Mason Nightshade's deep eyes darkened slightly, his brows filled with hostility, suddenly asking, "Has Eleanor Spencer's work stopped recently?"
"Yes, she's come to see you several times about this, but I figured you wouldn't want to meet her, so I made excuses and refused."
"Restore her work." Mason Nightshade curved his fingers, his broad-knuckled fingers gently tapping the tabletop, thumb rubbing the ring on his ring finger, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "Is there any particularly good film resources lately? Give her agent a hint indirectly, and additionally, send a word to the investors not to let her get it so easily."
Gustavo Yates glanced at his movement of touching the ring, a hint of understanding flashed across his heart. Once Mason Nightshade touches the ring, it indicates that he's targeting someone, no matter how calm and breezy his surface seems, his mind is already strategizing how to deal with the opponent.
However… Gustavo Yates is somewhat puzzled.
