Chapter 1613: Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613:

Having said his piece, Devonte slowly shifted his attention to Harlee. Dismissing her as just a bodyguard hired by Tiffany, he barely spared her a second glance, his tone indifferent.

“I’ll turn a blind eye to whatever she did.”

Tiffany studied Devonte, scanning his expression carefully. There wasn’t even a flicker of panic—nothing resembling the reaction of a man who had just been exposed as a criminal. A gnawing unease settled in her gut. However, she couldn’t back down now. She had the evidence. Even if she couldn’t take Devonte down single-handedly, she had Harlee on her side. And if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that Harlee’s background was far stronger than the power behind Devonte.

Bolstered by this thought, Tiffany’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Enough of the theatrics, Devonte. Let’s get to the point. Will you sign the termination of the contract or not?”

Devonte’s pulse stuttered at the daring confidence Tiffany exuded. Could she really have gotten her hands on evidence of his prostitution ring? “You are dead set on terminating your contract?” His voice dipped, laced with barely restrained fury.

Tiffany didn’t bother responding. Instead, she met his gaze with unyielding coldness.

Devonte’s face turned cold when he realized there was no room for negotiation.

“Fine, if you want to terminate the contract, so be it. But bringing someone into my company to stir up trouble is an insult. You will pay for this, or you won’t leave here today.”

Moira’s fear subsided when she learned Devonte was willing to back her up. She turned to Tiffany and gave her a scathing glare.

The office staff instinctively lowered their heads, wanting no part in the brewing storm.

Just then, Harlee, who had just wrapped up her online conversation with Rhys, rose from her chair. A cold aura radiated from her as she leveled a piercing gaze at Devonte. She asked, “Are you certain you don’t want to terminate the contract?” Her voice, smooth but heavy with a murderous intent, rippled through the room like a cold wind, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

Devonte tensed instinctively. Ever since he got involved in the prostitution business, fear had become a rare sensation. However, this woman’s voice… Something about her made his instincts scream that she wasn’t someone to take lightly.

After a brief pause, Devonte flashed a fawning grin and rubbed his hands together, his smile as fake as a mask.

“Oh, come on. I was just joking. Of course, I’ll sign it. I’ll have someone draft the contract right away.”

Devonte turned to Moira, his expression hardening as he snarled, “Have the termination contract ready within a minute!”

Moira, who had been basking in her brief moment of victory, froze in disbelief. Wasn’t Devonte supposed to have her back? How had the tide turned so fast? “What are you waiting for? If you can’t deliver that contract within a minute, you are fired from Star Entertainment!”

Devonte’s words left everyone in the office, including Tiffany, stunned. She hadn’t expected the man who had just been threatening her to suddenly agree to terminate the contract.

The others exchanged uneasy glances, their confusion palpable. Had they missed something? Why did Devonte’s stance change the moment Harlee spoke? Moreover, why was he so eager to terminate the contract now? Hadn’t he just given orders to prevent Tiffany from getting her way? Wasn’t he dead set on making Tiffany sign a renewal?

Harlee slid her hands into her pockets, her gaze settling on Devonte. With deliberate calm, she said, “You have five minutes. If that contract isn’t signed by then, I wouldn’t mind lending a hand.”

Upon hearing this, Devonte shot Moira a sharp glare and barked, “What are you standing around for? Go get the termination contract—now!”

Snapping out of her daze, Moira stammered a quick “yes” before rushing off to retrieve the contract.

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