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    Undisturbed by this treatment, Tiffany found a sofa and sat down gracefully, ustomed to such indifference.


    The studio staff watched with sympathy. Despite Tiffany’s poprity, she was treated worse than even lesser-known celebrities.


    Tiffany remained unaffected by the surrounding gazes. She sat elegantly on the sofa and opened her WhatsApp, smiling as she watched a video Harlee had sent of Felix’s yful antics.


    Tiffany’s smile, a rare sight, made her even more stunning, causing those around her to watch in awe.


    Typically reserved, Tiffany looked even more beautiful when she smiled.


    The assistant, following explicit instructions from the agency to iste Tiffany in hopes of making her relent, kept her distance.


    The agency had even threatened to cklist Tiffany in the industry, but she remained steadfast.


    Unfazed by the threats, the agency’s tactics, or the staff’s apparent indifference, Tiffany maintained herposure.


    Frustrated, the assistant finally messaged Tiffany’s agent, Moira Barker, who had been working closely with Tiffany for three years.


    “Ms. Barker, Tiffany is still unmoved. She seems determined not to renew her contract with ourpany.”


    Upon reading the message, Moira nearly spilled her coffee in surprise.


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    “Bah!” she hissed.


    “What gives a woman from humble beginnings the audacity to challenge us?”


    A sudden thought crossed Moira’s mind. She nced around cautiously to ensure no one was listening, then frowned and muttered, “Could she really have caught Clint’s eye? But I heard they barely interacted on set…”


    Reflecting on this, Moira’s furrowed brow eased, assuming Tiffany was merely naive in her defiance against the agency.


    Moira snorted, assuming Tiffany was just a woman from a small town with a limited worldview. Challenging the agency? They could easily make her disappear from the entertainment industry!


    Havingposed herself outside, Moira entered the studio, greeting the staff with a practiced, pleasant smile, projecting the image of utmost gentility.


    Yet, when Moira approached Tiffany, her demeanor shifted dramatically. Her expression sharpened with malice, and her tone dripped with condescension.


    “Tiffany, I suggest you think this over carefully,” Moira spoke, her voice haughty.


    “You’ve gained some notoriety in showbiz through acting, but let’s be clear—it’srgely due to thepany’s support. Without us, you are nothing!”


    Tiffany calmly set down her phone, a flicker of coldness passing over her refined features before she resumed her usual expression.


    “Is that so?” she replied, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.


    Moira, mistaking Tiffany’s reply for intimidation, grew even more overbearing.


    “Of course! You can choose not to renew your contract with ourpany, but I bet you won’t find any decent management willing to take you!”


    Tiffany leaned back, raised her eyebrows yfully, and blinked slowly, donning an innocent smile.


    “Have you spoken to all the managers at other agencies already?”


    Moira’s words were meant to intimidate, but Tiffany found the exchange mildly amusing and decided to y along.


    Moira, emboldened by her perceived upper hand, said smugly, “You may not know, but since ourpany’s inception, not a single firm has dared to sign any of our former artists.”


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