67. Damage Control 2

It was 02:40 am in Cannes.

Ryan, Rico, and Michaelson were in the study—in Ryan’s chateau, thinking of a way to get around this mess.

“What were you thinking?” Michaelson growled, swinging his arms in frustration.

“This is not just you on the line. I’m on the line here. Rico’s on the line. In fact, the entire studio is on the line, you moron!”

“Damn,” he cursed, walking away from Ryan.

“Rico,” he turned. “How could you let him do tis?”

“Me? Of course, I had no idea, Pete. Come on.”

“We need to come up with a way to fix this and we need to do it yesterday.”

“I’ve got a plan,” Ryan said.

“F*ck no,” Pete replied.

“I’ve had enough of your plans for the next three days.”

Ryan shrugged, but Rico intervened.

“Actually, Pete, I think we should listen to what Ryan has to say. After all, he does have some experience in fooling everyone.”

Ryan chuckled drily, and Pete stared at him like he would kill him if he didn’t go ahead and die.

“So, here’s the plan,” Ryan said.

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