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Everyone in the booth looked stunned to see him, and it took a couple of seconds before Oliver also came to his senses. He looked irritated and asked snarkily, "Who the hell are you?"

His friends also seemed displeased by the sudden intrusion, and they frowned. "What's going on? Why the heck did you barge in like that?"

"Yeah, who is he?"

Max ignored their probing looks, and his gaze fell on Oliver directly. "I'm your manager."

Oliver seemed surprised at first as he probably didn't expect Max to come looking for him. But he quickly composed himself and arched a brow, cigarette still hanging loosely between his fingers. “What are you, a stalker now? Don't you know that when someone hangs up on you, they're not interested in whatever you have to say?"

Max’s lips quirked into a humorless smile when he heard that, his suit jacket hanging loosely on his arm. "Does it matter whether you hang up on me or not? You'll eventually have to come find me."

"Why would I come find you?" Oliver gave a
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