NOVEL My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn! Chapter 745: Rolling Up Our Sleeves and Getting to Work

My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

Chapter 745: Rolling Up Our Sleeves and Getting to Work
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Chapter 745: Chapter 745: Rolling Up Our Sleeves and Getting to Work

The event was being broadcast live from the start, not only could the people on site see it, but also those outside. freewёbnoνel.com

These words undoubtedly slapped a lot of faces.

"Dynasty Entertainment has no interest in dealing with a small company," the CEO of Dynasty Entertainment left with a dark face, striding away with that woman.

Nina King couldn’t express how delighted she was right now, finally venting all the frustration that had been pent up for so long.

"Miss Thorne, do you have evidence of Dynasty’s framing of the artists under your company?" The reporters below were already exercising their vivid imagination with the titles for today’s banquet.

"Until the matter is thoroughly investigated, I will remain silent. I hope everyone gives me a few days to clear the names of the artists under my company," Melody Thorne smiled and pointed at the bodyguards she brought with her, "As it turns out, having my people here means safety; they are not bodyguards but artists under my company." freeweɓnøvel.com

The entire audience turned their eyes, seeing a bunch of young, attractive male artists.

Only Nina King was left on stage answering questions.

"Yes, yes, exactly. Our President Thorne has been harshly criticized these past few days, yet she hasn’t complained once, still staunchly protecting the artists under her. I feel incredibly honored to follow a boss like her."

"Ah, yes, right now it is suspicious. Out of so many entertainment companies, none got into trouble, only the people from Dynasty are making a big fuss."

"There’s no evidence yet, we’re still speculating. But everyone should keep an eye out; the truth might surface at any moment."

The group of reporters below, upon receiving a piece of information, would come up with countless headlines, and now the titles were even more colorful and exaggerated.

The banquet ended in discord.

"Haha, haha, I’m dying of laughter," Nina King laughed so hard his stomach hurt, leaning on the back seat and clutching his belly, "Didn’t you see the CEO of Dynasty Entertainment’s face? It was even worse than if he’d eaten shit!"

"Hmm," Melody Thorne lifted her lips, "But we don’t know for sure if it’s Dynasty’s people. It’s hard to imagine why they would go to such extremes, even resorting to murder."

It was truly chilling to hear this, that even in fierce competitions, such extreme measures would be taken.

"Who cares about them, anyhow Dynasty Entertainment has stirred up a mess for themselves. The ranking votes for the female star of the Golden Eagle are completely stuck for their company’s artists, while yours, despite being behind now, are skyrocketing in votes. There’s a chance to turn the situation around," Nina King said, staring at the laptop.

"The entire internet is praising you as the most caring and conscientious boss. If you announce now that you’re hiring more actors, surely people will be breaking down the doors to join."

"Knock, knock," the car window glass was tapped.

Melody Thorne wanted to take a break, so she leaned in the back seat of the car which hadn’t yet driven off. Hearing the sound, she lowered the car window. A large bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums was shoved in. "Miss Thorne, a man just said to give this to you."

Nina King’s face immediately changed upon seeing the large, glaringly yellow bouquet of chrysanthemums. He grabbed the flowers and threw them out the window, jumped out of the car, and yelled at the delivery boy, "Are you fucking crazy or have a death wish, bringing us chrysanthemums?"

Chrysanthemums are clearly meant for the deceased!

"I didn’t send them, someone bought them in my flower shop and asked me to deliver them," the man pointed to a nearby flower shop.

"Who asked you to deliver them? I’m going to skin that person alive," Nina King rolled up his sleeves.

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