Without consulting us, during the live streaming, Marc suddenly pulled out a bag of noodles that was not in the live streaming category. He was about to drop the purchase link with gusto.
Thankfully, I was quick enough to notice and snatched it away just in time.
“What the hell is this? Who told you that you could add this random thing like this?”
When Stella saw we were going to have a blow, this time, she finally used her brain and immediately ended the live broadcast.
"I’m part of the owner now too. Do I need your permission to put in something?” Marc refuted. "This slot fee for this product is five times higher and gives more than fifty percent commission. The one who doesn't take this kind of money is stupid!"
"I’ve put up with your crap long enough, but selling some shady, unverified garbage product like this, I refuse!"
I was so furious that I threw the bag of noodles and stomped on it a few times.
The moment he saw I ruined his stuff, Marc raised his hand, ready to strike me.
Luckily, I had been ready for that. I nimbly dodged it and backhanded him with a slap in the face.
“Bitch, how dare you hit me?”
“Damn right, I did. A bitch like you deserves to be hit.”
"Marc, don't be so hasty!" Stella wrapped her hands around Marc tightly.
The other staff jumped in to stop him.
With a raised voice, I said, "We never sell fake or shoddy products in our live studio, I'll call the police if anyone dares to do so!”
“Don't, Marie! Marc didn't do it on purpose, I promise it won't happen again.”
“Stella!” I roared like a lion because I was so furious.
“If you can’t even tell right from wrong and you’re still defending him, then maybe it’s time we went our separate ways!”
Even though I did now want to walk away from the business I’d worked so hard to build, if they kept going like this, something bad was bound to occur sooner or later.
So, it was better to leave at the very beginning and keep the existing interests.
“Who are you trying to threaten? You think the business won’t survive without you?” Marc sneered. “Stella, don’t let her scare you. Let's part ways.”
Marc's cunning eyes glinted with a smile. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"Marie, please don’t be rash. Let’s talk things over.” Stella finally pulled out of her daze. Her eyes were red as she reached for my hand.
I pulled away.
“Why are you begging a person like that? I’m the one in your family, Stella. If she wants to leave, let her go,” Marc said.
He turned and looked at me with vicious eyes, then said, “This account belongs to Stella. She’s just been kind enough to let you work with her all these years. If we’re part ways, we need to calculate exactly how much you owe us.”
As I saw him pull out a calculator and start punching in numbers, I really wanted to laugh.
“If that’s how you want to play it, then we’ll settle this in court. Whatever the judge says I owe, I’ll pay.”
I smoothed back my hair and turned to leave.
“Stop right there! Who said you could just walk away?” Marc growled as he blocked the door impolitely.
