The night before their wedding, her fiancé ran off with his mistress.
Out of frustration, she grabbed the man standing in front of the Civil Affairs Office,
"President Kim, your bride has not arrived and my groom has run away...May I suggest we get...
The SM 'Brothel' incident had become excessively viral. Even though Y/N had stepped in at a reasonable time to give a response and make PR efforts, she couldn't get the other people involved to cooperate. So, within the complex entertainment industry, her statement quickly got lost and forgotten.
Not long after, SM Entertainment released a simple apology letter. However, the letter was useless; not only did it not recover the company's image, it even made the incident drag on for longer.
As for the shows that Y/N was currently negotiating, the clients decided to replace her with other models. As well as that, all the endorsement events she had already agreed upon suddenly lost contact.
"Y/N? Aiya! Sorry, but we don't dare to use you, we've already replaced you."
"Y/N, I don't think your image suits us. Sorry, but we will have to replace you."
"Since you're not afraid of climbing into other's beds, why would you be afraid of losing an advertisement?"
These few clients were considered polite, there were a few that cursed straightforwardly.
Rose put down her phone and looked helplessly at Y/N. Y/N gently pat her on the shoulder, "It's OK, just don't let Taehyung know about this."
"Do you think Big Boss doesn't already know?" Rose sighed. She understood this industry was all about fame and fortune and the reality was too frightening. "I'll continue to call, as long as there is still hope," after speaking, Rose phoned the next number. Surprisingly, they agreed to meet Y/N in person to discuss.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
However, when Y/N turned up, they asked for her to be a nude model.
"You are being too offensive..."
"You've already done worse...what's the point of keeping your dignity," the man looked at Y/N sleazily. Between his thin eyelids was a look of disregard and mockery.
Y/N did not speak. She simply took one look at the man's name card and imprinted the name in her mind. The man felt slightly threatened by Y/N's icy cold gaze as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
