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Although Rong Yan’s neck was scratched a bit, compared to Kim Yien, who had been beaten into a pig’s face, she was in far better shape.
She tidied up her disheveled clothes and followed in Estelle’s footsteps after putting her hat back on.
Kim Yien was much worse off in comparison. Her face and mouth hurt so much she almost wanted to scream. Seeing Rong Yan just dust off her butt and leave, she was dying to charge over and drag her back. Her mouth wouldn’t stop complaining, “She’s just a talent coordinator, what right does she have to order around?”
Her manager, seeing her still causing a scene, quickly whispered to calm her down, “Yien, let it go. There’s that saying, ‘Yama is easy to deal with, but the little ghosts are troubleso.’ While the talent coordinator isn’t a very high position, she still manages quite a lot. Better to avoid making more trouble; let’s go up and see what happens first.”
Fearing her brainless charge would throw another diva tantrum, she hurriedly gave her a heads-up before they went up, “Make sure to insist that it was Rong Yan who started it and that you were forced to defend yourself. Got it?”
Kim Yien silently touched her numb, swollen mouth, pulled out a mirror, and looked at the person in it. She felt a mix of anger and humiliation and rolled her eyes, “It was her who hit first. Just now, when others were holding back and hitting , I didn’t see you helping, and now you rember you’re my manager!”
The manager, publicly humiliated, almost lost face, and awkwardly reached out to her, “Yien…”
“Don’t call ! I get annoyed just hearing it!” Kim Yien shook off her hand, glared at the onlookers around her, covered her swollen face, and stord off.
The atmosphere in the supervisor’s office was heavy.
Levin, Rong Yan, Estelle, and an assistant who ca in to serve coffee were all present.
As soon as Kim Yien entered, she began to cry, “Wuu, Supervisor, look at what she’s done to my face? I have a magazine shoot later, how can I work with a face like this?”
Her face was so dreadful that even the KT supervisor, prepared ntally, showed a surprised expression upon seeing her face swollen like a pig’s.
“You…”
He turned his head towards Rong Yan, apparently incredulous.
He had heard there was a fight downstairs, but when he saw Rong Yan co in with just a few scratch marks on her neck, he thought the disturbance wasn’t that severe.
Now, seeing her… it wasn’t that it wasn’t severe, it was that one side hadn’t fought at all!
He knew Rong Yan had so background with higher-ups and was inclined to protect her, but with Kim Yien’s face battered like this, as a supervisor, it was difficult for him to show no reaction.
“Was it you who beat her like this?”
“Yes.” Rong Yan pursed her lips, clearly implying, ‘I hit her, and I acknowledge it; deal with it as you will.’
Estelle looked at her, then stepped forward, cutting in, “Supervisor, I’ve just inquired about the specifics. What I heard was that Yien provoked first, and Rong Yan was pushed to act in desperation.”
“What do you an I provoked first? It was obviously her who hit first; everyone there saw it. Don’t make things up, Estelle, just to defend her.”
She hurriedly defended herself and after doing so, imdiately broke into a whine, playing the victim, “I know the company is pushing new talent now. But over the years I’ve been signed, if not for rit, I’ve at least put in hard work, haven’t I? She’s ridden roughshod over and attacked, is the company not going to do anything?”
Her eyes reddening, she played her trump card, “If the company doesn’t handle this, I’ll have no choice but to terminate my contract!”
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