From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 320: Deeper Mess

Dayo was on his way out when another message came that Virex CEO was downstairs. Dayo was already on his way out of the corridor. He stopped, looked once at the staff member, then though for a bit and nodded.

"Bring him in."

The staff member hesitated. "Sir... are you sure?"

Dayo didn’t answer with drama. "Bring him."

They led him through the quieter route, not the loud hallway. Not the place where people could glance and start whispering. MD’s office floor was already tense these days, and Dayo wasn’t interested in adding another headline to it.

The door opened.

Kwon Seong-jin stepped in like he owned the air.

He was dressed clean, controlled, the kind of suit that didn’t wrinkle even when the man wearing it was burning inside. His eyes moved quickly, taking in the office, the layout, the stillness. Then they landed on Dayo.

For a second, something flashed in Kwon’s expression.

Surprise.

Dayo looked younger in real life than he did in pictures. Not boyish, not soft, just... too young to be able to play the game the way he did like this, too calm to be sitting at the center of a storm.

Dayo didn’t stand up to greet him. He didn’t disrespect him either. He simply kept the same neutral posture and pointed at the chair opposite him.

"Sit."

Kwon’s jaw tightened slightly, but he sat.

Silence settled between them, tight and deliberate. The kind of silence that made every breath sound like a decision.

Kwon finally spoke first, trying to sound measured.

"How did you do it?"

Dayo blinked once. "Do what?"

Kwon leaned forward a little. "How did you arrange all of that? The timing. The exposure. My assistant. The footage. That leak chain. How were you able to pull those things together?"

Dayo’s face didn’t change. "That doesn’t matter."

Kwon’s eyes narrowed. "It matters to me."

Dayo’s tone stayed flat. "If that’s what you came for, you can leave."

Kwon paused, irritation slipping through his control. "You’re enjoying this."

Dayo didn’t respond to that. He only looked at him like he was waiting for him to spill the real reason he came.

Kwon tried another angle, more direct, more entitled.

"You need to remove the lawsuit. Drop it. This has gone far enough."

That was the moment Dayo’s gaze sharpened, not angry, just clearer, like the room had finally turned into what it was meant to be.

"Who are you to tell me what I should do?"

Kwon’s lips pressed together. "You’re making an enemy of a company you cannot fight forever."

Dayo leaned back slightly. "I’m not fighting forever. I’m ending and ending you ."

Kwon’s breath came out heavy. He still didn’t understand the position he was in. Even after everything, he still carried himself like authority was automatic, like being older and richer meant truth would bend.

He spoke again, louder now, frustration building.

"You think you’re clean because you’re trending. You think because you have a movie that people like, you can do anything. But this industry has order."

Dayo didn’t argue. He didn’t interrupt. He simply let Kwon keep talking.

Kwon took the silence as permission.

"As a newcomer, you were supposed to respect your seniors. We gave you a list."

Dayo’s eyes stayed on him. "A list of what?"

Kwon’s voice rose without meaning to. "A list of people you were supposed to work with. Actors. Actresses. Connections. The kind of support you don’t get unless you know how this works."

His fingers flexed on the arm of the chair like he was restraining himself from slamming the table.

"And instead of you to follow it, you went behind our backs. You took Min-ji. You pulled her out of my agency. You pulled people into your project without permission, without structure."

Dayo’s face stayed calm, but his mind clicked.

So that was it.

Not morality.

Not justice.

Ego and control.

Kwon was breathing harder now, the words rushing out like he’d been holding them for too long.

"You’re telling me you did nothing to me?" Kwon snapped. "You undermined the structure. You embarrassed people who don’t get embarrassed. You made it look like we were powerless."

Dayo’s tone stayed even. "So you attacked me."

Kwon stared at him. "Attacked you?"

Dayo didn’t raise his voice. "You pushed that clip. You allowed that lie to live. You let it return every time something good happened to me. You don’t do that by accident."

Kwon’s eyes flashed. "You deserved to be checked."

That was the confession without him realizing it.

Dayo nodded once, like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted.

"So you’re admitting it."

Kwon’s chest rose. Fell. Then anger flooded him, because he realized too late he’d stepped into a trap he didn’t see.

"I’m not admitting anything," he barked.

Dayo tilted his head slightly. "You just said I deserved it. That means you did it."

Kwon shifted in the chair like he wanted to stand, like his body wanted to push forward the way his pride always did.

Dayo stood up calmly, not in a threatening way, just enough to change the balance of the room.

Kwon froze for half a second.

Dayo wasn’t bulky. He wasn’t trying to be intimidating.

But he was built, and there was something in the way he stood that said he had spent years in real pressure, after all, more than five years in the army was no joke.

Dayo’s voice remained soft, controlled.

"You came here to force an outcome."

Kwon swallowed, then tried to recover. "I came here because you’re acting like you’re untouchable."

Dayo didn’t flinch. "You came here because you think you can still command me."

Kwon’s face tightened. "Drop the lawsuit."

Dayo’s answer was instant. "No."

Kwon stood up sharply, chair scraping.

Dayo didn’t step back.

He looked him in the eye, calm, steady.

"In fact," Dayo continued, "I’m going to sue for more."

Kwon’s hand twitched like he wanted to point, to grab, to do something childish and physical out of pure rage. He stopped himself at the last second, because something about Dayo’s stillness made him remember where he was.

Dayo’s voice stayed level, but it carried weight.

"Sit back down, Kwon Seong-jin."

Kwon’s eyes widened slightly. Not because Dayo said his name, but because Dayo said it like he had the right to.

Kwon didn’t sit.

Dayo didn’t care.

He reached for the phone on his desk and pressed one button.

Two seconds later, the door opened.

Security stepped in, along with Dayo’s assistant.

Dayo didn’t look away from Kwon.

"Take him out of my office," Dayo said. "Quietly."

Kwon snapped his head toward them. "Do you know who I am?"

Dayo finally let a trace of emotion touch his voice, not anger, just cold certainty.

"Yes."

Then he added, still calm. "And I know what you did."

Kwon tried to speak again, but security moved in. Not violent. Not rough. Just firm, professional, unavoidable.

Kwon resisted with his shoulders at first, then stopped when he realized struggling would only make him look smaller.

They guided him toward the door.

Dayo’s assistant opened it.

As Kwon was taken out, his eyes burned back at Dayo like a promise.

Dayo didn’t respond.

He watched him leave, then he sat back down like nothing happened.

The office fell quiet again.

A minute later, Min-Jae walked in.

He took one look at Dayo’s face and knew something had happened.

"What was that?" Min-Jae asked, voice low.

Dayo exhaled calmly. "Kwon Seong-jin."

Min-Jae’s brows lifted. "The Virex CEO came here?"

Dayo nodded.

Min-Jae stepped closer. "For what?"

"To command or i don’t know what exactly he hoped for," Dayo said simply. "To force me to drop the lawsuit."

Min-Jae scoffed softly. "And?"

Dayo didn’t smile. "He talked."

Min-Jae paused. "He talked... how?"

Dayo reached to his desk and tapped his laptop. He opened a file.

Then he turned the screen slightly so Min-Jae could see.

Min-Jae’s eyes moved across it, and his expression shifted from curiosity to something sharper.

"You recorded it?"

Dayo’s voice stayed casual. "My office records."

Min-Jae stared at him. "He admitted the motive?"

"He didn’t say ’I ordered it’ like a cartoon villain," Dayo replied. "But he said enough. Min-ji. The list. The ’industry order.’ The part where he said I deserved to be checked. The part where he couldn’t stop himself from explaining why he was angry."

Min-Jae’s lips parted slowly. He looked up at Dayo like he was trying to understand where the limits of Dayo’s patience ended, and where the limits of his planning began.

"Bro," Min-Jae murmured, "this is it."

Dayo nodded once. "Yes."

Min-Jae’s tone turned serious. "We can’t waste time with this."

"We won’t," Dayo said. "Send it to PR. Send it to legal."

Min-Jae swallowed. "This is a nail."

Dayo corrected him quietly. "This is the coffin."

Min-Jae looked at the screen again, then back at Dayo.

"And you’re sure we don’t let this leak outside the office before we’re ready?"

Dayo’s eyes were calm, focused.

"We control the timing," he said. "Always."

Min-Jae nodded and pulled out his phone immediately.

Dayo didn’t stop him.

He only added one more instruction, firm, final.

"Tell the lawyers to calculate everything. Defamation. Business interference. Emotional damages. Industry sabotage. Add it all."

Min-Jae’s fingers moved fast. "Okay."

Dayo leaned back in his chair, the same calm expression, the same controlled breathing.

Kwon had come in thinking he could threaten his way out of the fire.

He left realizing the fire had already been recorded.

And now, the next move wasn’t noise.

It was a strike.