Chapter 9 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

From the beginning until now, Tham Tri Y has always been silent. But listen to this. She laughed. The laughter was very soft. But loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"You're wearing a stolen dress."

"So you think you'll be famous?"

Lam Kieu Kieu was immediately poked in a painful spot.

"Didn't you also ask me to pack the pictures?"

"No shaping."

"No red carpet."

"How are you different from normal people?"

"Kieu Kieu!"

Ms. Dam shouted. Giang Man also immediately rushed to cover her mouth. But it was too late. Outside the door there was a staff member holding a phone secretly filming. Tran Khai Minh saw it. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Who let you guys film?"

"Delete now!"

The crowd immediately dispersed. Tan Man turned to lawyer Nghiem.

"Write down everything you just said."

At this moment, Lam Kieu Kieu really felt scared. The voice began to tremble.

"I was just talking nonsense."

I looked at her.

"Every time it breaks something."

"You always said you were just going along with your mouth."

Lam Kieu Kieu suddenly raised her head to look at me.

"So what?"

"I don't dare let Tham Tri Y cancel the red carpet."

"You guys don't dare either."

"If the awards ceremony fails."

"The damage is much greater than 8,000,000 yuan."

No one objected. Because she hit everyone's weak points. Tran Khai Minh looked at me. The voice is very low.

"Le Duong."

"Don't embarrass the company."

I looked at him.

"So the company is going to make things difficult for me?"

He didn't answer. Giang Man pulled Lam Kieu Kieu behind her.

"Let's get through tonight first."

"Then we can discuss whatever explanation you want."

I looked at the camera screen stopping. In the picture. Lam Kieu Kieu hugged the "Ngan Ha" dress and walked out of the styling room. His face was filled with satisfaction. I turned to the security captain.

"Camera footage from the twenty-eighth floor hallway."

"Is there a recording?"

The security captain was stunned.

"The hallway camera has no sound."

I continue to ask:

"What about behind-the-scenes cameras from rehearsals?"

"This morning the media room filmed material on the twenty-eighth floor, right?"

Tran Khai Minh's face immediately changed. Giang Man also turned her head to look at me. Even Lam Kieu Kieu gasped. She also just remembered. The media department is filming behind-the-scenes material for the awards ceremony. In the hallway next to the women's restroom. There is a camera available. I looked at the head of communications.

"Where's the memory card?"

Sweat immediately broke out on the other person's forehead.

"In... in the editing room."

Lam Kieu Kieu suddenly rushed towards the door.

"Don't watch!"

Tan Man raised his hand to stop her.

"Why can't you see it?"

Lam Kieu Kieu immediately became speechless. Giang Man's voice also became tense.

"Le Duong."

"Unnecessary."

I walked in front of her.

"General Giang."

"Didn't you want the truth just now?"

I looked at the bag lock shaking slightly in her hand.

"Then now..."

"The truth is coming."

In the editing room. The head of the communications department tremblingly inserted the memory card into the computer. Lam Kieu Kieu's wrist was held tightly by Giang Man. Standing cowering in the corner of the room. The makeup has been smudged for some time now. Lawyer Nghiem. Tham Tri Y. Tran Khai Minh. All are present. The video is opened. 11:59 a.m. The original camera was filming a few new artists dancing in the hallway. Right then. Lam Kieu Kieu walked out holding the "Ngan Ha" dress out of the makeshift changing room. Walking next to her was a girl wearing a red dress. The name is Duong Duyet. Official employee of the artist coordination department. Duong Duyet looked at the scissors in Lam Kieu Kieu's hand. The voice was full of worry.

"Kieu Kieu."

"Are you really going to cut it?"

"The label clearly says it's for Tham Tri Y."

Lam Kieu Kieu stood in front of the mirror. Try on the length of the skirt.

"What about Tham Tri Y?"

"She doesn't lack clothes anyway."

Duong Duyet says:

"This is Van Doan Gia's belongings."

"I heard it's very expensive."

Lam Kieu Kieu burst out laughing.

"How expensive can it be?"

"Le Duong is just an employee."

"She has no right to interact with real haute couture."

"Eight-tenths are inventory in the company warehouse."

Duong Duyet advises:

"Or ask President Giang first."

Lam Kieu Kieu gave her the scissors.

"You can help me hold the hem of the dress."

Duong Duyet immediately stepped back.

"I don't dare."

Lam Kieu Kieu's face immediately darkened.

"Coward."

"Aunt Giang said so."

"Tonight the new employee representative is me."

"If I were famous."

"I'll drag you along to enjoy the happiness later."

Duong Duyet still shook his head.

"That's not okay."

Lam Kieu Kieu pouted.

"You coward."

"Do you think Le Duong really dares to turn on Aunt Giang?"

"If she dares to make a big deal out of it."

"The first person to deal with her was General Manager Tran."

"At that point, just say the dress already has problems."

"Let Le Duong take charge."

Behind the lens. There was a cameraman's voice asking in a low voice:

"Do I need to turn off the computer for this part?"

Another replied:

"We're filming behind-the-scenes material."

The video continues. Lam Kieu Kieu spread her skirt on the table to wash her hands. One cut of scissors. The sound of fabric being torn was extremely clear. The whole room fell into silence. Tham Tri Y slowly closed her eyes. His face was terrifyingly white. Tan Man took off his white gloves.