Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The company maintained its usual stance, urging me to suck it up.

They said I had already caused losses and should be grateful they hadn't terminated my contract. They even mentioned something about firing my assistant.

As soon as he finished speaking, I calmly pulled out the contract from my bag.

"According to Clause 32 of the contract, the company is obligated and responsible for responding and addressing any online defamation against the artist."

"And according to Clause 69, the artist has the right to request a change of assistant."

My voice was steady, and I looked expressionlessly at the now-stunned manager.

"You drafted the contract. I've read it thoroughly. I hope you can fulfill it."

"And if you want to terminate the contract, that's fine. But as far as I know, in the past two years, I've brought in at least fifty million in profits through reality shows and endorsement deals."

"If this goes to court, you might not win. Better get a good lawyer; your current legal team might not cut it."

I delivered my lengthy speech in one breath, leaving the manager at a loss for words.

She stared at me for a while, seemingly baffled by my sudden change.

Just a few days ago, I was a doormat, afraid to stand up for myself.

After a long pause, he swallowed hard and said, "Go back and wait. I need to discuss this with the higher-ups."

I narrowed my eyes, my voice turning cold, "It's just about firing an assistant. You have the authority. I want your decision now."

The atmosphere grew tense as our gazes locked, tension crackling between us.

After several seconds, he closed his eyes and reluctantly agreed, "Fine, fire the assistant."

Leaning back in my chair, I smirked, "It's just an assistant. What's the big deal? My commercial value is much higher, got it?"

"Fool."