Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 193

Carlisle’s tone was cold and imposing.

After saying those words, he turned to the employees with their hair dyed in various colors and announced, “And all of you, if you want to make money, I want you to work hard.

“The studio is still in its development stage, but it will eventually become a big company. We may even

develop our own games.

“If any of you want to go out and mess around, I can let Heath take you. However, I guarantee you will

regret it in the future.”

These youths older than Carlisle lowered their heads one after another.

Money would always be king.

Because Carlisle had money, even Heath, who had made a name for himself, respected him.

At this moment, they believed in every word Carlisle said.

One of them, a red–haired youth about five feet five inches, stammered, “I–I’ll dye my hair back tomorrow.”

Another young man with white hair beside him chuckled and scratched his head. “Carlisle, we’ll do whatever you say. Just tell us what to do.”

Carlisle waved his hand. “Get back to work, all of you!”

Everyone immediately returned to their positions.

Holding his stomach, Owen stood up from the ground and glared at Carlisle with resentful eyes.

“I want to join Heath!” he insisted.

“Request denied!” Carlisle refused without hesitation.

Owen was at a rebellious age. He wouldn’t even listen to his parents, let alone anyone else.

the

earlier were just empty talk!

up. “I think I can handle it!”

to care about me!”

yourself. Carlisle changed his mind again.

a moment before striding straight to the

had ten million on him, Owen figured he could make

and called Heath. He put the call

“Boss?”

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now on, stop providing Owen any

Carlisle directly hung

stopped in his

shrugged indifferently. “Hit me if you can.”

his fists. Even so, he knew he was no

pick a fight with

He’s doing this for your own good,”

need

anger.

about to follow

to bother.”

Carlisle wanted to let him experience some

called Heath. However, Heath didn’t answer any

“Fuck this…”

taking out a cigarette, putting it in his

1. it.

from playing card

Owen hissed and glared at her before storming out of the area.

up the phone from the ground and went upstairs to see Carlisle.

chair emotionlessly, she asked, “Did

had a little disagreement.” Carlisle

dress, Jean sat down on the opposite chair.