William King sat there showing no signs of being moved, instead, he curled the corner of his mouth with a disdainful laugh.

"Miss Carter, the gap between you and your brother is indeed not small," William King shook his head, he could be friends with James Carter, but with Jillian Carter, he couldn’t even hold a conversation.

Even an additional word felt like a waste of saliva.

"What, do you think 200,000 is too little?" Jillian Carter never intended to compare herself with her brother. She knew from childhood that her brother was excellent, with good academic grades and inheriting their mother’s musical talent.

So, William King’s comment didn’t stir much within her; no matter how excellent or good her brother was, he was always her brother, she didn’t feel the need to compare herself with her own family.

"Miss Carter, 200,000 isn’t a small amount, but earning 200,000 here from you, I feel like a beggar accepting your pity," William King sneered, "I have my own capabilities to earn this 200,000, even if it has to be through hard work, it’s at least worth it. I don’t think I have reached a stage where I need charity, I believe earning a monthly 200,000 by myself is not an issue."

After saying this, William King didn’t add another word and directly turned and left the clubhouse.

But still, he felt choked up with irritation, initially wanting to call James Carter to complain but, after a second thought, he decided against it. After all, that was James Carter’s younger sister.

After leaving the clubhouse, William King directly drove to Jane Joy Studio. Being backed by a big tree is good for enjoying the cool shade; a newly opened studio occupying the entire seventh floor of Universe Building shows how powerful Jane Joy Studio’s backing is.

And the more elusive Jane Sampson’s background appeared, the more it proved that she was no ordinary person, thus William King was even more determined to go to Jane Joy Studio.

Jillian Carter felt humiliated by William King and, infuriated, she called her brother, James Carter. As soon as he answered, Jillian angrily said, "Brother, what kind of friend did you introduce me to? He’s totally insensitive. I offered him 200,000 a month to be my agent, and he accused me of charity. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

After hearing Jillian’s words, James Carter sighed, advising her, "Jillian, you should learn to respect others. William King already told me last time, you are not the kind of artist he wants. Nowadays, anyone who truly has skills carries a sense of pride and integrity."

James Carter knew William King’s personality well; even 2 million a month wouldn’t be enough to keep him if he didn’t respect Jillian.

Feeling helpless, James had quite a lecture over the phone, only hearing Jillian nonchalantly acknowledging him, leaving James unsure of how much she truly understood.

"Brother, are you done preaching? Once you’re done, could you find me a live broadcast company? I’m not sure which live broadcast company is good. I want to start streaming as soon as possible, possibly this evening." Jillian flicked her newly done nails and chuckled softly, "H brand has new arrivals, I’m going shopping tonight, perfect for a live stream."

James found himself speechless with the words he wanted her to consider about not becoming a live streaming host choking him.

"I’ll have my assistant arrange it," James finally gave up on advising, said helplessly, "As long as you’re happy."