C6 Who Are You？！

The elevator of the British Royal Company stopped on the 18th floor. My script had to be handed to the director of the studio, which was empty. Did I go the wrong way?

Turning around, a man in his twenties appeared behind me.

The man was exceptionally handsome. His facial features were as distinct as sculptures, and his angular face was abnormally handsome. He had jet-black hair, and a pair of eyes that sparkled with life beneath his sword-like brows. If one wasn't careful, they would fall into his trap. He had a tall and straight nose and thick, moderate, red lips. His appearance was very serious, making it difficult for people to get close to him.

I mustered up my courage and stopped the man in front of him. "Sir, where are the staff members?"

The man frowned slightly. It was obvious that he found it even harder to get close to Ye Zichen. "Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm a screenwriter from Renault Corporation who came to deliver the script as promised today." As I said that, I took out a name card from my pocket and handed it over to the man with both hands. "My name is …"

"You don't have to work anymore!" The man didn't accept my business card, but his words were filled with a sense of command.

I don't understand what qualifications he has to fire me. And why did he fire me?

"Sir, what are you talking about?" I asked him in surprise after putting away the business card.

"You don't understand? You're fired! Do you need me to call your supervisor and have him contact you directly? "

I've never seen such a domineering and unreasonable man. He may be capable, but he has to have a reason to fire me, right?

"Why did you fire me?" The importance of the job to me made me almost hoarse. He knew that once I was fired, I was going to be a drinking lady.

The man's face darkened. He placed one hand in his pocket and asked, "What time did you get the script for?"

"9 points!"

"What time is it?"

He looked at his watch. It was now 9: 05 and it was indeed less than 9: 00 when he arrived at the company. However, there were too many people entering and exiting the elevator, which resulted in a delay of 5 minutes.

"Please listen to my explanation …" Just now my toughness was completely gone, like a beggar who wags his tail and longs for him to keep me, because I can't lose this job!

"I don't want to hear any of your explanations. My name is Lin Yu Ze. If you have any complaints about my dismissal, you can file a complaint." After Lin Yuze's sharp and forceful words were said, it was as if I had been struck by lightning on a clear day. The script in my hand also slipped to the ground …

Lin Yuze, he's the most famous and prestigious agent in the entertainment circle, as well as the music director of the Royal Group. There isn't a single artiste that he fancies that isn't popular, there isn't a single one that isn't popular. At the same time, his position and personality are always the same.

Without any further explanation, he quickly left the Royal Group.

I know it's all over...

After staying up all night for three days, the script I wrote fell to the ground like a piece of scrap paper. My hard work is no longer of any use to me …

Han Yi'er didn't know that after she left, just as Lin Yuze was about to return to his office, he happened to step on the script that Han Yi'er dropped.

He bent down slightly and picked up the script, flipping a few pages.

When he flipped to the few pages in the middle, his eyes suddenly lit up …

Walking on the busy street, he felt a burst of pain in his nose, and tears started pouring out uncontrollably …

Perhaps, this was fate. I don't blame Lin Yuze for his domineering attitude and his steadfast words. I only blame myself. What if I delivered it earlier?

Now …

I have to face the job of serving Miss Wine,

I am so scared, so anxious, I don't know who I should talk to, the debt makes me breathless, my mother's illness worries me all the time, sometimes I really want to die, but when I think of that bastard father, and my sick mother, I know that I shouldn't have chosen to run away from her …

Arriving at my good friend Xiao Wen's home, I immediately threw myself into her embrace. Now, I could only pour out my frustration to her.

"Yi'er, why are you crying?"

"Warm …" I didn't say a word for a long time. I didn't know how to tell her about me, and I didn't know how to tell her about my stress and depression.

"Yi'er, did you quarrel with Zhang Yuan?"

That's right! Zhang Yuan, he's my boyfriend and his father is a member of the district commissar. If he knew I was going to be a drinking lady, how would he react? I can't tell him this, I absolutely can't tell him this.

"No …" Wiping away his tears, he forced out a smile. "Warmth, what do you think of Miss Warmth?"

Hearing my question, Xiao Wen Wen was stunned. "You aren't planning to …"

"Yes, don't tell Zhang Yuan."

"Don't worry, Yi'er. I definitely won't say anything. You have to be careful to protect yourself." At the moment, Xiao's warm reaction was a smile. I didn't know why she was smiling, but it wasn't until a few days later that I realized why she was laughing …

That night, Mother Sang and Brother Hu came to my house. No matter how much I begged, they didn't give me any time to kneel. That night, they brought me to the "Earthly Paradise" nightclub.

I had no choice. Even if I didn't want to, I had to pay back the money I owed.

And on the same day, the number one guest I accepted was actually …

Zhang Yuan!

"Yi'er!" Zhang Yuan has always been very gentle to me, but now his expression is so terrifying.

"Zhang..." "Far …" I didn't dare look at him, and I didn't know what to explain. I couldn't figure out how he had gotten here.

"Pa!" He ruthlessly slapped my face and left furiously …

I didn't go after him, and I didn't know what to explain. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. Perhaps the year's relationship with him would come to an end at this moment. His family is a political family, his education is a prestigious university, and I was brought up without a father, my mother is in bed, and he is a high school graduate, what qualifications do I have to be worthy of him? And with my current identity...

How painful, it was all my father who caused this! I hate him. The seed of hatred is buried deep within my body. Sooner or later, I will find him and rely on my strength to make him nothing!