His Genius Wife Is A Superstar-Chapter 58 - Rather Die Than Apologize

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Chapter 58 - Rather Die Than Apologize


Chapter 58: Rather Die Than Apologize


While Iris Long was having a blast working that day, her self-proclaimed mortal enemies were livid at her, cursing her with all their might.


Alarm Girls' company-issued apartment.


A heavy ceramic vase crashed loudly against the wall, breaking into several sharp pieces before falling to the floor. A lampshade and a bunch of ripped entertainment magazines promptly followed it, forming a mangled mess of broken things.


The living room was in total disarray. It looked like a savage beast went wild and tore the entire place upside down.


Furious shrieks and roars from the apartment frightened away the birds in the area and alarmed passersby, making them think that a bad case of domestic violence was occurring.


Some of them wanted to report it to the police, but their companions stopped them, saying that it was none of their business and it was better not to interfere with other households' private matters. Others with more creative imaginations, upon hearing the female shrieks, had images of depraved rituals running through their minds with lots of ropes, leathers, and whips.


There were still a few responsible and concerned citizens, however, who still called the police to check what was happening.


Inside the chaotic apartment, three girls looked like crazed, bloodthirsty hyenas.


"There is absolutely no way that we're going to apologize to that sl*t!" Wanwan threw the TV remote next. Fortunately, it was in a rubber cover. Otherwise, it would share the same fate as the poor broken things on the floor.


She turned red in anger, her chest heaving, as she picked up whatever stuff near her and threw them forcefully against the wall and the floor. She screamed and shrieked like an evil demon about to slaughter humanity.


Mimi: "Yeah! Leader's right! Who wants to apologize to that sl*t?!"


Feifei crossed her arms across her chest, her hands closed into tight fists until her fingers dug painfully onto her palms. She felt so furious that she was trembling.


Their manager avoided the broken debris on the floor, waving a letter in the air and showing it to the three girls. "You have no choice. The company issued you an order. Either you give an official apology to Iris Long or you'll find your resources taken away."


His words made the three girls even more enraged.


Wanwan: "What kind of manager are you?! You didn't even say anything in our defence?!"


Mimi: "Yeah! What kind of manager are you?! Useless!"


Feifei: "You just let everyone bully us!"


'Who's bullying who?' The manager grumbled to himself.


He took deep breaths, trying to contain his anger. The Alarm Girls were his biggest source of income after all. He just had to endure until he finds a better money tree than these three b*tches. It was just his bad luck that he was assigned to manage such unreasonable b*tches like them.


He didn't feel like a manager at all. More like their servant and a punching bag with no human rights. He frequently had thoughts of quitting but as someone with little guts, he tended to endure slights to his person rather than to stand up for himself.


The girls weren't like this before. They were hardworking and sincere. Their innocent eyes lit up with dreams of success. It was only when they started competing against Iris Long that their personalities began warping into such ugly she-devils. As a result, he also blamed Iris Long a little for his misfortune. He knew that he was being unreasonable for feeling this way, but he just couldn't help it. After all, he was the one who had to suffer the three b*tches' abuse on a daily basis.


Gritting his teeth, he forced the anger down. He hated these three b*tches, but he also hated himself for putting up with them. However, he couldn't give them up.


Losing them was akin to losing money. Of course the Alarm Girls couldn't compare to the big stars, but they enjoyed decent popularity and were in a much better position than complete newbies. He would hold on to these three b*tches and their skinny thighs, until luck gives him a better and bigger thigh to hug someday.


"This is not the time to be stubborn. The company is serious this time. Both Bright Summit and 'MusicFest Tonight' lodged complaints to the company," he explained. "If you still refuse to apologize, don't expect to be invited to the show again. It's just a simple apology. Just give it and be done with it."


Wanwan: "Shut up! What simple apology?! Over my dead body! I will never give that b*tch the satisfaction of seeing us apologize to her!"


Mimi: "Yeah! I'd rather die than apologize to someone like her!"


Feifei: "Hmph!"


The manager sighed. He knew that reasoning with the girls was pointless, but he had to go through the motions so the company couldn't fault him for not doing a proper job. He already warned and explained the consequences to them. He already did his job and was satisfied with himself.


He walked over and placed the letter on the low table in front of the couch. "Think about the consequences of going against the company orders. I hope that you'll be more clearheaded tomorrow. I'll take my leave now."


"Aaaaaah!" Wanwan screamed when the manager closed the door behind him, leaving the three alone in the messy living room. She grabbed the letter and tore it angrily into many pieces. "Iris Long, you b*tch! This is all your fault!"


Sounds of crashing and shrieking echoed once again inside the apartment.


Later, the police knocked on the door. The three girls gave them the ridiculous excuse of doing a late spring cleaning while practicing their vocal skills.


The officer was doubtful, but since no one was hurt, he could only warn them before leaving while shaking his head.


"That was scary," Mimi said after the police left.


"Who called the police?" Feifei asked.


"We're getting into all kinds of trouble because of that Iris! This is all her fault!" Wanwan, of course, blamed everything on their mortal enemy, regardless of whether it made sense or not.