She stood up, reaching out to pull Fenny Watts' arm.
"Fenny, let's go. We're obviously not on the same page as Mr. Bailes."
Fenny felt a bit embarrassed because she really wanted to sell the copyright. Even if it only fetched several tens of thousands, it would still be a nice income for the studio.
But Richelle Dunn was resolute, pulling her to leave.
It was only then that William Bailes started to panic, hurriedly standing up to stop them.
"Ms. Dunn, we agreed to meet and talk, which means there's room for negotiation. You and Ms. Watts can't just walk away like this, or we won't even get a chance to discuss things."
Richelle glanced at him sideways.
"Mr. Bailes, it's not that we don't want to talk, but it's clear that you're not here to do business with us. You seem more like you're bestowing charity. But we have confidence in our work, and your production team isn't the only one with discerning eyes."
