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

yet his tone was cool and detached as if he was simply passing on a message to a subordinate-leaving no

on Violet's round and plump

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

off,

arguments.

I'm telling you what I want. Take the money, or don't-either way, I will

heart, Violet thought bitterly-He's

just like a bandit's way? Flaunting

whispered to Violet: Yes, he has the money, and yes,

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 matter what, the outcome will be the

let Quinn know this was nothing short of

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