Nando Brandon had been in the industry for years, but today was the first time he ever felt this frustrated.
Being insulted back when he was a nobody was one thing.
After all, he wasn't famous nor did he have any fans then.
For the sake of survival, for his dreams, he couldn't fight back, couldn't talk back.
He was the epitome of a pushover.
But after he became well-known, he was treated like a star, the darling of the masses.
Hearing praises all the time, he couldn't stand even a slight grievance.
Now, he had been slapped hard twice and was being forced to pay up; just thinking about it made Nando Brandon seethe inside.
But there was nothing he could do, his opponent was too powerful.
"How much is the makeup fee?"
Though reluctant, he still had to pay the money.
"Forget it, don't want it."
Isaiah Kensington quickly waved her hands and said, "Mr. Brandon, we were wrong today, please don't take it to heart, I apologize to you here!"
