Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: Cannot Explain to Them

Rong Yan remained impassive. “Once I’ve sorted this out, I’ll explain everything to you. Right now, I can’t say.”

Estelle stared at her, their eyes locked in a standoff that seemed to freeze the air. The other people in the office sensed a fight brewing and dared not say a word.

Finally, Estelle couldn’t hold back any longer. Turning away angrily, she said, “Suit yourself!”

As she walked to her desk, she continued, “As your agent, I’ve said all I could. If you won’t listen and insist on going your own way, there’s nothing I can do. It’s your career. If you don’t cherish it, no one can make you. Think it over carefully!”

Seeing Estelle’s anger, Rong Yan felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest; it was suffocating. But with so many people present, she could not explain, nor was it the place to do so. She could only follow her and thick-facedly try to appease her, “Estelle, are you angry?”

Estelle wouldn’t even look at her straight on. She turned on her computer with a stern face, showing no emotion, “Angry? Why would I be angry? You’ve made your decision, haven’t you? Would my anger change anything?”

Rong Yan was at a loss for words and, despite feeling helpless and upset, honestly replied, “No.”

At first, Estelle was just a little angry, but hearing Rong Yan’s response, her irritation grew from mild to intense. She gripped her pen tightly, her face still taut, devoid of any expression. “Then, I have nothing to be angry about. I’m not angry.”

After speaking with Rong Yan, Estelle turned professionally towards the well-dressed man and said, “Mr. Nick, Director, let’s scrap the previous plan and discuss a new one.”

“Wen, go make some coffee.”

She addressed the tall, mixed-race man, “You still want a mocha with ice?”

Nick glanced at Rong Yan’s defeated and frustrated face, then looked away. With his long, well-defined fingers–which looked like an artist’s sculpture–making slight adjustments to his suit cuff, he ‘hmmed’ softly and strode over to his own seat.

“Wen, Mr. Nick would like an iced mocha,” Estelle instructed the assistant according to his preference.

The assistant snuck a confused glance at Rong Yan and then obediently left to fulfill the request.

KT’s director seemed to have something to say, but considering the individual backing Rong Yan, swallowed his words, sighed, and returned to his seat.

Once everyone was seated, Estelle didn’t waste a minute and dived into the heart of the matter. “The strategy we discussed this morning was to reverse the negative public opinion, which is now irrelevant. Since we need to keep a low profile for the next half a month, let’s discuss whether we start by manipulating online opinion through outsourced media forces, gradually shifting the narrative, or whether the company should issue a statement, presenting a positive stance to silence the gossiping netizens…”

The several people in the office shared their opinions, leaving Rong Yan excluded from their circles. Fortunately, although Estelle was angry, she hadn’t reached the point where she didn’t even want to address Rong Yan. Even at the height of her agitation, she fulfilled her duties, communicated with Nick and the others to find the most effective strategy, per Rong Yan’s request, and coordinated with the company and PR firms.

Watching Estelle work tirelessly, Rong Yan was filled with increasing guilt. This guilt clogged her throat, and several times she wanted to speak to her comrade-in-arms, but what couldn’t be said, simply couldn’t be said.