Tawanna’s sudden warning jolted the makeup artist into realizing the danger.


    He had worked with Tawanna for years, but this was the first time he’d seen her so fierce.


    There was no doubt in his mind—Tawanna’s words carried weight. She was, after all, the most profitable singer in the world.


    Her music dominated tforms globally—licensed to apps, films, television, and physical records. Every day, tens of millions of people yed her songs, creating a steady stream of ie like countless fireflies lighting up the night.


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    This revenue, protected by copyrightws, was untouchable. Even if Tawanna faced global criticism in the future, as long as people listened to her music, the tforms would have to pay her.


    It was akin to J.K. Rowling—no matter how actors or critics attacked her, her name would forever be tied to her work. As long as people read <i>Harry Potter</i> or bought rted content, she would earn royalties.


    Tawanna could afford to retire at thirty and live the most luxurious life imaginable.


    For someone like him, a makeup artist whose livelihood depended on reputation, the stakes were different. His career relied on social standing and professional trust. Once tarnished, it was over. Unlike Tawanna, he had no copyright ie to fall back on—if no one hired him, he would be penniless.


    Fear gripped him. If Tawanna decided to ruin him, he wouldn’t stand a chance. In desperation, he adopted a servile tone, apologizing profusely.


    “Tawanna, I’m so sorry. I lost my head earlier. After all these years of working together, you know I’m an idealist. Please don’t hold it against me. Give me another chance, and I promise to serve you wholeheartedly. I’ll leave my opinions and ideologies behind…”


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    “Kevin,” she said coldly, “I’ve seen your true colors. You’re no idealist—you’re a self-serving opportunist. You’re harmless now because you’ve realized your tactics can’t harm me. From this moment, we’re done.


    “If you can keep your mouth shut and avoid spreading nonsense, you can tell everyone we ended our coboration amicably—or even that you were the one who walked away. But remember this: if you’re a rotten egg, then I’m a mountain of gold.


    “Our values couldn’t be further apart, and the difference in our strength is even greater. If a rotten egg tries to collide with a mountain of gold, the egg shatters, while the mountain remains unscathed. At worst, the gold might catch a slight stink—but that’s all.”


    With that, Tawanna turned to her agent, her voice icy.


    “Call Eddie. He’s flying to Tokyo tomorrow to be my makeup artist from now on.”


    Tawanna’s decision was final, leaving Kevin standing in stunned silence.


    The agent was taken aback by Tawanna’s boldness but quickly responded, “Okay, I’ll call him right away!”


    Kevin stood nearby, pale and visibly shaken. Fear, regret, and anxiety churned within him. He had never seen Tawanna so assertive, and hermanding presence left him utterly stunned.


    He realized he couldn’t afford to provoke her further. Retreating to the bathroom, Kevin decided to stay there until Tawanna left. His belongings were still in the dressing room, but the thought of facing her again made him abandon any ns of confrontation. Instead, he resolved to quietly pack his things once she was gone and leave Japan.