Eric’s voice was cold, harsh, and deep with suppressed anger.
"What's going on here?"
Mitchell trembled in fear. He could barely maintain the courteous smile on his face.
"It’s... Ms. Stanton who gave him the money..."
Eric's office fell silent. The air around them had a dense oppressive chill.
Mitchell did not dare to breathe freely.
Although Mitchell was used to this kind of atmosphere, every time he experienced it, his whole body would shiver.
Under Eric's bone-chilling gaze, Mitchell braced himself and gritted his teeth to speak.
"Although we’ve cut off Young Master Nathaniel's source of funds, he took the money Ms. Stanton gave him and resumed cooperation with many of his partners. I’m afraid that Young Master Nathaniel's studio won’t go bankrupt for the time being...”
Eric was silent for a few seconds before he sneered.
"He really has the audacity to take a woman’s money?”
Mitchell hung his head and thought, 'Of course! After all, it's $100 million...'
If Eric knew that the real source of this $100 million was himself, he would probably kill someone in a fit of rage.
Eric casually picked up the documents on his desk and swept a nonchalant glance at Mitchell.
"In the future, I don't want to see such news again."
Mitchell immediately responded, "Yes, sir. I'll make the arrangements."
After a few days, Dominic Young of Falcon Entertainment called.
"President Nicole, Fabian has a film that’s about to premiere. He needs some heat, so can we ride on your wave?"
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