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Chapter 674 - 539 Murder Cases (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2

Chapter 674: 539 Murder Cases (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2

She pulled back the covers, lay down on the bed, and Kim Joohyun couldn’t help but revisit the night’s nightmarish experiences in her mind, yet gradually, for some reason, what ended up filling her thoughts was the Eastern man outside.

From time to time, she glanced towards the tightly closed door, feeling nervous, but also with an emotion she herself couldn’t describe.

She tossed and turned, her mind racing with uncontrollable thoughts, her pale face slowly turning into a delicate flush, and unknowingly, she drifted off to sleep.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Kim Joohyun was awakened by a series of knocks.

Despite the disturbing night she had, strangely enough, she did not have any nightmares.

"Breakfast is here."

A call from outside the door, unusually gentle in this context, reached her ears.

"Okay, I got it."

Kim Joohyun quickly responded and sat up.

Looking around.

It was obvious.

The other party had stayed in the living room all night.

Compared to those she’d encountered over the years, who outwardly presented themselves well but were filled with vile impurities...

Kim Joohyun let out a long breath and got out of bed to wash up.

"The clothes are there; you can change into them."

"Thank you."

Kim Joohyun picked up a set of brand-new women’s casual clothes from the sofa and returned to her room to take off her bathrobe.

"Miss Kim Joohyun, when does your contract with your company expire?"

At the breakfast table, Jiang Chen asked calmly as he ate.

"I think there are still three years left."

Kim Joohyun said cautiously, then quickly explained, "That’s the way it is here; each artist signs a long-term contract."

Jiang Chen had generally heard some about the entertainment companies in Korea from news snippets online, purely exploitative, treating their idols as tools to make money.

Starting from their training days, they would draw up contracts that were harsh and sometimes downright unreasonable.

Because of the huge power imbalance, the artists had no room to resist.

"Do you think your company would be willing to let you go?"

Jiang Chen stayed on topic without beating around the bush.

Kim Joohyun was silent for a while, but eventually shook her head honestly.

"Probably not."

If it was just a little-known artist, maybe it wouldn’t matter, but to the company, someone like her with successful works was like a mature cash tree; they wouldn’t easily give her up.

"In that case, the only way is to sue."

Jiang Chen spoke unhurriedly and to the point.

Kim Joohyun’s face immediately changed.

Although she was one of Korea’s top idols, she still saw herself as the weaker party, not daring to confront such a colossal entity.

To sue.

That meant burning bridges.

It took extraordinary courage.

Once she made that decision, regardless of the outcome, she would certainly offend the entire Korean entertainment industry and it would be impossible for her to survive there. There were many precedents.

"If your company is not willing to let you go, then there’s no other path for you, unless you’re willing to stay for another three years."

"No!"

Kim Joohyun blurted out.

She had already defied the company’s arrangements time and again, and if she continued to stay, she couldn’t bear to imagine how the company would deal with her.

"I’m willing to sue."

Between two evils, choose the lesser.

The hesitation in Kim Joohyun’s eyes quickly faded, replaced by a resolve as if she were bravely facing a sacrifice.

Jiang Chen could understand her state of mind.

The entertainment circle in Korea was different from that in China, and indeed the rest of the world.

To the lofty entertainment companies, the seemingly glamorous idols were almost equivalent to ants.

Kim Joohyun’s defiance indicated she had been pushed to a corner with no way out.

"Given your company’s treatment of you, if you sue, the chances of winning are high."

Jiang Chen reassured her.

Kim Joohyun smiled, although it appeared somewhat forced.

Logically speaking.

It was indeed the case.

Artists are not companions for drinking, let alone courtesans.

Kim Joohyun’s company’s approach not only broke through the bottom line of morality but was even trampling on the law,

but there’s also a saying.

Law is not devoid of compassion.

Although this is a saying from Shenzhou, the principle applies universally.

"Our company is very powerful in Korea."

Kim Joohyun stated succinctly.

She was not an inexperienced young girl naive to the evils of society.

If the law could always uphold justice, there wouldn’t be so many predecessors and peers forced into mental issues, or even driven to extremes.

"If you’ve really made up your mind, I can fight this lawsuit for you,"

Jiang Chen said calmly.

Kim Joohyun’s eyes lit up.

If it was just up to her own strength to contend with the company, it would be like throwing eggs against a rock.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you."

The gratitude Kim Joohyun felt was heartfelt.

After all, they had known each other for only a few days, yet she had already thanked him more times than she could count.

Especially last night.

When she was panic-stricken and unsure who to ask for help, she made a call out of desperation.

But who could have known that he would actually come, appearing like a godsend when she was close to despair, pulling her out of that hell.

That feeling.

It was like something out of a movie.

"Don’t rush to thank me, I’m a businessman, and I’m helping you also for the sake of my interests,"

Jiang Chen bluntly stated.

Far from being put off, Kim Joohyun laughed instead, her sudden smile brighter than the morning sun, her beauty surpassing that of flowers—this scene was the perfect illustration of that saying.

"Don’t worry, I will work hard."

She said playfully.

As their eyes met, Jiang Chen also gave a slight smile.

The two continued with their breakfast.

A lone man and a single woman, yet the atmosphere in the room was not flirtatious, but rather suffused with a serene and subtle splendor.

"If you don’t want to continue living in the accommodation provided by the company, you can stay in a hotel with me from now on,"

Without any hesitation, Kim Joohyun eagerly complied, "Okay."

Jiang Chen was never one to court trouble, but neither was he one to shun it.

Moreover, Kim Joohyun did have significant commercial value. Although his main purpose for coming to Goryeo was Lan Peizhi, signing this new generation top idol from Goryeo would be an unexpected boon.

Besides.

He might not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but he did acknowledge that karma existed.

Doing good within his means certainly wouldn’t do any harm, at least.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell suddenly rang.

In the early morning, it sounded urgent and discordant.

Kim Joohyun instinctively got up.

"I’ll go."

She was a public figure, not suited to exposing herself.

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks and stood up to answer the door.

When the door slid open, the people standing outside were neither Gao Zhengbi nor hotel staff, but a group of unfamiliar men.

They had stern faces, and although they wore plain clothes, they still emitted an aura different from ordinary people.

"Who are you looking for?"

Jiang Chen asked without changing his expression.

The man standing in the middle was about forty years old. He sized up Jiang Chen with a very powerful and sharp gaze.

Jiang Chen met his eyes without flinching.

"Are you Jiang Chen?"

"What’s the matter?"

"Criminal Investigation Department."

The man took out a badge from his pocket and flashed it in front of Jiang Chen.

"Were you at Wanxiang Senluo last night?"

Wanxiang Senluo.

That was the name of the high-end clubhouse.

Jiang Chen glanced at the men, remained silent for a moment, and did not deny it.

"I was."

"Then there’s no mistake,"

The man said coldly, "A murder happened at Wanxiang Senluo last night, and according to the surveillance footage, it’s related to you. Please come with us."

A murder?

Jiang Chen slightly furrowed his brows.

"Please."

The man put away his badge, his words somewhat courteous but his tone unmistakably firm.

The rest of the men also fixed their gazes on Jiang Chen, their eyes intense.

Jiang Chen did not resist, and it seemed he could not resist, as he peacefully walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The group silently encircled him, forming an intimidating escort as they headed towards the elevator.

In the room.

Kim Joohyun, having heard the conversation at the door, stared at the tightly shut door, her eyes trembling and her face pale.