Violet took a deep breath and said, "Good morning, Mr. York."

Tyrone gestured towards a chair, signaling Violet to take a seat.

Once seated, Violet asked, "May I inquire why you've invited me here today?"

Tyrone glanced at James, who promptly stepped forward and placed a check in front of Violet.

Tyrone said, "Fill it out with any amount."

Violet was stunned. "What do you mean, Mr. York?"

indifferently, "I want your

voice was soft, yet his tone was cool and detached as if he was

registered on Violet's round and plump

wits. "But Mr. York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite modest.

her off,

that single sentence, he silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you have money, you can

I'm telling you what I want. Take the money, or

bitterly-He's no better than

just like a bandit's way? Flaunting wealth

to Violet: Yes, he has the money, and

smiled at Violet, saying, "Ms. Sullivan, I understand your concerns. You must worry that the corporate control would make your studio lose creative freedom in managing your artists. We can offer you complete autonomy. What the York Financial Group wants is your studio, firmly in our grasp. Name your price, because no

composure, yet she regretted not having let

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