Liz was just as perturbed by the sudden appearance of the man. She recalled the same man being affectionate with Isabella only moments ago. This man seemed like the one she thought to be Isabella’s benefactor and was rumored to be the future successor of the Rockwells in Southboro. Why was he approaching Isabel? In such an affectionate manner, no less! Liz looked at Isabel. Isabel snapped at him crossly, "None of your business!" Liz was stupefied. Decker's handsome expression darkened immediately. Isabel was not afraid of him at all. She turned to the two bodyguards following behind her who were only employed this morning. They dutifully stepped forward and came in between Decker and Isabel. Isabel warned him icily, "Decker, if you try to harass me again, I will have them beat the life out of you.” With that, she tugged at Liz’s hand and took her to the car. The two bodyguards glared at Decker menacingly and approached the car as well. Decker stood moti
Her eyes sparkled, and she told the driver to stop immediately. Ben the driver promptly stopped the car. The two bodyguards hastily got out of the car as well to follow Isabel. Upon getting out of the car, Isabel tiptoed like a thief and wanted to sneak up on Roland. She was going to spook him. When she was within arms reach, she drew her hand forward and wanted to tap him on the shoulder. She barely managed to graze the fabric of his shirt when he turned around in one swift motion and seized her wrist. In one practiced gesture, he somehow managed to grab her other wrist and lock her hands behind her back, effortlessly subduing her. Not only did she fail to spook him, but she got caught like a thief as well. She groaned in pain and yelped, "Roland, it's me." Roland's murderous gaze instantly softened, and he quickly let go of her. His expression was suddenly wrought with guilt and concern. He inspected her wrist and asked, “Are you okay?" Isabel glared at him
Isabel arrived with several actors and the director. Just as she was about to greet the producers, she noticed Decker standing with them. He was wearing an expensive suit and smiled handsomely at everyone. All of the female staff of the hotel and the film crew could not take their eyes off of him. Even some of the actresses were immediately obsessed with him as well. Isabel frowned. What was this scum of a man doing here? Meanwhile, the director and the actor who played the male lead went to greet the producer. The producer promptly gestured at Decker who was standing with him and introduced him to everyone, "This here is Mr. Decker. He is the biggest investor of the show.” The director and the male lead instinctively darted a glance at Isabel before wiping away the look and greeting Decker politely. It was public knowledge that Isabella had, at one point, tried to steal the female lead role of the “Legend of the Goddess” from Isabel. Additionally, rumors of Isabel
Malone gave a brief speech to commence the dinner party. Everyone present at the large venue held a glass of wine in their hand and gave a toast to celebrate the occasion. Things were very rowdy at Isabel's table. First, the director and Malone the producer toasted Decker one after the other. Then, it was the actor’s turn to start toasting him. Decker, the director, and the producer were the central focus of the table. Members from other tables started to crowd toward their table and give them a toast as well. Isabel herself had several crew members and fellow actors come up to her as well. Everyone exchanged toasts for a while. After that, they began eating. In the middle of her meal, Isabel felt the director brush her arm under the table. She looked at the director with a puzzled expression. The director coughed to signal something, and even Malone who was seated across from Isabel winked at her. They were hinting for her to give Decker a toast. Isabel promp
Her expression tightened abruptly. "Decker?" She turned around and glared at him. "This is the women's washroom. What are you doing here?" Decker stood near the foot of the door with a wicked smile. "I came to find you." As Isabel frowned, her gut feeling was telling her something was wrong. She asked icily, "Did you spike my wine?” "As expected of my favorite Isabel, you’re as smart as I thought.” With that, he took a step towards her. Isabel immediately cried out, "Stop! Don’t you dare come here!” Decker smiled wickedly and continued pressing on toward her. He was tall and imposing. Isabel had witnessed firsthand how strong he was that other night outside her house when he had pinned her to the wall. There was no way she could fight him off. Her two bodyguards were outside the hotel, and they were not going to be there to help her any time soon. The effect of whatever Decker spiked her drink with was making her lose control of her body and her senses. Sh
“What are you doing here?” Decker asked with his face wrought in apprehension. Roland stepped out of the elevator and ignored his question. He looked at Isabel who was in his arms and said in a deliberate, harsh voice, "Put her down." Decker narrowed his eyes. "She’s my woman. What goes on between us has nothing to do with you. I advise you to mind your own business and get out of here." He hugged Isabel tightly like she was a prized treasure. Isabel continued to stretch her hands out desperately at Roland. She could feel every cell in her body burning, but the only thought that occupied her mind was to cry out for Roland’s help. She asserted firmly, "Roland, nothing is going on between me and him! He’s my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him a long time ago!” Roland's expression tightened as he looked at Decker coldly and repeated, "Put her down!" Decker lowered his voice to a dangerous growl, "Roland, you have no right to order me around. Get out of the way." Roland
She would inevitably be recognized at the hospital. If that happened, news of her drink being spiked and her having to go to the hospital would spread online like wildfire by the next morning. Roland pinned her down so she would stop wriggling around, then he turned to his assistant and ordered urgently, "Go to my house, now!” The assistant promptly got into the driver's seat and took off. They were not far from his place, so it only took a ten-minute drive before they arrived. But to Isabel, it felt like ten years of torment. Roland kept her pinned down to the backseat, so all she could do was sit idly like a puppet. She could not even inch closer toward him. Fortunately, her hands were not bound. And move them she did. She kept fondling Roland and felt around his waist constantly. Roland continued holding her down. He frowned tightly and seemed to have trouble containing himself. He was stoic and quiet. Isabel could not make out his expression inside the dark
Isabel told herself that she was going to do it with Roland tonight regardless of whether he was reluctant out of principle or out of sheer unwillingness. To her surprise, before she could apply the seduction techniques she had learned online to practice, the man vigorously turned around and faced her. She barely had a glimpse of the look in his eyes before he palmed her face in his hands and drew in abruptly. His face instantly enlarged in her lens just before their lips locked tightly. He did not seem to be a very adept kisser. He moved around back and forth a few times around her lips before he managed to slip through her teeth and enter her tongue. She felt his palm seething with heat pressing against the small of her back, and with a quick toss, her feet were thrown into the air. He hugged her and kissed her hungrily, then he flung her onto the bed. At some point amidst their passion, Isabel seemed to hear him growl, "Isabel, you were the one who started this.