All Chapters of Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Chapter 2061 - Chapter 2070

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

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

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

Flint spoke up again, “That’s right. Besides, if things don’t work out you can start focusing on minding the family business.” Caprice was humored by this and supplied a smiley face. Isabel chuckled to herself and replied, “Just you wait, fatty Flint. I’ll make sure you get punished the next time we meet.” Flint was a good sport as usual. “Oooh, scary, I’m out of here.” Isabel made sure to send the occasional text to Amanda, Carla, Triss, and Ramona during her conversation with her family. Amanda was relieved after seeing her reply, and she told Isabel, “Make sure you stay home and rest up over these next two days. Don't go anywhere. I'll talk to Isabella's manager.” She made it sound like they were going to negotiate, but it was quite clear that she was going to ask for mercy, which was something that Isabel would never do. She immediately objected, “Amanda, don’t ask for anything from them.” Amanda was conflicted. “But if I don't talk to them, they’re going to bu

Isabella's manager informed her readily, “She’s too smart for that. She agreed to post an apology on Isabel’s official page, but taking a two-year-long hiatus is a no-go. The most they can do is six months.” Isabella scoffed, “Keep on dreaming.” Her manager suggested, “What do you think about meeting them halfway and settling on one year? I do think that two years is a tall ask.” "No, it’s either two years or nothing,” Isabella insisted. "If she doesn't want to, then so be it. Good luck with the public backlash.” Her manager asked cautiously, “Isabella, are you sure about this?” “I am very sure." She was not going to let Isabel off so easily! "Okay, I'll get back to her now." … Amanda was nervously waiting for Isabella’s manager to get back to her. Upon receiving word back, she became so furious that she slammed her phone against the couch. “Despicable! How dare they!” She paced around the living room anxiously. From a pragmatic standpoint, Isabel was a on