Chapter 973

Chapter 973:

“Tatiana actually made the right call this time. I wouldn’t want to wear clothes designed by someone like Evita.”

“Same here. Count me out of ever buying her designs.”

The comments in the live stream poured in one after another, but the tone had shifted entirely from what it was half an hour ago.

Evita could hardly believe her eyes; this time, the netizens were rallying behind Global Entertainment. Shouldn’t they be criticizing the company for abusing its power to intimidate her? And what on earth was this city-wide ban by the Klein Group? Why would Andrew do such a thing?

Her phone, its screen shattered by a security guard’s violent act, was clutched in her hand. Tiny shards of glass bit into her skin, yet she felt no pain.

The Klein family stood at the pinnacle of Ansport’s elite, and with Andrew’s ruthless methods, no company in the city would dare offer her a job.

Was he trying to force her into submission?

The fury she felt after being ousted slowly ebbed away. If Andrew’s goal was to crush her pride, to make her bow down, he had succeeded.

Evita’s face stiffened, her composure returning as she pursed her lips and switched off the live stream.

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Her path was now clear—she had to confront Andrew in person.

At the Klein Group, the clock struck five. The secretary-general, who rarely left on time, was packing up her things in a hurry. The reason? Andrew was rushing home to enjoy a meal prepared by Madisyn.

As the sleek, blue Lamborghini rolled out of the underground garage, a cab suddenly swerved in front of it, blocking its path. Andrew hit the brakes with a sharp frown, waiting for the obstruction to move. But then, the last person he wanted to see stepped out of the cab and walked straight toward him.

Evita hadn’t expected to run into Andrew here. The humiliation she had endured earlier came rushing back, stoking a fire of resentment in her chest.

Her expression turned icy as she approached his car, her lips tightening before she finally spoke.

“You forced me out of Global Entertainment. Is this what you wanted?”

Andrew’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

He looked at Evita, his sharp eyes growing colder.

“If you don’t want to stay in Ansport anymore, just keep up your act.”

Their terse exchange didn’t go unnoticed by the employees of the Klein Group.

Everyone knew Andrew and Madisyn were practically inseparable. So, who was this woman brazen enough to approach him? And even more shocking—Andrew actually responded to her?

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