He then turned around and walked away.

Devonte's assistant knew exactly what Devonte meant. The directive wasn't about tidying the lounge but about addressing the issue of misconduct among the staff. He addressed the group with composure, saying, “Please proceed to the finance department to finalize your salary payments and then leave."

Those gossips, feeling the sting of misfortune, didn't dare voice any objections. They were well aware that any protest could lead to being escorted out by company security.

Their frustration was silently directed at the main instigators of the gossip. Without those fanning words, they would not be facing unemployment.

Despite Arthen Entertainment's offering a generous severance package, complete with additional compensation, the ousted employees knew the stigma attached to their dismissal would likely prevent future employment within the industry. This payout wasn't just severance. It was effectively their farewell to the industry.

Raegan remained oblivious to all these.

Heading to the restroom and exiting shortly after, Raegan inadvertently collided with a cleaning staff member in a rush, whose coffee had spilled all over her attire.

Raegan inspected her stained clothes, her expression turning to one of concern. With the event approaching, she knew she ought to maintain a professional appearance. Stained clothing was unacceptable.

The cleaning staff, visibly shaken and on the verge of tears, received a non-confrontational signal from Raegan to move on, avoiding further conflict.

Raegan then made her way back to the wardrobe for a change of outfit.

The cleaning staff, seemingly bent over her task, sneakily watched as Raegan passed by.

As Raegan entered the dressing room, the cleaning staff raised her gaze, her eyes gleaming with malice, fixating on the door Raegan disappeared through.

Later, the cleaning staff cast a furtive glance around, slipping in quickly when no one was paying attention.

It was a shared dressing room with eight separate dressing booths.

The main door was typically left ajar, relying on individuals to lock their own booths.

Now, with no one else in the other booths, Raegan was the only one inside the whole dressing room.

Suddenly, a distinctive click echoed. It was sound of the main door being locked.

“Who's there?" Raegan's perplexed voice came from her booth.

The cleaning staff, who was hunched over, erupted into unsettling laughter. Then, she abruptly straightened up, yanking down her mask to unveil a chilling face.

It was none other than Lauren, who had been missing for a long time.