Before she could finish speaking, Andrew removed the face mask from her face. After removing the face mask, he leaned in for a kiss. "Andrew, be honest with me," Isabella protested, kicking her slender legs against his chest and whimpering. But evidently, there was a huge difference in strength between men and women. Her resistance was nothing more than a playful act to him, which added some excitement. She struggled weakly, only able to plead, "Stop, please, I'm tired..." She had worked all day, and she was afraid that if this man continued to bother her at night, she might not see the sunrise tomorrow. It would be one thing to die from overwork, but dying in bed was too embarrassing. "If you're tired, just rest quietly. I can manage on my own; I don't need your cooperation," he murmured in a magnetic, husky voice, his lips continuously pressing against her soft and fragrant lips. She was most afraid of hearing his voice in bed. His voice was too pleasant, low and deep, like a
After changing clothes and having breakfast, Isabella hurriedly left. She returned to the set from the hospital, managed two scenes, and hurried off to the recording studio. Isabella wasn't in her best condition that day; she recorded two songs, and the supervisor wasn't particularly satisfied. "Let's stop here for today, Isabella. Your vocal quality is good, and your singing skills are solid, but there's a lack of emotion. There should be a soulful connection between the singer and the music. To put it simply, the relationship between a singer and music is like a romance. With emotions, the interpretation is much better. Think deeply about the emotions these songs convey. Your current singing lacks emotion. It sounds good but feels hollow." Isabella nodded somewhat understandingly and decided to study the scores that needed a touch of romance after returning. After bidding farewell, as soon as she stepped out of the recording studio, she saw a flashy red Ferrari parked at the s
Isabella subconsciously tried to shake off Henry's hand, but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip. "Dad, Mom, haven't you realized the reality yet? We can't win against Uncle. Do we have to bleed before we're willing to give up?" Henry's expression was serious, but his tone was tinged with self-mockery. After Henry spoke, both Thomas and Stella didn't look too good. The expressions on the faces of others in the room varied. Isabella sighed and rubbed her forehead, looking distressed. She really wasn't interested in the internal struggles of other people's families. Can they just let her go already? "Brother, are you giving up just like this? Turner family's rules state that the eldest son inherits the company, and Uncle is just taking advantage," Nora shouted as she rose from the sofa, red-eyed, glaring at Isabella. "Brother, what's your identity, and what's hers? She's simply not worthy of you!" After listening, Isabella gritted her teeth to restrain herself from eruptin
Andrew suddenly stopped in his tracks, gave him a cold glance, and threw the report he had been holding onto him. "This proposal isn't up to standard. Go back and redo it." Ryan, holding the proposal, looked miserable. Shouting after Andrew's departing figure, he said, "Boss, you're taking revenge on me, right?" "Your loose tongue brought this on yourself," Charles walked over from behind, patting Ryan's shoulder and adding, "I need this proposal by tomorrow; make good use of your time." "Oh, shit, is there no end to this?" Ryan couldn't help muttering. The two stood outside the CEO's office. Soon after, they saw Andrew leaving with his coat, heading straight for the private elevator. Ryan watched the numbers on the elevator screen gradually descend until it stopped at the basement parking level. "Boss, aren't we supposed to work late tonight?" Charles nodded sympathetically, giving him a look of understanding. Andrew returned to the apartment, unexpectedly finding Isabella th
"What else do you know?" Andrew's arm wrapped around her waist from behind, and between their breaths lingered a strong mature and masculine aura unique to men. Isabella naturally leaned against his chest and casually responded, "The Turner family is the head of the four major families. It's not easy to investigate. What they don't want people to know, I definitely won't be able to find out. However, Jacob's youngest son has control over the entire Turner family foundation. His actions against Henry and his father are a bit too ruthless." "Ruthless?" Andrew repeated these four words with a cold sneer, an inexplicable chill emanating from him. His slightly narrowed blue eyes showed danger and ruthlessness. "Isabella, you don't know what true ruthlessness means." In the past, Thomas used extreme measures to suppress him. When there was no opportunity found in him, Thomas targeted women, ruining Scarlett irreparably and tarnishing his reputation. To prevent retaliation, Jacob used co
When Isabella didn't have to work, she loved to sleep in, especially after last night's activities with him. Every time they tangled in bed, she would sleep especially soundly that night. Indeed, physical activity helped with sleep, especially the kind on the bed. She slept until noon the next day, awakened only by the alarm. She had two more scenes to shoot in the afternoon, so she couldn't keep lounging in bed. Isabella sat up in bed, stretched her arms, and gave a big yawn. Then she got up and freshened up. After her shower, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she frowned at the bruise marks on her neck. She had to wear a costume in the afternoon, and if she couldn't cover these marks, she'd be embarrassed. She applied a thick layer of foundation on her neck to hide the marks, but it took up a lot of time. She changed clothes and hurried downstairs. Surprisingly, she saw Andrew dressed in casual wear, sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper. "You don't h
"Henry, haven't you heard the saying: 'To avoid being known, one should not act'?" Andrew's back straightened against the sofa as he spoke calmly, "So, the person secretly aiding her all these years wasn't you?" "What if it was! I do like Scarlett, but I've never done anything I shouldn't have with her." Henry deliberately raised his voice, attempting to sound confident, but his tone was noticeably unsteady. "You know Scarlett has had a hard time these past years, yet you stood by and watched. After all, she had feelings for you." Henry protested. "Are you suggesting that I should thank her for betraying me?" Andrew sneered. "You know she was manipulated by my parents..." Henry blurted out in his haste, visibly flustered after the words left his mouth. Seemingly unperturbed, Andrew's lips twitched slightly as he continued, "Does that mean she wasn't at fault?" Though a trap set by the cunning Thomas couple, Scarlett wasn't forced into it; she succumbed to temptation herself. "W
"Henry, you must be mistaken," Isabella blurted out randomly. Her mind was in chaos, even more so her heart. At the moment, she didn't want to think about anything; she just wanted to go home. She had to find her unemployed drifter and ask him directly. If he dared to lie to her, she promised she would beat him so badly even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. Oh, she almost forgot, she couldn't beat him. In her anxious attempt to leave, Isabella was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Henry. "Henry, what do you want? Let go of me!" Isabella growled, feeling a bit out of control. "Well, today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll take you to meet your boyfriend again," Henry said, dragging her firmly towards the exit of the Western restaurant. "Huh?" Scarlett asked. "Henry, what about me?" "You can go to the banquet first; I'll find you later," Henry threw back at her. Scarlett: "..." Henry's red Ferrari sports car parked directly in front of the Turner family conglomerate's office build