Guan City, Film and Television Base—InterContinental Holiday Hotel.
Inside the executive suite, the heavy curtains were drawn tight.
Under the dim yellow lighting, the atmosphere had frozen solid.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Slightly hurried footsteps echoed back and forth across the carpeted room. On the coffee table, the bouquet of Ecuadorian rainbow roses delivered at noon was blooming brilliantly, droplets clinging to the edges of its petals as a faint fragrance filled the air.
Beside the bouquet lay a gilded invitation card.
Bei Weiwei stopped pacing and stared at the invitation, her expression exceptionally ugly.
The past two days had been pure torment for her.
This time, she had finally experienced firsthand the chain reaction that came with refusing the "unspoken rules" of this industry.
Although Tang Zong Entertainment stood behind her, no one dared to make a direct move against her openly.
But Zhou Ran, whose pride had been wounded, had no intention of letting her off.
Her good friend Lin Ke Ke had officially lost her third female lead role, and the production team's excuse had sounded perfectly legitimate.
Of course, Lin Ke Ke could defend her rights through the contract and demand compensation and liquidated damages.
But how could she dare?
Doing that would essentially be digging her own grave. She could forget about surviving in this industry afterward.
As a female celebrity who had exploded into fame through a single drama and was full of ambition, Bei Weiwei had long understood that she could not rely on luck alone.
She had always been good at networking, working hard to cultivate connections while trying to train and support people she trusted, hoping to build her own little circle.
Besides Lin Ke Ke, she had also arranged for several actors she had decent relationships with to take minor supporting