Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 1872

Liam's expression tightened with rage. "Scram!"

His deep and bellowing roar shook the office.

Heather shivered with fear.

She always saw Liam as a rather un-emotive person. This was the first time she had ever seen him angry.

It was terrifying!

She was finally wary of overstaying her welcome. She stumbled a few steps backward before breaking out into a full trot out of the office.

She threw the door open and quickly paced outside.

The second she stepped out of the office, she saw a young and beautiful lady standing by the door, leaning against the wall.

She wore her hair in a curly style. Her taste in fashion was exquisite, sporting a crop top with a shawl thrown over her shoulders, finishing off the look with a pair of tailored jeans.

She was the pinnacle of feminine beauty.

The light pinkish makeup coating her cheeks added to her charms.

She looked like she had just stepped off the runway.

Heather was startled to see her here. "Isabel? Why are you here?"

Isabel leaned against the wall and regarded her icily.

She crossed her arms across her chest and looked at Heather strikingly. "Did you tamper with the ticketing machine just now when Caprice was in line?"

Heather felt a wave of chill run through her.

She was in a foul mood after getting kicked out of Liam's office.

She immediately cocked her chin audacious upward and looked at Isabel scornfully. "That's between me and President Carter, what does that have to do with you?"

Isabel cocked an eyebrow and spoke with equal aggression, "You messed with Caprice so it has everything to do with me."

Her gaze was sharp like a dagger, her aura was no weaker than Heather's.

Heather was seething at this point.

Liam was the master of Carter Tech City, the young master of the prestigious Carters of Westchester. He had every right to fire her and even impose his will on her, but how dare a common movie star like Isabel to have the guts to speak to her in such a tone?

She shot a hateful glare at Isabel. "Caprice is a worthless piece of garbage. I can do whatever I want to her. Who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do? What gives you the right?!"

Isabel scowled. She marched forward until she was right in front of Heather, then she raised her right palm. Smack!

She struck a vicious blow across Heather's cheeks.

Heather was too stunned to react. It took her several seconds to process what had just happened. She held the side of her face and cried out, "You hit me!"

Isabel smiled provokingly. "Watch me do it again."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

As soon as she said that, she delivered on her promise and slapped the other side of Heather's cheeks with equal strength.

Heather was speechless.

Her cheeks turned beet red from a combination of having been slapped and from her armageddon anger.

"You b*tch! I'll kill you!" She shrieked and threw herself at Isabel.

Before her fingers could even graze Isabel, Mitch and the security guards rushed to the scene.

Mitch stood in front of Isabel to guard her.

Two security guards pinned Heather to the wall.

Heather tried desperately to break free to no avail. All she could do was cast vehement threats at Isabel. "Just you wait! I'll show you who's boss!"

Isabel calmly crossed her arms across her chest and smiled sarcastically. "Sure, I can't wait."

With that, she turned to the two security guards. "Get her out of here."

They carried her like a sandbag.

Heather was humiliated. She struggled ineffectively. "Isabel, you're just a cheap third-rate actor! How dare you do this to me?! I'll never forgive you!"

The security guards carried her into the elevator and eventually, her cries faded out.

Mitch turned to Isabel and checked on her. "Miss, are you alright?"

Mitch was a close confidante of Liam. He was one of the very few people who knew that Isabel was his sister. Isabel put his worries at ease. "It's okay, she didn't even touch me."