Mr. Watson seemed to have forgotten that he had the colossal backing of the Sloan Group. To him, the manager’s panicked reaction lacked the composure of a true leader. Plus, he was still stinging from the slap Mr. Watson had given him earlier.
Now that the initial shock had worn off, Clive’s resentment over that slap resurfaced. He glared at Mr. Watson, feeling superior.
Mr. Watson, however, was nearly laughed into a rage by Clive’s staggering ignorance. “Do you think capital injection is like playing house? The resources and connections Fulton Group commands in the entertainment industry—do you really think the Sloan family’s money can simply replace that?”
Clive didn’t like the sound of that. How could the Sloan family be lesser than the Fultons? He looked at Mr. Watson impatiently, his brows knitting together. “Mr. Watson, stop fear-mongering. The Sloan family isn’t exactly powerless compared to the Fultons. Worse comes to worst, I’ll just ask my dad to invest more money! I guarantee it won’t be a cent less than what Fulton promised. That should be enough, right?”
Clive’s shameless boasting and absolute confidence gave Mr. Watson pause. He stared at the young idol for a few seconds, considering his options, before deciding to give him enough rope to hang himself.
“Fine,” he said with a cynical smile. “Since you put it that way, I’ll give you a chance. But... you’d better deliver on your promise. Otherwise...”
He let out a menacing chuckle, emphasizing every word. “You can prepare to get on your knees and beg the Fulton family to come back.”
Clive, who had been coddled since stepping into show business, had never seen such a terrifying expression on Mr. Watson’s face. He froze, his face paling. Just as he was about to retort, the door to the dressing room swung open.
“Clive!” Tamara poked her head in, holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a sweet, beaming smile. “I came to congratulate you on a successful concert!”
As soon as she stepped inside, however, she sensed the heavy atmosphere. Everyone was staring at her, and the gazes were far from friendly.

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