been recently acquired by Hughes Group.”

“Yes, | just saw it! It's all so sudden, isn't it?”

“Right? But | mean, it is Hughes Group. It's like the largest conglomerate in the city. I'm sure our salary will improve after the acquisition.”

"Eh, | don't care about any of that. My only concern is the fact that Brian Hughes is visiting today!”

Most of the female staff were tittering among themselves in one corner.

Rosalynn stopped in her tracks, shocked by what she had just heard.

S.W. Studio had been acquired? And by Hughes Group, no less?

When the hell had that happened?

How come she was never notified?

As if on cue, a commotion broke out at the entrance.

Brian strode into the building, flanked by a number of bodyguards on both sides.

He was sporting a tailored suit that complimented his tall figure.

The women present practically swooned as he passed by them.

Not once did he glance at them, though. His eyes were fixed forward, his strides long and even.

"Please be at the conference room at half past nine for an emergency meeting,” Edwin declared to the staff.

Everyone agreed readily, then moved their attention back to Brian until he turned a corner and disappeared from view.

"Oh, my God! Mr. Hughes is such a hunk!"

"You said it! He's even more gorgeous than any of the trending male celebrities."

"Ah, wish | could get to sleep with him, even just once! I'm sure it will be the experience of alifetime.”

The women shrieked with excitement behind their hands before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

Rosalynn's lips turned down in disdain. She fled to a quiet corner and took out her phone, intending to make an urgent call.

She had to know what the hell was going on.

But before she could even tap on the contact details she needed, she received a notification message from her bank.

Someone had transferred five hundred million to her account.

Her eyes narrowed. Rosalynn already had a hunch on who the sender was.