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.
"Do you want to restore it now? Keeping it paused for a while longer won't affect the company much, and while I was searching for Audrey Wood's dirt, I also found some on her. Do you want me to release some now?"
Gustavo Yates is biased towards Aurelia Shaw. Young Madam has suffered so much because of this Eleanor Spencer; letting her off is too easy for her. Although he knows the boss has thought over how to deal with her, torturing her a bit longer is still fine.
Mason Nightshade curled his lips into a smile, "Have you ever heard the saying, the higher you stand, the worse the fall? Since she likes standing high, I'll quickly elevate her to a position that doesn't belong to her. Once she's there, without capability, she'll become a clown. I don't even need to act personally; she'll entangle herself in her own web. What's more…"
Mason Nightshade paused, a chill flickering in his eyes, "Daring to play tricks before me, targeting my wife, how can I let her go unpunished! She must taste the pain of being shattered and losing everything."
At this point, Mason Nightshade especially reminded Gustavo Yates.
"Don't forget to send word to the investors, any condition they can propose, including her body."
Gustavo Yates instantly understood, dark! The boss is incredibly scheming! How could he reveal the boss's unparalleled crafty nature; Eleanor Spencer has offended Young Madam, how could Young Master let her calmly climb to high position.
Everything she desperately gains now will one day become the very reasons causing her downfall.
Haha, so this is what the boss meant by entangle oneself in one's web!
Let her dig a pit for herself, such a venomous plan, only the boss could conceive it.
"Isn't it just to make her regret, why make it so complicated." A lazy voice sounding like a yawn drifted in. Grayson Quinn, sleepy-eyed, walked out of the inner resting room, stretching lazily, "Taking a nap sure refreshes one's mind."
Noticing the two of them looking at him, Grayson Quinn leaned against the door frame and tossed a peach blossom gaze, "Doesn't she like you? You could pretend to be good to her, and once you capture her heart, make her believe you truly love her, then deliver a heavy blow. That would be a devastating wound for a woman, guaranteed to push her to collapse and madness, never to recover."
"Your great method involves me abandoning my wife and flirting with another woman?" Mason Nightshade squinted his eyes, his gaze laced with a hint of danger, and his tone had turned somewhat chilly.