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Meanwhile, Holly Sinclair was having hot pot with her best friend, Wendy Wyatt.
Holly was deeply troubled.
That morning, she had deliberately threatened Tristan Sterling, but his attitude was resolute. It seemed her bluff hadn't worked on him.
If this tactic failed, where was she supposed to find ten million?
"Honey, don't look so down. If that bastard Tristan Sterling refuses to pay up tomorrow, we'll just figure something else out. Where there's a will, there's a way. We'll definitely scrape together ten million."
Wendy Wyatt poured two glasses of alcohol and placed one in front of her best friend, consoling her.
Holly tried to smile to show she was fine.
But she couldn't.
Scrape it together?
This was ten million, not a thousand.
It wasn't that easy to come up with.
It seemed this studio was just going to slip through her fingers.
"Alright, alright, stop worrying. I'll cover half of it for you."
