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    Chapter 119 Don’t Start a War You Can’t Win


    Leslie’s POV


    Vera’s face flushed a deep red, nearly stomping in ce from rage. “I’m not a fan! I want to see your boss, Michael! Tell him toe down and meet me!”


    Her voice was so shrill it nearly pierced the ceiling, drawing nces from several people in the lobby.


    But the receptionist remained calm, her tone as steady as ever. “Miss, you don’t have what it takes to <i>be </i>a star. You should head home.”


    “To make it in this industry, looks aren’t enough. Besides, ourpany has a strict policy–we don’t take on surgically altered talent.”


    That line lit the fuse.


    Vera exploded. “So what if I had surgery? I didn’t use <i>your </i>money!”


    She was practically screeching now, her face a storm of anger and shame. The sight filled me with such satisfaction I almostughed out loud.


    Leaningzily against the elevator, I let out a soft chuckle and slowly gave her face a once–over. “If it were the pre–<i>op </i>Vera, I’d say she was a perfect fit for horror films.“.


    “Who knows, the Oscars might even have to create a ‘Best Monster Award‘ just for you.”


    <i>Her </i>face went from red to green in seconds–like she’d just been skinned alive in public.


    She whipped her head toward me, eyes zing, and screamed, “Leslie, don’t think I won’te after you! I swear I’ll get some thugs to-”


    Ding<i>. </i>


    The sharp chime of the executive elevator cut her off.


    The doors slid open, and the cool gleam of polished metal reflected the amused curve of my lips.


    I raised a brow, casting her a cold, mocking nce. “Vera, sure, you’ve got a mouth. But what about a brain? Next time you want to provoke someone, maybe weigh what you’re actually worth first.”


    I didn’t spare her another look as I stepped into the elevator, leaving her there trembling with fury.


    As the doors closed, fire and satisfaction swirled in my


    chest.


    So you want to y, Vera? Fine. This game is just beginning.


    The elevator doors opened to the executive floor. Michael came striding out, scanning the room. The second he saw me, relief spread across his face.


    I offered him a light smile as he hurried over with that familiar eager expression.


    “Miss Leslie! You could’ve just called. No need to trouble yourself with a visit.”


    His tone was cautious, almost reverent–nothing like the ruthless mogul who could flip the entire entertainment industry with a word.


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    Chapter 119 Don’t Start a War You Can’t Win


    Finishen


    <b>I </b>found it amusing Michael always showed a certain fear and respect around me. I quite liked that<b>. </b>


    Behind us, Vera’s face twisted with disbelief Clearly, she hadn’t expected Michael to be so deferential


    <b>toward </b>me


    She tried to butt in. “Michael, you-


    Bun Michael cut her off with a sudden sharp re, his expression turning cold, voice filled with threat.


    What was that you just said? You were going to <i>do </i><i>what</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    He didn’t bother softening his words..


    Vera visibly flinched, panic flickering in her eyes.


    Still trying to hold her ground, she snapped back, “Do you know who I am? I’m the Greyhound Pack’s heiress! Ask Leslie if you don’t believe me!”


    She really tried to use me to back her up?


    I couldn’t help butugh lightly. I neither confirmed nor denied a thing.


    Let her il–this drama was hers alone to y out.


    Michael let out a coldugh, the corners of his lips curling up with disdain. His eyes held nothing but


    contempt.


    “Your father wouldn’t even dare speak to Leslie that way.”


    “And you think you can?”


    His attitude was ice–cold, showing exactly how little he cared about Vera or her so–called power.


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