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    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.


    It was daunting for an actress to challenge a well-establishedpany. 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 thete Melinda. Moira red 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 usation, a p cut her off, leaving a distinct mark on her face.


    The p stunned everyone in the room, silencing the space as everyone froze, afraid to even breathe too loudly.


    The studio staff were ustomed to seeing artists dominated by their agents. Such was the nature of showbiz. No matter how famous the artists became, they often appeared as meremodities to their agencies. So, it came as a shock to everyone when Tiffany pped her agent.


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    “Ah… You bitch!” Moira lost herposurepletely. She had never been pped before. Her head reeled, and her cheeks flushed with anger as she raised her hand, lunging at Tiffany with the intent to w 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.


    The 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. Some couldn’t 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.


    “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 pped 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 p reverberated through the room, cutting her curse off mid-sentence.


    Gasping for air under Harlee’s relentless weight, Moira could barely process the sting of Tiffany’s p. Thebination of pain and fury almost pushed her into unconsciousness.


    Tiffany’s cold, unflinching gaze never wavered from Moira’s crumpled form as she said, “If I ever 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 p punctuating her threat.


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