Chapter 15 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

Lam Kieu Kieu stood in front of me. First time since everything happened. She no longer looks arrogant. Both eyes were red. Voice choked.

"Miss Le Duong..."

Tong An An immediately blocked the front.

"Don't call me."

"Sounds dirty."

Lam Kieu Kieu did not argue. Also don't get angry. Tears kept falling.

"I'm sorry."

"I really know it's wrong."

"Can you help me talk to the brand?"

"Reduce the compensation a bit."

"I really can't pay it."

Tong An An burst out laughing.

"Now you know you can't pay?"

"Why didn't you think when you held the scissors?"

"Why didn't you think when you posted a photo to show off in the group?"

"When you said that dress was a pile of rags, why didn't you think?"

Each sentence made Lam Kieu Kieu's face turn a little pale. She bowed her head. Don't dare respond. I looked at her. After a long time, I asked:

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Lam Kieu Kieu quickly nodded.

"You shouldn't take other people's things."

"Don't cut your skirt."

"Don't show off to the group."

I shook my head.

"You still don't understand."

Lam Kieu Kieu raised her head. Eyes blurred. I looked straight at her.

"What you ruined was more than just a dress."

"You look down on other people's efforts."

"It took Manh Tuyet Chau more than two years to make 'Ngan Ha'."

"Tong An An followed me and stayed up twenty-one nights."

"Tham Tri Y prepared for many months for the announcement of the brand representative."

"Van Doan Gia spent countless resources on this campaign."

"Just wanted to stand out for a few more minutes."

"Considered all that was not worth it."

Lam Kieu Kieu stood dumbfounded. The corners of the lips trembled. But couldn't say a word. For the first time. There is no one left to protect her anymore. Right at that moment. Tan Man stepped forward. In hand is a new set of documents.

"I just received the results of the preliminary assessment."

Lam Kieu Kieu was startled.

"What rating?"

Tan Man opened the file.

"Recovery Costs."

"Emergency handling costs."

"Cancellation fee."

"Communication costs."

"Some image loss."

Lam Kieu Kieu's face became whiter and whiter.

"There...how many?"

Tan Man looked at her. Read calmly.

"Present."

"Total provisional claim value."

"9,230,000 yuan."

Lam Kieu Kieu sat down on the ground. Even Lam Quoc Cuong was stunned.

"How much?"

"9,230,000 yuan."

Tan Man repeated.

"And this is just a temporary number."

Lam Quoc Cuong felt his eyes darken. How many years has he been in business? But to spend more than nine million yuan in cash in a short time. It's not an easy thing either. This is also a compensation amount. Doesn't create any value. Lam Kieu Kieu suddenly crawled in front of me. Really kneel down.

"Ms. Le Duong."

"I beg you."

"I kneel and beg you."

"I'll just say something for you."

"I don't want to be sued."

"I don't want my life to be ruined."

Tong An An looked at that scene. There was no pity in his eyes. Just coldly said:

"Miss Duong."

"Don't be soft-hearted."

"Yesterday."

"If you can't keep the evidence."

"You kneel here."

"Maybe it's you."

The whole room was silent. No one can refute that statement. Because everyone knows. If there were no cameras that day. No footage available. There was no Duong Duyet to testify. Then the person who bears the entire responsibility is most likely me. Lam Kieu Kieu also understands. Water Eyes fall even more. But this time. No one believes anymore. I looked at her. Finally, just say one sentence.

"I'm not the one who decides."

"If you want to apologize."

"Apologize to those you hurt."

"One by one."

Lam Kieu Kieu looked at me bewildered. I turned around and left. Manh Tuyet Chau is still sitting next to the needle and thread box. Quietly fix a bead on the hem of the dress. Under the lights.

"Milky Way" still sparkles.

And Lam Kieu Kieu. Finally understood one thing. There are things. One pull can destroy in seconds. But even if I use it for a lifetime. Not sure if it can be compensated for. The smile on Giang Man's lips completely disappeared. She stood up straight. His eyes cooled little by little.

"Le Duong."

"You will regret it."

I looked at her.

"Have you also said this to other people?"

Giang Man paused. I opened the mailbox on the screen. The three photos are still there. Same text:

"If you want to know why 'Milky Way' is being targeted, check the ceremony's sponsor list."

I raised my head to look at her.

"For example, the person who lost his tuxedo last year?"

"Or the one who brings the company's sample outfits for friends to take pictures of?"

Giang Man's face changed. Just for a second. Then quickly calm down.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

I closed the laptop.

"No problem."

"You'll understand."

Giang Man looked at me for a few more seconds. Finally turned around and left. But before walking out the door. She still left a sentence.

"You think you're investigating the truth."

"You're really just poking a beehive."

The door closes. The entire imaging room was silent. Tong An An waited until she could no longer see her shadow before taking a deep breath.

"Miss Duong."

"I hate people like her the most."

"It's obvious that my life is almost over but I still like to scare people."

I looked towards the door.

"She's not threatening."

Tong An An was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

I reopened the email. Zoom in on the last photo. Screenshot of transfer. The amount is not large. But the note is noteworthy.

"Creation resource usage fee."

Tong An An also saw it. His face immediately changed color.

"Wait..."

"What do you mean..."

I nodded.

"In the company there is someone selling the resources of the imaging department."

"And that didn't just happen in a day or two."

If only it were Lam Kieu Kieu. If it was just a dress. There won't be that many traces. This makes sense. Behind the incident of "Ngan Ha" there is a long line. Some people treat company resources as private property. Exchange benefits. As for "Ngan Ha"... Just the first time everything exploded. Afternoon. Tong An An and I went down to the archives. This is where all costume loan records for the last three years are stored. Tong An An muttered while flipping through the file.

"Miss Duong."

"If there really is someone selling resources."

"Won't it leave a mark?"

"Of course."

"Money can disappear."

"But the process is not."

I took out the female artist's profile from last year. People who once lost their tuxedos before the red carpet. The company concluded that the warehouse staff was negligent. Then internal compensation ends. But when opening the file. I discovered something unusual. The person signing confirms the investigation. It's Giang Man. The proponent ended the investigation. Also Giang Man. Tong An An bent down to look.

"What a coincidence?"

I said nothing. Continue Open the second profile. The incident of the costume model being taken out to take private photos. Loan approver. Still Giang Man. Tong An An took a deep breath.

"That's not it..."

I closed the file. A guess gradually appeared in my heart. Lam Kieu Kieu was never a real target. She's just the one holding the scissors. And the one who gives scissors. It's someone else. Right at that moment. My phone vibrated. It's a text message from an unknown number. No profile picture. There's only one sentence.

"Don't look up the sponsor list."

Right after that. The second message appears.

"Some people won't want you to continue living in peace."

Tong An An also saw it. His face immediately turned white.

"Miss Duong..."

"Should I call the police?"

I looked at the phone screen. Then save the photo. Then calmly lock the device.

"If they start to get scared."

"It means we've found the right direction."

Outside the window. It's starting to get dark. The city lights light up one after another. Like the stars on the "Milky Way" costume. Some stars have gone out. Some stars are still shining. But I know. The person behind this incident. It's about to show up.