Who Dares To Reason With Shivam?

He poured three glasses of wine and gulped them down with a shudder. He was kicked in the ribs earlier, which made him cough wildly as he drank.

Jay Chauhan glanced at his hypocritical act and said coldly, "You're lucky my mother isn't here. If she were here, you'd have to slap yourself."

Hearing Jay Chauhan's reminder, everyone immediately remembered that Jayesh Chauhan had a reputation for loving his wife. It was said that everyone in Chauhan Consortium knew about it. Moreover, the husband and wife were deeply in love. They were a rare couple.

The investor had actually said such words just now. It was clearly a huge offense. No wonder Jay Chauhan was so angry.

Everyone thought about how they were laughing along earlier and could not help but feel a chill down their spines. They wished they did not have a mouth at all so they wouldn't have been able to laugh.

"I'm sorry, Director Chauhan. I misspoke. I misspoke..." The investor apologized profusely.

Tinki and Shipra subconsciously covered their mouths. Did they laugh too loudly just now? They wondered if the two men had heard it.

Jayesh Chauhan had always been gentle and elegant. He didn't smile, but he wasn't too difficult to approach. However, everyone felt their blood run cold.

Jay Chauhan's dark pupils were too sharp, making people not dare to look at them. They felt dark, as if they wanted to wrap them up and prevent them from turning around.

After a long time, Jay Chauhan said, "Even though my mother isn't here, you'll still have to slap yourself."

The investor was stunned for a moment. The series of actions just now had already humiliated him, but at such a time, what was reputation?

Despite his reluctance, he thought for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he slapped his face again and again as if it were not his own.

In a moment, he had slapped himself a dozen times, and his cheeks were swollen.

No one dared to step in or speak. There was a very strange silence and stillness around them. Only the sound of slaps rang out one after another.

.....

When Shivam entered, he saw this scene.

He had been waiting outside for Isha. When he saw Jayesh Chauhan's arrival, he quickly followed him in. He didn't expect the situation to be like this.

"Mr. Pratap."

"Mr. Pratap."

"Mr. Pratap." When everyone saw him, their expressions subconsciously relaxed. This was because the investor who was kneeling on the ground and slapping himself had a great relationship with Shivam Pratap. He had worked with Pratap Group before.

Everyone thought that since Shivam was here, he would definitely not let this investor be bullied by Jayesh Chauhan and his son again.

As the saying went, one had to consider the owner before beating a dog. Jayesh Chauhan couldn't beat Shivam's dog so casually.

"Mr. Pratap, that investor has worked with Pratap Group before. He made one wrong comment but was asked to slap himself..." Another investor had some ties with the man who was slapping himself, so he wanted to make peace.

Shivam glanced at Jayesh Chauhan and his son, then looked down at the man who was slapping himself. He asked indifferently, "What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything. He just asked Isha to come and have a drink with Mr. Chauhan."

"So, in your eyes, Isha will drink with anyone?" Shivam raised his eyebrows and asked. His tone was still calm, but those who knew him well would've noticed that his thin lips had pursed into a straight line. It was a sign of anger.

The investor who tried to mediate did not realize it as he was only focused on helping his friend. He said in a low and respectful voice, "That's not the case, but it's inevitable for female celebrities to—"

Before the man could finish, he was kicked hard in the chest.

This time, it was Shivam who kicked him. His movement was extremely fast. By the time everyone reacted, he had already tidied up his clothes slightly and dusted off the nonexistent dust.

The investor who tried to mediate didn't get up at all because his ribs were broken.

"A female artist is a tool for drinking with others? Who taught you that?" Shivam's voice was a little cold. His deep-set eyes stared at everyone, making them lower their heads helplessly.

"Should people in an industry be labeled a certain way? In fact, it's you people who've led this industry astray. Being an artist is just a profession. It's no different from any other profession. Who do you think they are? Who do you think you are?"

"We were wrong." The lips of the investor who tried to mediate and the one who had to slap himself twitched fiercely. Who would've thought it would end like this?

At this moment, no one else dared to step in anymore. Who would have thought that they would encounter a wife-doting husband and an overprotective boss tonight?

Well, they were actually two wife-doting maniacs.

The powerful aura emanating from Shivam Pratap made people not dare to look at him. All of them lowered their heads.

Isha and Meera stood together. Meera said in a low voice, "Mr. Pratap is actually here? But it's not surprising. These people actually dare to slander the people from DiXi Media Company. Since Mr. Pratap is here, he naturally won't sit back and do nothing."

Isha looked in Shivam's direction with stars in her eyes.

Tinki glanced at Isha and saw that her eyes were fixed on Shivam. She couldn't help but feel even more disdainful and snorted softly.

Her light snort was even clearer in the silence. Tinki also realized it and quickly stopped.

"Since you know your mistake..." Shivam's voice was very domineering. "...then apologize."

The two investors had indeed said something wrong and had no choice but to apologize to Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan.

Shivam stared at them lazily. "And Isha."

The two investors had always had absolute sovereignty in front of celebrities and were high and mighty. Of course, they had to apologize to Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan, but to have them apologize to Isha?

However, Shivam's words left no room for negotiation. The two men hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to walk toward Isha. "We're sorry, Miss Sharma."

Isha raised her chin slightly and looked at them arrogantly. They subconsciously raised their voices and said again, "We're sorry, Miss Sharma. We were wrong. Please forgive us."

Everyone held their breaths, afraid that the flames of war would burn them.

There was no point in running away, however.

Shivam said calmly again, "When I came in, I heard someone laughing. What were you laughing at?"

Everyone immediately jerked nervously.

When they were laughing just now, it was over nothing more than the investor's tacit evaluation of women and the usual laughter of agreement when talking about Isha.

They weren't laughing at Isha, but it was indeed because of her. It would be a little overboard to say that they were laughing at Isha.

However, if Shivam chose to strictly pursue this case, there was no escaping for anyone.

"Afraid to speak up? Is no one going to say anything?

Facing Shivam's aura, no one dared to take the initiative to speak. If they didn't stand out, they wouldn't be shot.

The law did not apply to everyone. Perhaps if no one admitted it, the matter would be over.

"Then I'll take it as though everyone who laughed earlier has made a mistake. Everyone, apologize." Shivam pointed the spear at everyone and made the concluding remark in a very domineering and unreasonable way.

Everyone's faces stiffened.

It was really not a big deal to apologize to Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan, but to apologize to Isha?

Many of them looked reluctant.

However, Shivam was standing right in front of them. They didn't dare to deny that they had laughed just now, let alone leave casually.

Tinki and Shipra were even stiffer. Did they have to apologize to Isha just because they casually echoed everyone's laughter?

How could anyone be so unreasonable?

However, no one dared to reason with Shivam.

Jay Chauhan stood up and said calmly, "It's okay. If you don't apologize, you don't have to leave."

He said something in a very light tone that made them shiver.

Someone suddenly stood up and walked over to Isha. He bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Sharma."

Once someone started, the others followed suit and apologized to Isha.

In a moment, many people had already apologized. Although they felt a little embarrassed, they did not feel any pressure when they thought that they were not the only ones.

Tinki and Shipra really couldn't get over this hurdle, but how could they dare to go against Shivam?

Dissatisfied, the two of them walked up to Isha and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry."

Isha was already used to the two of their attitudes, and Tinki's disdainful snort earlier had not escaped Isha's ears. She said calmly, "Who are you talking to?"

"Miss Sharma, I'm sorry." The two of them had to raise their voices to suppress the discomfort in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, the wind is a little too strong, so I can't hear."

"I'm sorry, Miss Sharma!" The two of them had to repeat themselves.

It was also because they had stood in front of Isha for too long that everyone's gaze stopped on them.

They were clearly wearing more beautiful clothes and makeup than Isha, but everyone thought the two women were completely inferior to Isha.

Tinki could not hide the depression in her heart, and a vicious glint flashed across her eyes.

Isha finally heard their apology clearly. She waved her hand lazily, indicating that they could leave. She treated them as if they were just servants.

Tinki held back her anger and walked away with Shipra.

...

When the matter came to an end, Meera left with Isha. She couldn't help but smile. "Everyone finally knows that it's not true that Mr. Pratap doesn't care about DiXi Media's business. In the future, the artists of DiXi Media will no longer be bullied by these investors... Mr. Pratap!"

Before Meera could finish, she was enveloped by the figure of the man in front of her.

"Mr. Pratap, thank you for helping Isha out. I'll accompany Isha back now," she said dutifully, completely unaware that Shivam was here for Isha.

"I'll accompany Isha home." Shivam naturally reached out and held her hand.

Meera : "???"

She complained in her heart, 'What's going on? When did this happen? Why am I completely in the dark as a manager? Also, what's going on with Ish Pratap? Why don't I know anything?'

Then, she realized something. Could it be that Mr. Pratap was not standing up for his subordinates just now but his woman?

"Sister Meera, you should go home first." Isha waved at her.

"Alright, I'm gonna leave, then." What else was there to do? Stay here and watch their PDA?

Isha held Shivam's arm and said with a smile, "In the future, no one will dare to bully me in public anymore. They'll all say that Mr. Pratap is too scary!"

"No one was allowed to bully you from the very beginning." Shivam was originally worried about Jayesh Chauhan and his son, but now, his worries had dissipated.

"By the way, you said you had something to tell me. What is it?" she asked curiously.

Shivam glanced at Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan, who were walking toward him. He said, "Maybe we should sit down and chat with them."

"With them?" Isha really didn't know what they had to talk about with them. However, although she was suspicious, she still followed Shivam and chose to walk toward them.

...

Inside an upscale private clubhouse.

In the brightly lit room with floor-to-ceiling windows, the waiter walked in on the thick carpet and placed the coffee in front of everyone.

Isha's hand was a little cold. She held the cup as a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes. Then, she said lightly, "So... I'm Riya Rathore's daughter and a member of the Chauhan family?"

Jayesh Chauhan's cold expression was as enthusiastic as when he had just arrived. In fact, he was even more enthusiastic than before. His voice was different from usual. "Yes, you're our daughter, so come home with me."

He had always been a strict father, but he could not hide the love he had for his daughter.

However, he probably rarely showed such an expression. At this moment, he looked a little unnatural. Even Jay Chauhan couldn't stand it anymore. Isha was his biological daughter, but what was he?

Isha was indeed not ready for this. She had gone from one family to another, and the unusual circumstances had scared her, especially when every family dragged her into plenty of trouble.

Besides, she had already mentally prepared herself. Actually, it didn't matter if she didn't have any parents or family.

Facing Jayesh Chauhan, she subconsciously shrank back. Then, the back of her slightly cold hand was covered by a warm and dry palm. She knew where the familiar feeling came from. When she looked at Shivam, there was warmth in her eyes.

Shivam looked down at Isha and said slowly, "Isha has her own family now, so she won't go back with you. I hope you can give her more space."

Jayesh Chauhan frowned deeply. He had a lot to say, but when he saw Isha's obviously distant and unapproachable gaze, he held back.

After all, this matter could not happen overnight.

Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan left.

"Let's go home first." Shivam took her hand, and they got into the car.

Isha's clear eyes flickered a few times. For a moment, she found it difficult to accept this reality.

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