The next morning.
In the meeting room of Swoosh Entertainment's office building.
The CEO, Wendy, happened to be in a meeting with several company executives and key artists.
Suddenly, a series of screaming came from outside the meeting room door.
Wendy was furious. "Who's causing such a ruckus outside? Didn't I say no one was to interrupt my meeting?”
Just as her words fell, a loud boom rang out.
The door to the meeting room slammed open, sending a security guard flying in and heavily crashing onto the ground. The man coughed a mouthful of blood and instantly passed out.
Wendy and the others were horrified.
Fabian and his four unusual-looking subordinates walked in at this moment.
"Sorry to bother you," he remarked with a subtle smile.
Wendy became even more fearful and angry as she gazed at the unconscious security guard. "Who are you people?"
Fabian casually walked in with his hands behind his back.
Instead of answering Wendy's question, he scanned the entire room.
His eyes lit up as he noticed quite a number of beautiful women inside this tiny meeting room.
Having to remain by Quince's side on a regular basis, Fabian hardly had an opportunity to let loose.
Now that the old man had assigned him to take care of some matters, he felt like a bird that could finally fly. He was determined to enjoy this temporary freedom to his heart's content.
Wendy wasn't the only attractive woman in this room. There were a few female artists
who looked incredibly stunning with their gorgeous faces and slender legs.
With a lewd smile, he walked over to the conference desk and glanced at a male artist, Jellal Kirk. "You. Bring me a chair,” he ordered.
Jellal was a young man. Seeing Fabian and his men barge into their office building, injure their security guard, and behave like a bunch of hooligans was far from acceptable.
Being ordered to bring a chair over was the last straw.
Jellal suddenly stood up and poked Fabian in the chest with a finger. "Who the hell are you? How dare you come over and cause a scene? Should I call the cops and get you arrested?" he asked coldly.
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