The next day, as soon as dawn broke, Violet Don woke up. She was heading to the studio when, just as she stepped in, Owen Don looked over at her with a furrowed brow.
"What's happened?"
Violet pursed her thin lips. It was rare to see her brother looking like this...
"The collaboration has been terminated."
Owen stared at her face. "It's not just the original deal; next month's business... it's suddenly been cut off by someone."
Violet was jolted, and by the time she regained her composure, she shouted out, "What's going on?"
"It's simple; we've offended someone."
Owen spoke deliberately, straining every word. "That person has the power to make all the manufacturers in City A too scared to collaborate with us, and even some companies overseas have been deterred from partnering with us because of his warnings..."
As Violet listened to Owen's analysis, a thought formed in her mind.
It's Noah Bates, it really is Noah Bates...