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?"

responded indifferently, "I want

cool and detached as if he was simply passing

Violet's round

Violet finally gathered her wits. "But Mr. York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite modest. It hardly seems worth your while. Besides, when I

off, "This

arguments. When you have money, you can

what I want. Take

thought bitterly-He's no better

a bandit's way? Flaunting wealth

Yes, he has the money, and yes, he can bully

is your studio, firmly in our grasp. Name your price, because no matter what, the outcome will be the same. Of course, you can refuse." James' reminder was subtle, but the message was clear: Sell

regretted not having let Quinn know this was nothing

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