Chapter 170

SilverPeak Entertainment dominated the industry. Where would their artists go if contracts were terminated?

The assistant trembled uncontrollably before drawing a sharp breath. "Isabella just tweeted... Miss Delacroix... You need to see this yourself..."

She feared delivering the news directly.

Seraphina immediately grabbed her phone and opened Twitter. There it was—Isabella's post stating: (SilverPeak and Fortune Entertainment allied to crush me. Hilarious! Thinking you can destroy me is pure foolishness. Within ten days, any artist signing with GoldenPhoenix keeps one hundred percent of their earnings and negotiates their own contract terms. First ninety-nine signers also receive a DovEgg diamond ring!)

Despite being shadow-banned online, Isabella's loyal fans made the post go viral. The comments section erupted instantly.

(Boss Montgomery reigns supreme! Teach them a lesson!)

(Even the lowest quality DovEgg costs hundreds of thousands. Ninety-nine rings? Absolutely insane!!)

(Boss Montgomery, are you hiring? I'll be your janitor. No need for a full ring—just some diamond dust!)

Isabella tweeted again minutes later. (Every retweet enters you to win a house in any city of your choice.)

The offer was too irresistible. Urban property values soared astronomically—five figures per square foot. A free house meant instant wealth!

Retweets multiplied exponentially. Isabella trended worldwide once more.

Seraphina's face darkened. Her blood boiled like molten lava. Was Isabella insane? Burning her fortune to wage war?

Genevieve panicked visibly. "Miss Delacroix? What's our move? Losing all our artists means certain doom!"

"State the obvious. Weren't you hired as the crisis expert? Handle this now!" Seraphina commanded icily.

Genevieve stood dumbfounded. What solution existed now?

Artists stormed into the office simultaneously. They chanted in unison: "We demand contract termination. Immediately!"

Under SilverPeak, artists earned only 40% revenue—minus agent and team commissions. A fifty-million project yielded merely fifteen million.

Signing with GoldenPhoenix meant full fifty-million earnings. Even after team salaries, profits dwarfed SilverPeak's offers.

Genevieve attempted damage control. "Recall your contract terms! Breach penalties reach one billion! Can you afford that?"

"Isabella covers all penalties upfront!" an artist snapped back.

The response silenced Genevieve completely. She glanced helplessly at Seraphina.

This crisis exceeded her experience. She had no answers.

"Stop staring at me!" Seraphina snapped. "I'm just an investor! Where's the chairman? He needs to handle this mess!"

"No need! We're leaving regardless! We brought the cash!"

Artists slammed contracts onto the desk repeatedly. "Sign now. Payment ready. You'll pocket billions instantly."

Seraphina seethed with rage. She couldn't believe this nightmare.

Isabella even funded their penalty payments! Seraphina needed an escape plan—immediately.