Shawn Grant's anger was blazing, yet he restrained it as he said:
"I'm giving you one more chance now, switch all those contracts that went through your hands, and I'll let bygones be bygones, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" South Grant raised an eyebrow.
"South Grant, you know I won't keep your identity a secret for you anymore. Even if you have control over that film's investment, you should be clear that without The Grant Family and my backing, that film won't even have a chance to be released.
Even if you leave with Caleb Holt and the others, so what? No matter how many small and big studios are in the entertainment industry, aren't they still being squeezed by the big companies to the point they can't survive? You better think carefully, whether it's better to lean against a big tree for shade or dig your own grave."
"Heh—heh—heh—" South Grant sneered three times.
He really thought he was something, even started making threats.
