?<strong>Chapter 764:</strong>


    “I’ll ask you one more time. Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?” Fannie stated, her fingers rhythmically tapping on the tabletop.


    Selma’s entire frame trembled uncontrobly. “You knew all this time? I knew it! Ever since your split with Jett, you’ve been plotting against me! Fannie, how can you stoop so low?”


    “So what if I am plotting revenge? Could I possibly stoop lower than you have?” Fannie retorted with a cold sneer. “And remember the time you sent me to meet that director? You knew perfectly well what sort of man he was, didn’t you? What were you trying to aplish back then, Selma?”


    Selma leapt to her feet, her thoughts whirling with anxious energy.


    Could she still hold her ce in this circle if things with Fannie truly fell apart?


    Deep down, she knew the bond she shared with Fannie was irrevocably strained.


    Facing Fannie, who appeared unnervinglyposed, suffocating pressure settled over Selma.


    Her entire being was engulfed in a sharp, poignant sorrow—her eyes brimmed with tears, her heart throbbed painfully. As tears cascaded down her cheeks, it almost seemed as though Fannie was the one at fault.


    “Yes, it was me,” Selma finally admitted, her voice cracking. Fannie remained silent, observing Selma as she mounted herst stand of defiance.


    Selma straightened up, mustering a facade of tranquility. “What was I trying to aplish? I wanted to ask you the same question. You restricted me to minor roles, and when you finallynded me a lead, you threw me to that sinister director. I’ve been harboring resentment towards you for ages! Without you, Fannie, I could have been a star!”


    Fannie had secretly hoped Selma would say something to justify her management decisions. However, hearing Selma’s bitter usations, she nearly let out augh.


    “Was I the one who pushed you into that crew? Weren’t you the one desperate to get close to Jett, begging him to scrounge up opportunities for you?”


    Selma yearned to speak further, yet Fannie left no room for discussion. “I cannot teach someone so unwilling to learn. Given your mistrust and adamant views, it’s pointless for us to continue this partnership.”


    Rising abruptly, Fannie strode past Selma, who, gripped by a sudden dread, stepped in her way.


    “What are you implying? Are you severing my contract?”


    Fannie bypassed the question entirely, her tone steady and icy. “The termination papers are already with yourwyer. Expect a visit from the police soon—they’ll want to discuss the allegations of my kidnapping.”


    As she moved to leave, Fannie left Selma with a chilling piece of advice. “Watch your back.”


    “Exin yourself!” Selma demanded, her plea slicing through the hum of colleagues departing at the close of the day.


    Caught off guard by Selma’s unexpected assertiveness, Fannie stumbled, unprepared for the strength in Selma’s grip. Her high heel betrayed her, twisting her ankle in an agonizing jolt.


    Gasping, Fannie copsed to the floor, pain etching her features. “You can’t do this to me!”


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