Chapter 1608: Chapter 1608

Chapter 1608:

Before carrying out those actions, they had considered the day when their crimes would be exposed. But the lure of money was too strong, and Moira’s words were too persuasive. They just couldn’t say no.

Had the assistant not worked for Tiffany for so long, she likely would have been fired or turned into a criminal.

Harlee cast a detached glance at the stunned crowd, then spotted an empty seat and settled into it without hesitation.

Seeing her assistant sprawled on the floor, Tiffany rushed forward. Before the two staff members could react, she shoved them aside and helped her assistant up. Her gaze swept over the room, simmering with anger.

Tiffany hissed, “Your schemes are getting sloppier by the day. You’ve even become bold enough to pull this nonsense in the company. Aren’t you afraid of getting caught red-handed?”

The people in the office gasped, their eyes quickly shifting to Moira as thoughts raced through their minds.

Tiffany turned her attention to Moira, who was standing frozen at the center. A slow, mocking smile curled on her lips.

“Looks like that last slap didn’t teach you a lesson. You still dared to join Devonte’s doomed venture. You do realize he’s committing crimes, don’t you?”

Tiffany then turned to Harlee, her tone pleading.

“Harlee, I have evidence of Devonte’s crimes. Will this be enough to lock him up?”

Harlee’s gaze flicked to the phone Tiffany held out. Her delicate brows arched as she answered indifferently, “Handle your issues first. I’ll take care of the rest.”

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All eyes in the office darted toward Harlee, whose face remained concealed behind the mask, save for her piercing gaze.

Shock, unease, and something more elusive flickered across the crowd’s expressions. Everyone knew what Devonte had done, some more than others. They had all turned a blind eye, powerless to do anything. They hadn’t directly participated in his crimes, but they had certainly played a part by fabricating some scandals.

But now, Tiffany had proof of Devonte’s crimes, and the woman Tiffany brought along didn’t seem the least bit surprised and even claimed she would take care of it. A chill crept through the room, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present, especially Moira. If looks could kill, Harlee and Tiffany would have already perished.

Moira shot Harlee and Tiffany a hostile glare, her face twisted with anger, and her voice dripping with sharpness and malice.

“Cut the scare tactics, Tiffany! What crime? Let me remind you—Star Entertainment isn’t a place you can waltz in and out of as you please! You want to terminate your contract, is that it?” Moira let out a…

Moira sneered, her gaze dark with greed.

“Fine, I’ll grant your request. However, you must return every penny you’ve earned over the past few years. And on top of that, you will pay ten times the compensation!”

Moira’s gaze lingered on Tiffany’s face—the same face that was coveted in showbiz—while calculating how to toss Tiffany into the beds of those lecherous old men. Humph! No one had ever dared to trample on her before!

Tiffany’s smirk sharpened with mockery.

“You don’t have the authority to discuss contract termination with me.”

Tiffany’s contract was with Melinda, not Moira, so only Devonte had the power to sever their ties. That was why Tiffany had worked tirelessly to dig up dirt on him.

Moira’s face tightened with barely contained rage. She had long known Tiffany didn’t respect her, but she hadn’t expected Tiffany to humiliate her in front of her subordinates.

As Tiffany’s sole agent, Moira was shocked to learn Tiffany intended to bypass her to negotiate the contract’s end with Devonte. Did Tiffany take her for a nobody?

The people in the office didn’t dare utter a word, their eyes darting between one another as they tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible. The staff member who had been moments away from sending the slanderous articles against Tiffany to the media and online trolls felt a cold sweat creep down her back. She wished more than anything that she could disappear beneath her desk.

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