Arthur stopped in front of Beatrice.
For three years, she had been under a PR contract with him, playing the role of the woman by his side.
Now he looked at her as if he had never truly seen her before.
"Arthur..." Beatrice's voice shook. "Let me explain. Back then, I only—"
"Shut up."
Arthur took out his phone and called his assistant.
"Notify Legal," he said, his eyes still on Beatrice. "Terminate all PR contracts and commercial ties with Miss Beatrice effective immediately. Starting tomorrow, I don't want to see her name attached to anything related to the group."
"Arthur, you can't do this. I've been with you all these years—"
"Get out," he said.
Beatrice knew that if she pushed any further, her career would truly be over.
She didn't dare say another word.
Clutching her bag,
