Chapter 1567:
Tiffany was simply choosing not to renew her contract. She had no intentions of destroying Star Entertainment or bringing down Devonte, the CEOâall 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.
It 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 couldnât 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.
âWho do you think you are, threatening Mr. Coleman? Melinda has been gone for a long time, and you thinkâ¦â
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 studio staff 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 came as a shock to everyone when Tiffany slapped her agent.
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âAh⦠You bitch!â 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 Tiffanyâs face.
Suddenly, Harlee intervened, having appeared from nowhere. She seized Moiraâs wrist just as it neared Tiffanyâs face and, with a firm pull, sent Moira tumbling to the floor.
The staff members gasped in astonishment as Harlee then stepped decisively onto Moiraâs stomach. Her voice was cold and authoritative as she said, âWho gave you the courage to touch her?â
Harleeâs actions were swift, and in an instant, everyone present instinctively took a step back. Some couldnât hide their shock, gasping under their breath.
Moira recoiled in fear, twisting her body as her panicked, high-pitched scream reverberated through the studio walls.
âAh! Who⦠the hell do you think you are? How dare you hit me? Iâll call the police!â
Moiraâs eyes were bloodshot with rage and pain as she slapped the floor beneath her. Her screams were thick with agony. Harleeâs foot pressing into her stomach felt like it could crush her entire being. She had never been so terrified and helpless.
âYou vile womanâ¦â
The words barely escaped Moiraâs lips before Tiffanyâs 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 Harleeâs relentless weight, Moira could barely process the sting of Tiffanyâs slap. The combination of pain and fury almost pushed her into unconsciousness.
Tiffanyâs cold, unflinching gaze never wavered from Moiraâs crumpled form as she said, âIf I ever hear you insult Harlee again, Iâll cut out your tongue so you can never speak another word.â
With that, Tiffanyâs palm struck Moiraâs face repeatedly, each slap punctuating her threat.
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