MainNovelChapter 1567: Tiffany was simply choosing not to renew her contract. She had no intentions of destroying Star Entertainment or bringing down Devonte, the CEO-all for the sake of Melinda.
How could a woman like Tiffany, who had meticulously built her career over the years, not exercise discretion? When Devonte began using Star Entertainment for dubious activities, Tiffany had collected enough evidence to potentially convict him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was daunting for an actress to challenge a well-established company. But what about an actress armed with evidence and ready to risk everything? Even if she couldn't bring them down entirely, she was determined to make them pay a steep price.
Moira was unaware of all this. She still believed Tiffany was merely posturing on the legacy of the late Melinda. Moira glared at Tiffany, her eyes filled with malice, her tone increasingly hostile.
"Who do you think you are, threatening Mr. Coleman? Melinda has been gone for a long time, and you think..." Before Moira could finish her accusation, a slap cut her off, leaving a distinct mark on her face.
The slap stunned everyone in the room, silencing the space as everyone froze, afraid to even breathe too loudly. The stustaff were accustomed to seeing artists dominated by their agents. Such was the nature of showbiz. No matter how famous the artists became, they often appeared as mere commodities to their agencies. So, it cas a shock to everyone when Tiffany slapped her agent.
Find your next read at gvlnovls"Ah... You bitch!" Moira lost her composure completely. She had never been slapped before. Her head reeled, and her cheeks flushed with anger as she raised her hand, lunging at Tiffany with the intent to claw at Tiffany's face.
Suddenly, Harlee intervened, having appeared from nowhere. She seized Moira's wrist just as it neared Tiffany's face and, with a firm pull, sent Moira tumbling to the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe staff members gasped in astonishment as Harlee then stepped decisively onto Moira's stomach. Her voice was cold and authoritative as she said, "Who gave you the courage to touch her?" Harlee's actions were swift, and in an instant, everyone present instinctively took a step back. Scouldn't hide their shock, gasping under their breath.
Moira recoiled in fear, twisting her body as her panicked, high-pitched scream reverberated through the stuwalls.
"Ah! Who... the hell do you think you are? How dare you hit me? I'll call the police!" Moira's eyes were bloodshot with rage and pain as she slapped the floor beneath her. Her screams were thick with agony. Harlee's foot pressing into her stomach felt like it could crush her entire being. She had never been so terrified and helpless.
"You vile woman..."
The words barely escaped Moira's lips before Tiffany's hand connected with her cheek. The sharp crack of the slap reverberated through the room, cutting her curse off mid-sentence.
Gasping for air under Harlee's relentless weight, Moira could barely process the sting Tiffany's slap. The combination of pain and fury almost pushed her into unconsciousness.
Tiffany's cold, unflinching gaze never wavered from Moira's crumpled form pled for as she said, "If I evex hear you insult Harlee again, I'll cut out your tongue so you can never speak another word." With that, Tiffany's palm struck Moira's face repeatedly, each slap punctuating her threat.
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