The Heupes They Couldn’t Break
Chapter 220 Dragging Nygard Entertainment Down
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“It’s nothing, really. Just keep doing your best and chase your dreams. I’ll handle the rest.”
Amelia always kept a low profile. She gave everything she had to support her artists, making sure they got the best chances and resources possible.
In her eyes, a real win was when everyone succeeded together.
As for Nygard Entertainment, once this whole mess came to light, its stock would probably take another huge hit.
And when that happened, the shareholders would start questioning Marcelo’s ability to lead, especially the ones who had worked with Conrad.
When those old investors started looking for someone to rely on, they’d come straight to her.
That was part of why Amelia started her own company in the first place. Besides putting pressure on Nygard Entertainment, she wanted to prove her strength to the shareholders.
She needed them to see that Marcelo wasn’t the only one fit to inherit the family empire.
Sure, by tradition, the Nygard heir was usually the eldest legitimate son.
But Nygard Group was a public company, and a lot of decisions didn’t rest in family hands
anymore.
Conrad had even left a will saying the next heir should be whoever contributed the most to the
company’s success.
That meant even the eldest grandson could be passed over if someone more capable came along.
Marcelo knew this all too well. That was why he was desperate to spend whatever it took to shut the media down and bury Gianna’s scandal.
Unfortunately for him, he was up against Amelia, and she wasn’t about to make it easy.
“Mr. Curran, Marcelo’s definitely going to throw money around to silence the press regarding Gianna’s mess. Since you’re a shareholder, you should step in.”
Amelia sent Jeremy a message explaining everything that had happened.
Having a rich, smart, and powerful investor really came in handy sometimes.
When she needed money, influence, or connections, she could count on this “big boss” to take
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care of things.
It saved her time, effort, and a whole lot of trouble.
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“Sure, no problem,” came his reply. “But I don’t like being called that. Find another way to address me.”
He clearly wasn’t happy with how cold and businesslike she sounded.
It made the gap between them feel even bigger.
Not cool.
Does it really matter so much what I call him?
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