Isabella replied within seconds, “I know, she’s the most cunning and arrogant person I know, I’m surprised it took so long for you to get stung by her.” It seemed like she was no stranger to Isabel’s aggression. Teresa heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing that Isabella was not going to tell her off for her lack of progress. She followed up with another text, “Sorry Isabella, she saw through me, I don’t think it’s very likely I can get more information from her from now on. I did some research on the car her boyfriend drove here every time he came to visit her. The model barely costs a million dollars so I’d wager he’s respectably rich, but not to the point of being absurdly rich.” Isabella replied after several minutes, “Alright, I see.” Teresa tried her luck, “By the way, you mentioned you got some script for me recently. How are things progressing?” Even though she failed to uncover the identity of Isabel's boyfriend, she still managed to take some pictures and videos o
Isabel gave Carla a reassuring look before stepping onto the stage, clacking her high heels against the platform. Bright lights beat on her from every direction. There were many attendees to the show and a lot of them were very fond of her as they cheered and cried out her name. "Isabel, I love you~" "Isabel, you’re awesome!" "Isabel, you’re so beautiful!” "..." The cheers reached one crescendo after another, there was no limit to their excitement. Almost everyone in the venue was chanting her name. Even Isabel was shocked by the reception. She smiled and waved at her rabid supporters. Just as she made it halfway down the runway, the lower half of her dress suddenly fell off. The frantic cries transformed into horrified gasps, sucking the air out of the venue. Even the host on stage was dumbfounded by what he was seeing. Carla, who was waiting for Isabel backstage, was no exception and nearly shrieked. Everyone present at the fashion show, from the a
Isabella was glaring at her viciously. It was quite clear that she could not fathom nor accept how Isabel managed to play it off with such confidence and coolness. Upon noticing Isabel's gaze on her, she immediately turned away from her sight. Isabel jerked her lips into a sharp grimace. “Isabel, Amanda is calling, do you want to answer the call right now?” Carla asked while handing a phone to her. Isabel continued staring at Isabella who was filing toward the stage and told Carla, “Not yet.” Carla carefully put away the phone while staring perplexedly at Isabel. Triss and Ramona were casting the same strange looks at her as well. Some of the other models who were waiting for their turn to go onstage as well as the ones who have already come off the stage were visibly confused to see Isabel still there as well. They were wondering why she was not changing out of her torn dress yet. Isabel continued holding the hem of her dress in hand and stared intently at Isab
Not a single person uttered a sound, save for Isabella who was groaning and gasping from the pain with her hands clutching her stomach region. Then, she gritted her teeth through the pain to look up at Isabel. She had nothing but hate in her eyes, and it was evident that she was going to tear Isabel apart. She shouted in a shrill voice, "Isabel, just wait! I will not let you get away with this. I will ruin your career and get you kicked out of the entertainment industry!” Isabel smiled sarcastically. “And how do you plan to get me kicked out of the entertainment industry? Using your cheap and dirty tricks?" Isabella flinched upon hearing this. Hate gleamed in her eyes again as she hissed through clenched teeth, "I have pictures and videos of you with your boyfriend!" Isabel was briefly taken aback but kept her wits about her. “And how is releasing footage of my love life supposed to ruin my reputation?" Isabella frowned, her gaze turning sinister. “What do you think w
By the time Isabel returned to the changing room, both Amanda and the spokesperson for the fashion house of the dress she wore had texted her. Amanda bombarded her with several voice messages. Most of them were of her screaming Isabel’s ears off. Isabel could feel her seething fury even across the screen. Meanwhile, the spokesperson of the fashion house was frantically explaining that the issue was the dress could not have possibly stemmed from them and that they would conduct a thorough investigation to find out what went wrong. Naturally, Isabel did not need their explanation to realize that they were not the ones responsible for what happened. It was the handiwork of Isabella. However, she would need proof that Isabella was the one who had done it. She decided to entrust the matter to them. She sent a reassuring reply, “I believe you guys.” Then, she went to social media to see what the people thought about what happened. Carla noticed and gently advised, “Isabe
Isabel frowned. Since Carla was right next to her, she immediately noticed Isabel’s deflated mood. She tried to say something to ease Isabel’s mood, “Isabel, they don't know the truth. They’re just parroting what everyone is saying. Don’t let this affect you.” "Yeah," Isabel muttered weakly and put her phone away. She rose and walked out. Carla followed closely beside her. Just as they were about to walk to the parking lot, they bumped into Isabella who was approaching from the opposite direction. She had changed into a new set of clothes as well. This time, she walked with her chin raised and with an unusual air of arrogance and self-satisfaction. "Isabel, let me clarify that I didn't post those pictures of you and your boyfriend." Isabel swiped a glance at her but could not be bothered to engage with her. Isabella chased after her and continued to antagonize her, "Isabel, you’d better give me a sincere apology, or else I’m going to end your career!’” Isabel su
Isabel was not sure how someone who was not even a part of the industry was supposed to help her, but she felt reassured nonetheless. Something stirred inside her, and just like that, her restless mood was gone. However, she still wanted Roland to pamper and console her more. She put on her best tearful expression and whimpered sadly, "But I still feel terrible." Roland gently rubbed the back of her head and suggested, “Let me take you home. We can eat something nice.” It was like he was coaxing a child. Isabel had to suppress a laugh, and she gladly accepted the offer. She lay in the sweet warmth of his embrace throughout the entire drive. Soon, the car was nearing his apartment complex. She suddenly had a bright idea and closed her eyes. Roland looked down at her and noticed that she had fallen asleep. Carla, who was seated in the passenger seat, turned around and noticed the asleep Isabel as well. She called out softly, “Isabel?” "Don't wake her," Roland w
Just as Roland was about to feed her another spoonful of soup, she suddenly pursed her lips and refused to open them again. He asked perplexedly, “What’s wrong?” “I want you to feed me,” she said quite frankly with a vulnerable look in her eyes. Roland frowned, feeling rather confused. Although he did not vocalize it, his thought was clearly written on his face: “Am I not feeding you already?” Isabel made a face. "I want you to feed me directly using your mouth.” He suddenly grew silent. Although he did not speak, his reddening ears gave him away. Isabel continued to nudge him on, “If you don’t want to, then forget about it.” She hung her head low. Roland pursed his lips as well. He promptly moved the bowl of soup in front of him and took a sip, then he cupped Isabel’s face in his hands. Her eyes glittered as he planted his lips onto hers. She parted a small crack in her lips and felt the warm soup slowly guzzling into her mouth. As if that was not e