All Chapters of Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Chapter 2071 - Chapter 2080

Just as she was about to put away her phone, she got a call from Isabella's manager. She was surprised to see her calling so soon, then she promptly answered the call. Isabella's manager sounded jumpy on the phone. “Hey, Amanda, you and I go way back, don’t we? Do you think you can get whoever it is to pull the video from the internet and have Isabel post a statement or something of that sort, clarifying that this entire thing has been nothing more than an inside joke between the two of them? If you’re willing to help us make things right for Isabella, we promise to give you anything you want.” Amanda scoffed condescendingly. What stood out to her most was the way Isabella’s manager’s tone switched so drastically now that the surveillance footage had surfaced. She only gave it a brief moment’s thought before stating, "I can't make the call myself. You and I know what Isabel’s temper is like. She didn’t even know about me calling you to ask for your help just now. She’d b

Decker briefly shook his hands that were placed around Isabella’s neck only moments ago, and a stoic coolness returned to his eyes. It was as if everything that happened just now had been nothing but a hallucination. Still, Isabella was terrified. She crawled backward on all fours. Decker stood stoically and looked at her with a stiff smile hanging by the corner of his eyes. “I’m not going to help you on this one. Deal with it yourself.” Isabella stammered, “Oh… okay." Decker calmly arranged the collar of his robe. "Also, if it’s anyone that can plot against Isabel, it’s me. If I catch you trying to do something to her again, I promise you that I’ll end your acting career before you can even blink your eyes.” Isabella felt a chill run through her body, and she answered in a shaky voice, "I understand. It will never happen again.” “Get out.” Isabella hurriedly pulled herself up from the ground and ran outside. The door closed with a steady thud. A looming s

No, she had to get these whimsical thoughts out of her mind. This was the same thing as what happened with Decker five years ago. She had imagined herself spending the rest of her life until she got stabbed in the back. Decker had gone and got engaged to another woman just so that he could elevate his social status. He had even struck her across the face when she confronted him about it. However, Roland was nothing like Decker. Not only was he a very competent man, but he was also very considerate and took excellent care of her. Then again, he knew her true identity… She knew that Roland was not Decker, but her previous trauma was too great to ignore. She decided to stop worrying about the future and focus on the present. She put her mind off these troublesome thoughts for the moment. Roland emerged from the kitchen. He neatly set their meal on the dining table and promptly sat down with her. He attentively passed her a plate filled with food and another bowl of soup bef

Isabel’s eyes shimmered with joy as she felt understood. “Roland, you’re pretty wise, aren't you?” Roland chuckled dryly. “I’m not an idiot.” “I’m not saying you’re an idiot. I’m complimenting you.” … At Isabella’s place, Isabella was resting on a recliner while her assistant was focused on massaging her shoulders. Even though her assistant's technique was comparable to that of a professional masseuse, her body was still filled with tension. Everyone on the internet was hurling all sorts of obscenities at her, and they were dragging her name through the mud. Since Decker refused to help, Isabel was her only lifeline. She was holding out for good news coming from Isabel’s end. After all, she had publicly apologized to Isabel online. She needed Isabel to respond to her apology and forgive her, then throw in a few good words for her. Hopefully, that would be enough for the public to come to forgive her or at least quell their anger. Ring! Her phone rang.

“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