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?”

obvious issue, everyone

I’m concerned, if money can solve it, it’s

made them want to slap

had money, and yes, he was

managed to say,

“Don’t thank me just yet. Money isn’t the issue, but I want value for it. Don’t play games with me. Don’t say one thing to my face and then pull

making it clear that any underhanded moves against Quintessa would not

how foolish it was to splurge so carelessly. All the

his impulse to lavish

hastily reassured him, “You can count on us,

in the Wind” was sweating bullets. They had thought Quintessa was just some starlet

but they quickly abandoned the 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

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glamorous from the outside, but only those within it knew how tough it was without a bigwig’s support.

their responses, Tyrone had them sent off, slightly worse