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Chapter 720 Are You Waiting for My Invitation?

Upon arriving at the Pearson Group, Daphne took the elevator straight to the floor where the president's office was

located.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she was intercepted by a man. It was Justin's assistant.

Daphne mentioned, "I want to see J—President Pearson…"

"If it's about what is happening online, you don't have to meet him."

Daphne looked at him and asked, "Why not? Also, I haven't done anything wrong or made any inappropriate

statements. Why was my account taken away?"

"It's a company-wide policy, not just targeted at you personally."

Daphne chuckled at that. "Have you changed the passwords of other artists' accounts as well?"

The man's expressionless face remained unchanged. "You should have seen the news this morning. It had a

significant impact on the Pearson Group. As an employee of the Pearson Group, you should bear some of the risks

for the company."

"Whether or not I bear those risks is my own business. You can't slander me online without my consent and take

away my account. You are even stopping me from responding to those rumors!"

"That is the company's decision. If there is something you are not satisfied with, you can terminate your contract

anytime."

Daphne was so infuriated that she could barely speak. Not wanting to waste any more time with him, she took a

step forward. "I want to see President Pearson!" she repeated firmly.

However, the man blocked her path once again. "Hasn't your manager taught you that you can't report to higher-

ups directly? If you have any concerns, you can tell your manager, and your manager will decide whether or not to

address the issue. They will then submit it to the department manager. After the manager's approval, it will be

passed on to the president's assistant. Only when the assistant approves will it be brought to President Pearson's

attention."

He glanced at Daphne and continued, "Issues like yours won't pass through the assistant's office. You better not

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waste your time here."

Daphne looked at him calmly. "My manager is President Pearson, so if you have a problem with me, you can go talk

to him."

The man was momentarily stunned. However, he quickly snapped out of it and furrowed his brow in anger. "Please

stop causing trouble here. The current president is—"

"Hunter." The warm voice of a man rang out from behind.

The one who was in Daphne's way turned around upon hearing that, his expression changed into one that was

completely different from before as he respectfully greeted, "President Pearson."

Justin nodded. "Go ahead and attend to other matters. I'll handle things here."

Hunter Sins hesitated, but he eventually left after glancing at Daphne.

Now that they were alone, Justin looked at Daphne and offered a gentle smile. "I apologize for his behavior. He has

a rather explosive temper. Please don't take it to heart."

Daphne pursed her lips lightly without responding.

Despite her silence, Justin turned his wheelchair around and urged, "Come with me."

Inside the president's office, Justin gestured for Daphne to take a seat before he pressed the intercom to have the

assistant bring in a cup of tea.

"So, what brings you here to see me?" he asked.

Justin maintained a light smile on his face. His expression was earnest as if he genuinely intended to listen to and

address her concerns.

In that instant, Daphne couldn't bring herself to vent the anger she had felt earlier. Then again, keeping it inside

was making her feel miserable.

She began slowly, "Theodore and I became a trending topic this afternoon. The video that circulated only showed a

few seconds, and now everyone thinks that we've gotten back together. There are also posts online analyzing that it

was deliberately released by the Pearson Group to divert the public's attention."

However, Justin seemed as surprised as if he was hearing about this for the first time. Sighing, he commented, "You

know that you can't believe everything you see online."

"The assistant outside just admitted it," Daphne added. "He said that as an employee of the Pearson Group, I should

bear some of the risks for the company."

Justin frowned slightly. "Did he really say that?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I will do what I can to help if the company is facing difficulties, but I can't accept this way of

going about it. They made a decision on my behalf without my knowledge and confiscated my account, preventing

me from responding while giving me whatever righteous reason they could come up with."

This time, Justin didn't seem as clueless as before. "They discussed the unified management of the artists' accounts

during their meeting this morning. I'm not quite familiar with this, so I just signed the document without much

thought. If you want your account back, I'll talk to them about it."

Daphne's hand which rested on her lap clenched involuntarily. If this was truly a company-wide decision and all the

other artists' accounts were under company management, wouldn't she be an exception if she reclaimed hers?

After a moment, she brought up, "I would like to discuss how we should respond to today's incident with you first,

President Pearson."

Justin looked rather apologetic. "I'm sorry. I really don't understand this matter well. I'll have the PR department

contact you."

"No need for the PR department. I want to clarify directly," Daphne replied.

"How do you plan on clarifying?"

"The video only shows a few seconds of the whole thing. If we can find the complete video, the rumors will debunk

themselves."

"But—" Justin started, to which Daphne interrupted, "This is my own affair, and I will find a way to handle it without

causing trouble for the company."

Justin nodded when she said that. "Please let the assistant's office know if you need any help. Just tell them that it's

what I want them to do."

"Alright." Daphne then added, "Regarding the account, I don't want it back entirely. The company can manage it,

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but I want the right to use it. I will confirm my Tweets in the future with the company before I post them."

Justin smiled and reassured her, "There's no need to be so strict about it. I'll tell them to give you the password

later."

Hearing that, Daphne stood up and slightly bowed to him. "Thank you, President Pearson. I'll take my leave now if

there's nothing else."

At that point, Justin called out to her. "By the way, you mentioned earlier that Aidan was responsible for your work,

right?"

"Yes."

"And as you can see, handling company matters has become difficult for me with how I am now. Since I probably

won't be able to offer you any assistance in your work, I'll arrange a new manager for you."

His words were polite and gentle, making it almost impossible to refuse.

"Alright. Thank you, President Pearson," Daphne replied before turning around and leaving the office.

As she passed by the assistants' office, she deliberately paused and glanced inside.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single familiar face in there.

Daphne then averted her gaze and entered the elevator. Suddenly, she felt as if the current Pearson Group had

become incredibly unfamiliar.

Just as she walked out of the Pearson Group, she received a call from Leanna.

"Where are you?" Leanna said in greeting.

Daphne turned around and looked at the building behind her. Although it was bathed in sunlight, it seemed colder

than when Aidan was still around.

"I was dealing with something. What's up?" she asked.

"Come to the studio now. I have something for you."

Daphne hesitated. "Can it wait until tomorrow? I have something to attend to right now…"

Before Leanna could respond, a cold male voice came from the other end of the line. "Are you waiting for my

invitation?"

Daphne ended up replying in a small voice, "I'm coming."