At that mont, Cora didn’t blink. She didn’t stutter. She didn’t flinch. She had taken enough of Samuel’s arrogance, and now it was ti he heard the truth—the kind that cut deeper than flattery ever could.
"You should be grateful," she said coldly, each word deliberate, like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "For once in your life, show so damn gratitude."
Imdiately Samuel’s brows furrowed. He opened his mouth, but Cora raised a hand not to stop him, but to cut through him.
"Grateful that people believed in you when you were nothing. Grateful that this company carried you, protected your image, cleaned up your sses, paid your bills, invested millions into making you look like a star—because without all that, Samuel, you wouldn’t even have a chair to sit in, let alone the pride to walk in here and throw your weight around."
The entire room froze, every person holding their breath as Cora’s voice echoed in the silence.
"But instead," she continued, fire in her tone, "you choose to look down on everyone. You think they’re not good enough to speak with you? You think I’m not good enough to sit across from you and talk business?"
She leaned forward, her voice sharp and venom-laced.
"No, Samuel. You are the one who is not good enough."
Samuel’s eyes widened slightly.
"You are the one who doesn’t deserve to sit in my presence and spew this trash," she snapped. "If care is not taken—if I hear even one more word of this nonsense—you won’t have to worry about this contract."
Her voice dropped, but it only made her words more dangerous.
"I’ll terminate it. Myself. I’ll make one call and send you out of this company so fast the tabloids won’t even catch up in ti. I don’t give a damn who the hell you think you are."
The room was deathly still. Even the air felt too tense to move.
And Samuel, Samuel, the beloved golden boy of MK Entertainnt, the actor whose na had beco a brand sat in stunned silence. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Him? The top actor? Being spoken to like this? Being threatened? Being... dismissed?
His lips parted, his ego burning to respond. Rage boiled behind his eyes as he finally stood and barked out in disbelief, "Who the fuck are you talking to?!"
He pointed at her, eyes wide in shock.
"How dare you talk to like that?! I’m not going to take this insult anymore!"
At that mont, Samuel threw his hands up in frustration and scoffed loudly. His pride had been wounded far too deeply, and he wasn’t about to let it go unpunished.
"You know what?" he growled, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring. "I’m not signing anything. It’s over between us. I’m done. I’m not going to accept this shit!"
He flung the back of the chair with such force that it rolled a few inches behind him, screeching against the polished floor. His two representatives the woman in navy and the man in grey turned toward him, eyes wide in disbelief. Their bodies tensed as if they had just heard the start of a car crash but were helpless to stop it.
"Samuel—" the man started, his voice cautious.
"No!" Samuel barked, slicing the air with his hand. "Don’t. I’ve made my decision."
The woman’s mouth opened to speak, clearly trying to salvage the deal, but Samuel’s glare shot her down before she could even form the words.
"That’s final!" he said sharply. "Don’t try to convince . I don’t care. Let MK Entertainnt crash without ."
But deep inside, even Samuel wasn’t completely sure. His anger had taken the wheel, and his ego had shut off the brakes. The decision might’ve felt powerful in the mont, but the consequences were massive, and his team knew it better than anyone.
Because if Samuel truly walked away from MK Entertainnt, his career would instantly hang in the balance. Other entertainnt companies might be willing to pamper his ego for a while, but none of them ca with the unmatched influence, strategic backing, and dia control that MK Entertainnt provided. It wasn’t just about money. MK had built him into a household na. Without their protection, his image could crumble the mont a scandal broke—or worse, the mont the public grew tired of his arrogance.
That’s why his representatives looked like they’d just seen their futures flash before their eyes.
Still, Samuel stood tall, breathing heavily, stubborn as ever, then, before another word could escape his lips, the door swung open.
Everyone turned, Malisa stepped into the room, not realizing the firestorm she had just walked into. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she strolled in, clutching a file in her hand.
"Cora, sorry for the delay," she said casually, eyes focused on the folder. "Here’s the contract termination—"
She stopped abruptly, her eyes lifting and freezing the mont they t Samuel’s.
At that mont, Samuel’s eyes widened, his brows twitching upward in pure disbelief the mont he saw Malisa walk in.
He froze.
He hadn’t expected her Malisa to appear so suddenly, let alone in the middle of that heated exchange. Everyone in the industry knew who she was. Malisa wasn’t just so executive. She wasn’t just so well-dressed woman holding files. She was one of the most powerful won in the entertainnt world. Ruthless when she needed to be. Sharp as a blade. Respected everywhere. And feared in the right circles.
But what made his heart skip wasn’t just her reputation. It was the whispers he had always heard... that Malisa was closely tied to the real, mysterious owner of MK Entertainnt. So even believed she was the best friend of the person who truly ran everything behind the scenes—the one whose na was never on the public records but controlled every major move from the shadows.
So why... why was she casually handing over docunts to Cora?
The sa woman Samuel had just insulted? The sa woman he mocked as a nobody? he stared as Malisa gently placed the folder into Cora’s hands, her tone respectful, her posture composed—as if she wasn’t superior to Cora, but aligned with her. Working under her.
The gears turned in Samuel’s mind.
And then it hit him like a blow to the chest.
Could it be? Could the woman he just disrespected the one he had shouted at, threatened, and dismissed without hesitation be the actual owner of MK Entertainnt? his throat suddenly felt dry.
His arrogance began to crack.
The realization hit him hard, and he didn’t even know what to say.
Could it be that the lady who was talking trash to him... was the owner?
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