“Excuse me? It was your staff who shoved people first. Plus, you were the one who stirred the pot to begin with. Now you’re blaming us?” Xiao Ye shot back without hesitation. She was always the one telling others not to lose their temper, but honestly, she was the worst at keeping hers in check.
But regardless of who started it, in the end, Amelia Johnson and her team were “politely” shown the door—courtesy of Zhou Yue’s heavyweight backing.
“Sorry, our studio won’t be available to you anymore,” the studio owner said flatly.
The director wasn’t having it. “Are you kidding? We signed a contract! You expect us to just leave and eat the losses?”
The studio owner, who had his own clout in the entertainment industry, sneered dismissively. “So what? It’s just money.”
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