Cristelle was about to throw up. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she pulled out a file from her purse, “I’m ending the contract with the studio. No one told me you were the real boss until yesterday. Could you sign this, so we don’t have anything to do with each other anymore?”

The studio?!

Pamela suddenly remembered. Right... If Diego signed this, he wouldn’t need to see this whore anymore.

“Diego, just sign it,” Pamela urged.

Diego took the contract and took a look, signing the contract as he clenched his teeth.

From now on, they really didn’t have anything to do with each other.

Cristelle didn’t even...