“What’s going on then?” Amanda could not make sense of it. Isabel asked warily, “Something wrong?" “Several contracts got called off out of nowhere. Even the brand endorsements I've managed to land for you got pulled last minute. Some of the roles on other shows I manage to land for you got recast as well.” Isabel frowned. "Did they give you an explanation?” “They only told me they found a better fit for the role.” Amanda asked again, “Are you sure you haven’t upset anyone lately?” "No." Decker was the only one who came to mind, but she doubted he had enough degree of influence in the entertainment industry to terminate all of her ongoing contracts. Amanda stated briskly, “Never mind, focus on the shooting. I’ll dig up more information.” “Sure.” Isabel hung up but was still feeling restless. Who was targeting her this time? She racked her brains and thought long and hard but could not figure it out. Just as she was considering enlisting someone to he
Carla did not know how to respond. After a brief hesitation, she asked cautiously, “You look like you’re in a bad mood. Did he say something that upset you?” Isabel’s expression softened a little, and she assured Clara, “It's fine. I'm going to get some rest, and you should catch up on some rest too.” Carla knew her better than to probe Isabel and promptly let her be. Isabel returned to her room after that. Her phone rang the moment she stepped into the room. It was Roland calling her. She eagerly answered the phone, “Hey, why the sudden call? Did anything happen?” "I sent you several texts just now, but you haven’t replied.” After a pause, he asked, "Where did you go just now?" Isabel told him with a sigh, "I had to see someone." “The person who has been targeting you for some reason?” "How did you know about that?” she asked in a startled voice. “It was Clarice’s assistant. She sent him here to deliver a message.” Roland did not sound surprised. “So,
In Glanchester, Isabel had just come out of the shower and thrown herself on the bed. She thought about calling Amanda to tell her to not worry, but Amanda was the one who called her instead. Before Isabel could get a word out, Amanda announced the good news in a jubilant voice, “Isabel, everything is fine now! The companies got back to me and says that they intend to proceed with our initial deal. The directors who told me that they wanted to recast you changed their minds and got back to me as well. Also, guess what? The famous director, Manson Heathrow, says he plans to cast you in a major role in his upcoming film!” Isabel was delighted to hear this. “Already?” Amanda was confused by this reaction of hers. “What do you mean ‘already’?” Isabel was still reeling in shock. “Oh, nothing. Good to know that everything has been taken care of.” “Alright, enough talk for now. I’ll talk to Director Manson for you and get back to you once I have more information from him.” “
Clarice’s assistant informed her fearfully, “Miss, I had to call them several times just now until they finally picked up. They mentioned that Isabel is one of the most famous actresses currently and is not involved in any controversial scandals. All this added to the fact that she is currently working with them makes it hard for them to do anything to her. She’s untouchable.” “Don’t they have enough actors signed to them? What’s the difference one common actress going to make?!” "That's what I was told. I don’t know any more specific details beyond this.” "idiot!" Clarice cursed mightily and hung up. There must be more to this! Her family was royalty in Southboro, and even Solar Entertainment had given their word initially. Some other party must have interjected to result in this sudden turn of events. Who could this outside party be? She thought with her brows furrowed. After a while, her eyes blazed as she had a suspect in her mind. Roland! He was Isabe
Isabel ran out of the hotel just as Roland parked in front of the entrance. Drops of rain pattered endlessly against the ground. Isabel shielded the top of her head with her palms and jogged toward Roland’s car. The door was promptly flung open, and out came the tall, striking figure of the man she had been waiting for. He emerged with an umbrella in hand. He was just about to open it when Isabel sprang in front of him. He habitually put his arms around her. Isabel looked up at him. "What took you so long?” Her face was washed with rain. She could barely keep her eyes open. Although there was a stern, questioning tone in her voice, there was also a clear tint of joy underneath. Roland grimaced faintly. He opened the umbrella and held it over Isabel to shield her from the rain, then he told her, “Something came up and took up my time.” Something came up? "What happened?” she asked hastily while looking at him worriedly. “It’s fine, it's just—“ He seemed he
They went at it until it was nearing midnight. Roland must have been missing her greatly after having not seen her for several days as he was all over her. It was only after Isabel remarked that she had more scenes to shoot tomorrow morning and pleaded for him to show mercy on her that he finally released her. The moment he released her, she felt herself deflating like a balloon and promptly fell asleep. The bedroom was dimly lit. Roland hugged her tenderly and looked at her rosy cheeks, still red from their activity. It did not seem like he was going to sleep anytime soon. … Dawn came. Isabel was awakened by Carla knocking on the door. She woke up and saw Roland lying on his side next to her with one of his arms propping himself up sideways. He was staring at her. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I have to go to work. Get yourself some breakfast." Roland sat on the bed and watched her without a word. Isabel was not in the habit of showing up
Isabel still had a couple of scenes to shoot today. After finally filling her stomach, she went over the script a few more times before heading back to the set. Time flew by. It was late afternoon in the blink of an eye, and they were already shooting the final scene for the day. During the break, she went to join Roland in the same spot and informed him, "There’s only one last scene left. We can go back to the hotel after that.” She already told him he could head back after they had their breakfast, but he refused and stuck around until now. Roland smiled faintly. “Sure.” Isabel grabbed some water to drink, then she touched up her makeup before getting ready for the scene. “Action!” the director called out. Isabel and another male actor who was also part of the scene geared themselves up for their monologue. They were shooting a scene of the final breakup between the characters. The heroine played by Isabel wanted to leave, but the male protagonist would not
Isabel slapped some makeup remover on her face. Then, she gently massaged the makeup remover over her face before rinsing it off. With that, she was her usual self again. Now that that was done, she craned her face up toward Roland and said with her eyes closed, “Go on.” She wanted to see how he would go about cleaning this supposed stain on her forehead. Soon, she could hear the sound of water flowing. After a while, she felt a warm and wet towel placed against her forehead. Roland began rubbing her forehead, specifically the very spot where he saw the male lead previously kissing her. He rubbed at that spot repeatedly. After rubbing it a dozen times, Isabel could not take it anymore. She opened her eyes and shot him a look. "Are you trying to dent my forehead?” Roland seemed surprised by this. "Does it hurt?" While it was not to the point of hurting, it was certainly a little excessive. She told him, "It doesn't hurt, but I think it’s clean enough alread