Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1567:

Tiffany was simply choosing not to renew her contract. She had no intentions of destroying Star Entertainment or bringing down Devonte, the CEO—all for the sake of Melinda.

How could a woman like Tiffany, who had meticulously built her career over the years, not exercise discretion?

When Devonte began using Star Entertainment for dubious activities, Tiffany had collected enough evidence to potentially convict him.

It was daunting for an actress to challenge a well-established company. But what about an actress armed with evidence and ready to risk everything? Even if she couldn’t bring them down entirely, she was determined to make them pay a steep price.

Moira was unaware of all this. She still believed Tiffany was merely posturing on the legacy of the late Melinda. Moira glared at Tiffany, her eyes filled with malice, her tone increasingly hostile.

“Who do you think you are, threatening Mr. Coleman? Melinda has been gone for a long time, and you think…”

could finish her accusation, a slap cut her

slap stunned everyone in the room, silencing the space as everyone froze, afraid to even breathe too

were accustomed to seeing artists dominated by their agents. Such was the nature of showbiz. No matter how famous the artists became, they often appeared as mere commodities to their

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never been slapped before. Her head reeled, and her cheeks flushed with anger as she raised her hand, lunging at Tiffany with the intent to claw at

intervened, having appeared from nowhere. She seized Moira’s wrist just as it neared Tiffany’s face and, with

astonishment as Harlee then stepped decisively onto Moira’s stomach. Her voice was cold and authoritative as she said, “Who gave you the courage to touch

everyone present instinctively took a step back. Some couldn’t hide their shock, gasping under their

her panicked, high-pitched scream reverberated through the

Who… the hell do you think you are? How dare you hit me?

thick with agony. Harlee’s foot pressing into her stomach felt like it could crush her entire being.

“You vile woman…”