Rong Dai looked at Carlos with a disdainful tone: "Mrs. Hoff, this is Paris, you have no right to refuse, no one has ever been able to refuse the Bertrand family."
Rong Dai shook her head with a light laugh: "China's Qing Dynasty has long since perished, and your country has also long since had no monarch."
"Whether we call them nobles or not, it's just a matter of being respectful."
"Even if you act brazenly, it's just to save face for you."
"Bameng Media has maliciously spread false information, severely damaging my reputation. Can't I defend my rights?"
"So-called nobles, yet they've lost even the most basic etiquette and courtesy. How can they still call themselves nobles?"
"Outwardly golden but inwardly rotten - everyone knows this. Mr. Bertrand, why do you need to put on such airs in front of me?"
Her words came quick and sharp, laced with disdain and mockery.
"If Mr. Bertrand had approached me politely today, I might have agreed."
"But alas, I'm the kind of person who doesn't yield to force."
"Your threats may work on others, but they have no effect on me."
She stood up, her beautiful face beaming with a smile, yet exuding an intangible chill and intimidation.
Carlos had to look up at her, unable to hold back his rebuke: "You're too arrogant! I never said you couldn't deal with Bameng Media, I just told you to leave Brocade Embroidery Workshop alone!"
Rong Dai gave John, standing behind Carlos, a meaningful look. It seemed the Bertrand family wasn't as harmonious as it seemed.
The old man must have mentioned something about Xin Ziqing, but John didn't say anything when he came to invite her.
"Leave them alone? Mr. Bertrand, have you not grasped the situation?"
"The video was leaked by Bameng Media, what does it have to do with Brocade Embroidery Workshop?"
Bameng Media must be connected to Xin Ziqing, but Xin Ziqing is too cautious, leaving no evidence behind.
So the only ones they could force to open their mouths were Bameng Media.
Originally, Bameng Media had someone backing them, fearless of heaven or earth, able to defy everything.
But now the situation is different, they've sued Bameng Media, and some nobles who were once victims are piling on.
Bameng Media is now a street rat.
A person only goes all out when they feel their own crisis.
Originally, if Xin Ziqing just stayed in the detention center, Bameng Media might not have immediately given her up.
But unfortunately, she sought help from the Bertrand family, and Bameng Media itself is not clean, having offended countless nobles.
Xin Ziqing's move, of course, angered them, and it was only a matter of time before they threw her under the bus.
Hearing her words, Carlos frowned, only realizing he had been toyed with when he saw the smile on Rong Dai's face.
"You're mocking me?" The old man began coughing heavily in his agitation.
Rong Dai shook her head: "It's you who didn't grasp the situation, but thank you Mr. Bertrand for this unexpected gain."
Carlos flushed purple with rage. What he hated most was dealing with these Oriental people!
Devious, cunning, as repulsive as rats in a sewer!
"So you mean you refuse to let this go? You insist on pursuing it to the end?"
Carlos' face darkened. If only she would relent here, he had ways of appeasing Bameng Media's side.
But he never expected this young woman to be so sharp-tongued! Provoking him from the very start!
"It's not a matter of me pursuing it now, but whether Bameng Media is willing to let it go."
"But I think it's too late for that."
She gave Carlos a meaningful smile, her gaze falling on the phone in Song Xuechun's hand.
On it was the latest news from Bameng Media.
