Chapter 432 William's Cruelty
Garth was losing his shit. Everything went sideways—every celeb bailed on their contracts, and the movie got withdrawn. Total disaster!
Garth barked, "What the hell's happening? Who's running this new film company? Who's got the balls to mess with me?"
He quickly figured out it was a direct hit on him. They stole his stars and then pulled his movies.
Garth knew whoever did this was a big shot. It wasn't just about cash; it was about connections. Besides, anyone capable of withdrawing so many of his movies must be quite influential!
The staff on the other end of the line was just as freaked out, saying, "Mr. Tovar, I have no clue. This just blew up, and their moves are hardcore. We can't stop them!"
"Dig deep! I need to know who's gunning for the Tovar family!" Garth yelled. "And tell those celebs, anyone breaking their contract is toast! I've got dirt on all of them!"
"Yes, sir, right away!"
The call ended abruptly.
Not even thirty minutes later, his guy called back, sounding panicked, "Mr. Tovar, those celebs are dead set on breaking their contracts. Plus, they say they've got dirt on you and aren't scared."
Garth was livid. He never thought the celebs he groomed for years would turn on him like this.
"Ungrateful bastards! Spill all their secrets, if we're going down, they're coming with us!" Garth shouted, blinded by rage and losing all sense.
In no time, the Tovar family was in shambles.
After a beat, his guy nervously asked, "Mr. Tovar, are you sure about exposing them? There's no going back if we do."
"What do you think? Are you kidding me? You want me dead?" Garth snapped.
He was freaking out. Who was behind this? Were they out to destroy him?
After racking his brain, the only name that came to mind was William. But did William have that kind of power? That'd be terrifying!
"Mr. Tovar, what now? Those celebrities are in the office demanding we terminate their contracts. If we don't comply, they'll sue you collectively," the man said, clearly frightened.
Garth frowned. The top priority was handling this mess. If all these celebs left, his entertainment empire would crumble.
After a moment, Garth sighed and said sternly, "First, calm them down. Use whatever it takes—persuasion, reasoning, anything. Just buy us some time. I'll figure something out."
His guy got the message and said, "Got it, Mr. Tovar, I'll handle it."
After the call, Garth looked pale, sweat dripping down his forehead. For the first time, he felt a real sense of crisis.
"Have you found out who's behind this?" Caius asked from the side.
Garth shook his head, "No, they're too slick and powerful. The recent exposé, the celebs jumping ship, the films getting pulled, it's all the same person! Their moves are spot on, hitting us where it hurts."
"Can we handle these?" Caius asked, worried.
"I'm not sure. Anyone who messes with me pays big time!" Garth slammed his cane on the ground. "Let's find out who's behind this!"
With that, he dialed Otha's number.
As soon as the call connected, Otha's laughter echoed through. "Garth, I knew you'd call. Chill, I've got the scoop on who's behind this and that new film company."
Garth finally exhaled, "Who is it?"
"I haven't nailed down the person yet, but the owner of this film company is down to meet. We can go chat," Otha said.
Garth was taken aback and snapped, "What's there to talk about? Do they not know who they're messing with?"
Garth was fuming.
"Hey Garth, let's go talk to them. Maybe we can work something out. A rival capable of catching you off guard could make a valuable collaborator," Otha suggested.
"Fine," Garth grumbled. He was curious to see who was behind this.
Soon, Garth rolled up to the meeting spot with Otha. Otha had gotten there early and was waiting.
They exchanged looks, and Garth asked, "You sure this is the place?"
Otha grinned, "Garth, this isn't like you. You scared?"
Garth, in his white suit, leaning on a cane, scoffed, "No way!"
They walked into the coffee shop and headed to a private room to meet the the mastermind behind the plot.
Both Garth and Otha expected some industry vet. But instead, they found a young guy they'd never seen before.
Who was this kid? Wasn't the boss supposed to talk with them? Sending a lackey was a slap in the face!
Garth was about to storm out, but Otha stopped him, "Let's hear him out."
The young guy placed an hourglass on the table, smirked, and said, "I don't have much time, so let's get to it. I'm William Jones. Garth, you should know me; we talked on the phone."
William sat there cool as a cucumber, with four bodyguards behind him.
Otha didn't know William, but Garth did. His face twisted in anger, "What do you want?"
William shrugged, "Garth, I already told you. You forget so soon? Let me remind you, I want the Tovar family gone!"
Garth laughed, then snarled, "How cocky! You trying to scare me?"
He flipped the table and pointed at William, shouting, "William, you're just a loser. Where do you get the nerve to talk to me like this? Who's backing you? Spill, or I'll end you right now!"
Garth was livid. He never thought William was behind all this chaos.
"Mr. Tovar, big words," William mocked, smiling faintly. That smug look made Garth want to throttle him.
"Don't push it!" Garth warned coldly. Did William really think he was a pushover?
Garth wasn't scared of William because he had a secret weapon.
Otha stepped in, smiling. "William, right? So, what do you want to let us off the hook?"
"No chance." William turned to Otha, then stood up and said, "When Garth messed with my wife and kid, the game was over. Garth and the Tovar family are toast!"
Otha's face darkened, and he said with a cold smile, "Mr. Jones, are you serious? If this blows up, it's bad news for all of us, including BK Pharmaceuticals. How about we settle this peacefully?"
William glanced at the hourglass and said, "Time's up. Garth, get ready to announce your film company's bankruptcy. And find yourself a good burial plot!"
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