Lately, Riverdale had fallen hard for the whole Han and Tang dynasty vibe. Private dining spots all tried to outdo each other with traditional decor—antique wood, lanterns, intricate screens. Some places even went all out, hiring musicians in flowing gowns to play delicate tunes in the background.
Behind a painted folding screen, Oliver’s voice came across clear and steady.
“If I’m not mistaken, Skyline Entertainment’s already been talking to Martin Group.”
Riley nodded, sounding a little tired. “Yeah, that’s true. Still, I want to give it one last shot. Skyline is like my own kid—I built it from scratch.”
Oliver didn’t bother responding to that bit of sentimentality. If you could raise a kid just to hand them off to someone else, maybe you weren’t exactly parent-of-the-year material.
“In business, you can’t have it both ways. If Martin Group finds out, you might have some explaining to do, Riley.”
Riley let out a quiet sigh. “I just want what’s best for my kid, you know? I’m willing to take the risk.”
Oliver gave him a polite smile, hiding any real reaction.
All this talk about ‘his child’—Oliver had already made up his mind about the guy. But he didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he just went along with it.
“I get it. That’s what parents do.”
Riley seemed to take that as a good sign, his face lighting up a little.
But Oliver kept going. “Thing is, I’ve seen Skyline’s numbers the last few years. They’re not exactly great. Bad investments, constant scandals with your artists, and two out of your three biggest stars have ended up in legal trouble.”
“Those kinds of problems usually come down to management. So, Riley, have you really checked out on Skyline these last few years?”
Behind the screen, Patricia couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.


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