Betrayed, But Not Defeated novel Chapter 179

Whitney had had an absolutely miserable day in Qranross.

She had planned to book a flight home that day itself, but to her surprise, Jeremiah had arrived before her.

"Mr. Kirk, why are you here in person? Hasn't that bitch come back yet?" Whitney was momentarily stunned before quickly catching on.

Jeremiah gave her a weary look. "Whitney, you can call her whatever you want here, but don't let anyone hear you outside. If someone records you, your career is over."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing." She clung to his arm. "But you still haven't told me. What happened to her?"

"It seems she really isn't coming back," Jeremiah replied with a sigh.

"What?" Whitney's temper flared and shoved his arm away. "She's leaving the company? What about the massive contract penalties? I thought she was locked in it!"

"The higher-ups made the call. Seems like Mikayla has found herself a real backer this time," Jeremiah explained with another sigh.

The entertainment industry might look glamorous, but he knew better than anyone—there were certain people you simply couldn't afford to cross.

If Mikayla hadn't been disfigured, she might have even made a comeback.

"Impossible! That ugly freak really thinks she can stir up trouble again? I should've done more back then instead of just ruining her face. I should make sure she can never speak again!"

Whitney's expression turned vicious.

Jeremiah frowned deeply. "Just let it go already. That's in the past. Don't create more problems."

"Create problems?" Whitney snapped. "If she makes a comeback, do you think I'll survive?"

She shot a cold glare at Jeremiah, then said in a cold and commanding tone, "Listen to me—you have to get rid of that woman!"

Jeremiah narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"I said, you must get rid of her. Right now. No delays!" Whitney was too caught up in her fury to notice the shift in his demeanor.

Without hesitation, Jeremiah slapped her across the face.

Whitney's body trembled with indignance. Blacklisted!

For an artist, getting blacklisted was no different than a death sentence. The moment she lost her career, her luxurious lifestyle would be gone with the wind. This time, she was truly terrified.

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Outside of Geller Cosmetics's office building, Jeremiah stood there looking at the unassuming company. There was a flicker of surprise in his expression.

On the surface, it looked like just another mid-sized business, but as the saying went—one should never judge a book by its cover.

If even Ms. Keaton had personally called him about this, Jeremiah wasn't going to take the matter lightly.

Whitney, wearing a wide-brimmed hat to conceal the slap mark on her face, trailed behind him obediently.

But beneath her seemingly docile facade, her eyes burned with bitter hatred.