“Heh.” Clarice scoffed, “I expected Decker to have better taste than this.” Decker? Decker?! Could this mean that this Miss Houston was… Isabella suddenly recalled Isabel’s mention of there being a certain fiancee of Decker’s. So, this was the Miss Houston that hailed from Southboro? Isabella looked at Clarice evasively and explained vainly, “Miss Houston, you must have been mistaken. Nothing has ever happened between me and Mr. Rockwell. A lot of people claim that he has something going on with me, but that’s not the case at all.” "Oh? How so? Why would you say that’s not the case?” “It may seem like that on the surface, but he never had the slightest bit of interest in me all along. I swear to you that nothing has happened between me and him since we’ve known each other!” she said with an earnest look in her eyes. She was telling the truth. Decker had barely touched her despite her best attempts of getting into bed with him. The look in Clarice’s eyes shar
Isabel continued reading her script. About forty minutes later, Roland gave her a video call. She was all out sprawled on the bed when she answered. His handsome, dashing expression was the first thing that popped up on the screen. She immediately noticed the background and saw that he was still at the office. She asked promptly, "Are you still working?” “Yeah, I need to meet a business partner later.” "What kind of business partner?" "He's from Liberty. We just finalized our letter of intent for collaboration last month.” Isabel nodded, feigning understanding, and remarked casually, “In that case, I won’t take your time. Get back to it.” Roland frowned. "Okay, make sure you get some rest.” “Yeap.” Isabel gave him one last lingering look before hanging up. … Her schedule over the following days was very tightly packed with countless shootings. She worked non-stop from the minute shooting began the following day. She would work from dawn till du
She glared at him. “Cut the crap. Are you coming down or not? I’m leaving if you don’t want to come down.” She wanted to walk away but Decker immediately came down from the car. He walked up to her and asked, “Where are we going?” Isabel said, “There’s a coffee shop in the hotel’s lobby. Let’s go there.” Decker curled his lips. “Alright.” Isabel was wearing the costume from the set and was walking toward the hotel. Decker followed her with a smile on his face. Many other crew members spotted her and Decker and they all looked at them curiously. Some who were closer to Isabel went up to her and asked, “Isabel, why are you with Mr. Rockwell?” Isabel answered honestly, “He’s here to talk to me about something.” “I see…” The person went off after getting a satisfying answer. After others saw Isabel’s cold reaction to Decker’s eagerness, their curiosity faded. Only Angela continued following them in secret. Then, a black BMW with Westchester City’s number plate cam
Isabel frowned. She knew what the man wanted to say. Decker was not only trying to ruin Roland’s reputation, but he even believed she rose to fame because of Roland’s resources. She had seen shameless people before but none were as shameless as Decker. Isabel asked, “Decker, you’re a b*stard but you snatched the family assets of the true heir. How could you have the face and audacity to show off in front of me?” He probably thought snatching people’s things was a proud achievement. Decker was probably offended by the word ‘b*stard’, his gaze turned cold. “I’m the same as Roland’s father, we’re both our father’s children. My father loved me more because I’m more capable, that’s why he left the assets for me.” He added, “Isabel, I got the Rockwells fair and square.” “If I’m correct, most of the Rockwells’ businesses are under Roland’s grandmother’s name.” A quick pause later, Isabel looked at him and smiled. “Decker, you know better than anyone if you got the Rockwells fair
Isabel was rendered speechless. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She wanted to punch Decker in the face but before she could, Roland held her hand. She could feel his warmth on her through his touch. At the same time, he replied coldly to Decker, “I’m already here when you guys sat down. I didn’t misunderstand anything.” In other words, he heard everything, including the disgraceful words Decker spoke of him. Decker’s expression froze. Isabel could not hold back her chuckle. Decker’s expression turned bitter. “Then I guess I won’t be the third wheel here.” He got up and wanted to leave. “Hold on,” Roland called him. Decker paused and turned around to him. Roland looked at him calmly and said, “I know you’re Isabel’s ex-boyfriend but this isn’t the reason for you to disturb her. If you continue to disturb her, I will—” “What will you do?” As if he heard a ludicrous joke, Decker cackled. “What will you do to me?” Roland looked at him. “I’ll factory
Meanwhile, at Isabella’s place, after she received the video and text from Angela, she went through it frame by frame. Angela took the video from a low angle outside the coffee shop, hence it did not record the conversation. She went through the attached text and pondered. Then, she edited Roland out of the video, leaving only the scene with Isabel and Decker. Next, she sent the video to Clarice and added the text, “Ms. Houston, my friend took this video at Glanchester. Mr. Rockwell went there to see Isabel again.” Since her previous meeting with Clarice, she took her number just in case, and she was afraid that Clarice would not believe her having nothing to do with Decker. She also promised once she got anything on Decker and Isabel, she would text Clarice immediately. With the video sent, it would be able to prove that Decker liked Isabel. A while later, Clarice replied, “Where are they in Glanchester?” Isabella answered, “Near the set of Legend of the Goddess. I heard
Confused, Isabel looked at him. “Why aren’t you eating?” Roland looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, “I don’t want to eat this.” “Then what do you want to eat?” she asked. Roland pursed his lips. “You.” Isabel’s eyes widened. Before she could react, his handsome face moved closer to her face and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was so strong that it felt like he was chewing on her lips. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Even though he was walking into the room, his eyes never left her. Isabel, on the other hand, had not eaten enough. …Knock, knock. Knocks came from the door but Isabel was sleeping in Roland’s arms, drenched in sweat. The knocks woke her up and it irritated her. She bellowed, “Who is it?!” Clara said in a small voice, “Isabel, it’s me. The director told me to inform you that someone from Westchester is here to see you.” Isabel pursed her lips and regulated her temper. “Who is it?” “I don’t know, but the director looked serious
Rude? Isabel’s expression turned bitter. “Clarice, if you’re here to cause a scene, then please excuse me.” Isabel wanted to leave, but Clarice stopped her by bellowing, “Just you wait!” Isabel froze and looked at her as if she was looking at an idiot. She then continued to walk toward the door. “Isabel Ross, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?!” Isabel was irritated. She turned around to Clarice and asked, “Clarice Houston, you’ve got a problem! Not me!” Clarice’s gaze shifted and instantly looked disheartened. She had never met someone as rude and disrespectful as Isabel in her life. She stared at Isabel coldly and said, “Isabel, with one word, I can make you disappear from the entertainment industry.” Isabel said, “I don’t believe you. Say one word.” Clarice was rendered speechless. Even her elegant facial features could not hit the ugly expression on her face. She told herself that she could not lower herself to reason with a cheap woman like Isabel, hence calmi