Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 182

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?"

Tyrone responded indifferently, "I want your studio."

His voice was soft, yet his tone was cool and detached as if he was simply passing on a message to a subordinate—leaving no room for doubt or refusal.

Shock registered on Violet's round and plump face.

After a moment, 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 left my previous company, I did so because I wanted..."

Tyrone cut her off, "This isn't a negotiation."

With that single sentence, he silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you have money, you can afford to be imperious.

Tyrone's message was clear: I'm not asking for your permission; I'm telling you what I want. Take the money, or don't—either way, I will have what I seek.

James nodded back, "That's one way to put it. We're here to hear your opinion, Ms. Sullivan. We want to ensure that whatever you decide, it's done freely and willingly. Take your time. We have all day."

The message between the lines was clear: You won't be leaving without signing.

Violet took a sip of the coffee in front of her, half-expecting that she might end up throwing it in someone's face.

Now she understood why Quinn spoke of Tyrone with such venom. To the world, he appeared noble and distant, but beneath that façade lay his shameless pride.

Suppressing her anger, Violet asked, "So, Mr. York, your real interest is in Quinn, isn't it?"

Tyrone confirmed, "Exactly."