Chapter 959

Ivy delivered a sharp slap across Davy's face and shouted furiously, "Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? So what if they've been waiting? Don't they get paid for their time? I earn two million dollars per episode and bring you five million dollars in profits—yet you have the audacity to set conditions with me?" Davy's fists clenched tightly, anger flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and forced down the simmering rage. He softened his tone to appease her. "You're absolutely right. I misspoke earlier, and I sincerely apologize. But they're almost finished over there. How about we start now? Once they're done, the space will be entirely yours." Without waiting for her reply, he added hastily, "Don't you have another commitment later? The sooner we start, the sooner we can wrap this up. I guarantee the next location will exceed your expectations." "We'll shoot once they're gone," Ivy said, sinking into a chair with an air of superiority. "I'm an award-winning act