Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 148

Tyrone smirked inwardly, thinking how much simpler it would be if they just did what was needed without him having to prod them along.

He gave a casual flick of his wrist, and a waiter promptly approached, filling everyone’s glasses to the brim with top–shelf whiskey.

“Cheers to a smooth start to your project,” Tyrone toasted, his voice dripping with a patronizing tone.

The producer and director felt the sting of humiliation. They had already agreed to his terms, and now they were being coerced into drinking to it.

Lifting their glasses reluctantly, they muttered, “Thanks, Mr. York.”

They gulped down the whiskey while Tyrone didn’t even touch his drink. It was a clear message that they had irked him, and he was here to put them in their place.

Director Gardner, his face flushed from the alcohol, blurted out, “Speaking of the movie, we’re in a bit of a bind. That’s about the post–production special effects. We’re considering an overseas team, but we can’t seem to seal the deal. Could we ask for Mr. York’s help?”

wavered; though he did not state the obvious issue, everyone knew it was a matter

feigning nonchalance. “Is that all? As far as I’m concerned, if money can solve it, it’s not a problem.”

words made them want to slap the smugness right off his face.

and yes, he was flaunting it.

to

me. Don’t say one thing to my

clear that any underhanded moves against

it was to splurge so carelessly. All the York family’s

help his impulse to lavish Quintessa with luxuries.

hastily reassured him, “You can count on us,

few more drinks, the creative team behind “Whispers in the Wind” was sweating bullets. They had thought Quintessa was just some starlet under York’s patronage, but they never imagined that

idea. After all, they were at the mercy of their benefactor, and without funds, they were nothing. Tyrone’s attitude was clear: I am rich and powerful, and if you couldn’t keep up, then just

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those within it knew how tough it was without a bigwig’s

their responses, Tyrone had them sent off, slightly worse for wear