Upon seeing Abbie call a young girl "boss," everyone in the room grew uneasy. The scene felt surreal; it was as if a lunatic had encountered a clueless child, and everyone else seemed detached from reality.

"Seriously? Do you really think that little girl can pull this off? She's not going to save your career!"

"Stop dreaming!"

The director stepped forward, warning, "Last chance. Apologize now, and I'll let everything slide. Otherwise…"

Before he could finish, Tiffany dismissively waved her hand. "Shut up! You sound like a fly buzzing around. Keep talking, and I'll kick you out myself!"

The entire film crew erupted in laughter.

"What? Did I hear you right? You're going to throw us out? Little girl, do you even own this studio? What a joke!"

"You think you can con us like you did Abbie? No way!"

Their banter escalated, and their behavior grew reckless. They littered, and one crew member kicked the old wooden door of the historic set, shattering it with a loud crack.

Tiffany remarked casually, "Nice job, pal. Destroying a piece of cultural heritage? I wonder how many years you'll get for that?"

With a snap of her fingers, she summoned Charlie, who was on patrol. Sensing something amiss, he and his team arrived swiftly, appearing almost as if summoned by Tiffany. Charlie, the head of security, wore an official ID badge, instantly making his identity clear to the reckless group. Their faces changed.

The situation was serious, and the director attempted to smooth things over with a bribe. Approaching with a friendly smile, he ingratiated himself, saying, "Mr. Kelley, it's all a misunderstanding…"

But before he could finish, Tiffany calmly interrupted, "Charlie, do what needs to be done. Don't let anyone off easy."

The director and crew were stunned by Tiffany's audacity. She addressed Charlie by his first name with a detached air and barked orders as if she were his superior. Clearly, Charlie would not be pleased.

To the director's surprise, instead of anger, Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "Rest assured. I won't let this slide!" His overly respectful tone astonished everyone, piquing their curiosity about Tiffany's identity.

Satisfied, Tiffany nodded and calmly left with Abbie. The arrogant crew faced the consequences: paying for the damaged door and facing criminal charges for damaging a historic site.

Even Abbie was stunned. Following Tiffany in a daze, she asked, "Boss, who are you? Why is Mr. Kelley being so polite to you?"

"Oh, you mean Charlie?" Tiffany replied. "That's my dad."

Abbie smirked, thinking, "This father-daughter duo really knows how to put on a show!" She asked again, "Did you want me to switch jobs because you own the company, or is it under Kelley Group?"

"Well…" Tiffany paused, then said seriously, "I'm actually planning to start an entertainment company…"

"So there is no company at all! Isn't that surprising…" Abbie thought incredulously, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. She felt she'd jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

Tiffany rubbed her nose and smiled innocently. "Don't worry, I always deliver on my promises."

She called Sean. After sharing her plan to start an entertainment company, Sean replied, "That sounds like a great idea. There's definitely a market for it."

Tiffany disregarded his opinion, casually investing a hundred million dollars and registering StarRise Entertainment. Abbie Hopkins, a former A-list star, was the first artist signed.

Watching Tiffany's whirlwind actions, Abbie felt completely bewildered. Even knowing Tiffany's father was Charlie Kelley, a powerful figure in Lovell City, the whole affair felt like a game to Tiffany. Abbie felt she’d merely traded one difficult situation for another. Disappointment washed over her; Tiffany might be playing, but the stakes were high for Abbie.

Tiffany smiled, offering no explanation. "Let's go grab a bite to eat. Consider it a welcome from your new boss."

They went to a trendy bistro. Abbie’s appetite waned; she felt lost and uncertain about her impulsive decision.

Afterward, Tiffany suggested shopping. "My team can't look less than fabulous; pick out whatever you like, and I'll cover it."

Abbie, amused, shopped with Tiffany well into the afternoon.

Back at her apartment, the doorbell rang. To her shock, her new agent was there, ready to sign her.

"Wait, I thought you said there wasn't a company yet?" Abbie exclaimed.

The agent grinned. "Well, there is now!"

Abbie's jaw dropped. Within a day, StarRise Entertainment was registered, and Abbie had a contract. Her old contract was terminated, penalty fees resolved—all with astonishing speed. She hadn't been tricked; she'd genuinely latched onto Tiffany's success.

Abbie signed the contract. The agent added, "Miss Kelley secured you an audition for Oliver Fraser's new film. Here's the script. Prepare well; if you nail it, you could be back on top!"

Abbie, remembering Tiffany's mention of an Oliver Fraser audition—something she’d dismissed as fantasy—felt a surge of excitement and gratitude.

"I'm in," she said firmly.