"Ladies, after watching these videos, do you have anything to say?"
In the multifunctional conference room on the third floor of Beauty Company, Fang Bai's clear voice rang in everyone's ears after a series of videos had finished playing.
With Fang Bai's words, the gazes of nearly a thousand people in the conference room also shifted toward those dozen or so "victims."
Not long ago, these "victims" had been performing dramatically and accusing Beauty Company of various wrongs with all their might. Yet now, like deflated balloons, they slumped in their seats, heads drooping, silent, a sight so ridiculous it was laughable.
"No one's speaking... Heh, it seems you have no objections to the authenticity of the videos that were just played. Well then, let's settle another score now!"
Fang Bai's gaze swept over the "victims," his smile gradually fading, replaced by a cold, merciless expression.
