He Fired Me For The Other Woman I Ruined Him

I was the top agent in the entertainment industry.

On the day of the gala event, Evan's newly signed model, Jayne Jones, wore my limited edition jacket and demanded my dismissal, claiming that the style was outdated.

I assumed she didn't know who I was and asked her, "What makes you think you can?"

She hooked her arm around Evan's and lit a cigarette in the non-smoking banquet hall, saying, "Just because this company belongs to my boyfriend, Evan."

I nodded and called the richest man in Arland. The call was answered instantly.

"Mr. Wilson, I've been fired. I can't take on your ten-billion-dollar movie project," I said calmly.

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I was the top agent in the entertainment industry and one of the founders of Fidelia Entertainment.

The top-floor banquet hall of Fidelia Entertainment was dazzling, celebrating the huge success of the drama series that the company recently invested in.

As soon as I stepped into the gala event, I sensed something was off.

The people's evasive glances and hushed whispers felt like needles piercing through me.

I straightened my tailored suit jacket and walked calmly toward the head table.

My gaze fixed on the abrupt figure beside the main seat—Jayne.

She was the newcomer model Evan had recently signed, against much opposition.

At this moment, she was wrapped in a familiar designer jacket, one I had brought back from Palis last month and hadn't worn yet.

It didn't fit her well, yet she raised her chin like a queen surveying her court.

"Miss Campbell, you're finally here." Jayne's voice was soft but loud enough for several nearby tables to hear. "We were just discussing the company's image. Some outdated trends need a refresh, so they don't become an eyesore."

She waved the champagne glass, her eyes scanning me, "So they don't hold the company back or Evan."

As she spoke, she nestled closer to Evan, who was chatting with a producer and did not stop her from getting close to him.

I didn't pause, walking straight up to her, my gaze sweeping over the jacket she wore. "What makes you think you can wear my clothes and dictate whether I stay or go?"

Jayne's face stiffened, then she skillfully retrieved a cigarette case from Evan's suit pocket, pulling out a slim cigarette and placing it between her lips.

She lit the cigarette, the blue flame leaping, illuminating the defiance in her eyes.

She casually took a drag and exhaled a puff of smoke, tightening her grip on Evan's arm. "The company's my boyfriend's now. Is that reason enough, Miss Campbell?"

The room fell silent instantly.

"Boyfriend?" This word hurt me.

A wave of dizziness hit me, followed by a chilling cold that froze me from my feet to my heart.

But I didn't move.

I forced myself to keep calm.

I looked at her smug expression and sneered. "Jayne, when I registered the company and secured the first investment, you were still trying to catch the camera at some