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A slender woman with brunette hair strode in with her hands in the pockets of her long coat. She had dark sunglasses on and from the aura that surrounded her, one could easily deduce that she was not to be trifled with.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the executives’ demeanour shifted. Nervous glances darted around the room, some even coughed awkwardly. Max, sitting in the back, couldn’t help but notice. He tilted his head, curiosity piqued as he watched her approach.

Meanwhile, the woman didn't seem surprised by their attitudes, her lips curling into a smirk as she snorted, "Spare me the theatrics. You all know exactly what I’m here for. Just because I've retired from the industry, you think you can mess with my artist and go scot-free?"

As she spoke, she pulled off her glasses, revealing her face to Max who instantly whistled inwardly. She strode into the room, twirling her sunglasses, and it was only then that everyone noticed that there was someone behind her.

It was the A-l