Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2063

Chapter 2063 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 | 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 suddenly stopped and turned back to confront her," Do you want me to kick you again?" Isabella's expression suddenly cowered in fear as she hurriedly retreated away from Isabel.

Isabel said with a tight grimace, "Isabella, stop trying to kid yourself. Both you and | know that even if you somehow manage to kick me out of the entertainment industry, | can bring you down with me as well. I'll make sure to take away everything you have.”

There was not a tint of friendliness in her voice. Her tone was vicious and heavy. Isabella was too stunned for words, and she stared at her in silence for a while. Then, Isabel turned around and led Carla away with her.

Isabella came back to her senses and said to herself with a mocking sneer, "Your cheap intimidation won't work. People are already calling for your head online! If you're as capable as you think you are, why don't you clear your name?"

She was more upset that she could not come up with this response until now, so she cussed out loud, "B*tch!"

Meanwhile, after Isabel entered the parking lot, Carla quickly walked up to her side and put on a comforting smile, "You looked so cool back there when you confronted Isabella. You looked like some sort of business empire overlord!

Even | was intimidated by you."

Isabel smiled and pinched her chin teasingly. "Have you fallen in love with me?"

Carla blushed a little and hurriedly nudged her hands away."

How do you still have the heart to joke around when things are looking like this?"

Truly, with the way things were right now, there was nothing worth laughing about.

Isabel took a breath. She continue approaching her car and promptly got in once she reached it.

As soon as she got in, she saw Roland sitting in the backseat waiting for her. He wore a suit and a matching pair of leather shoes. He sat upright and carried himself with grace as usual.

However, his brows were furrowed, and he fixed an intent look on Isabel. He must have seen the latest drama online and came to be with her.

"Roland..." Isabel felt like the gloomy clouds in her mind were instantly swooped away by a gust of wind. She felt a comfortable warmth taking over and threw herself at Roland.

Roland extended his arms wide open and took her in his arms. He consoled her, "It's okay. | have my people dealing with the situation."

"Hm." Isabel nodded. She looked up at him again with a sudden thought that came to her, "But | did step on Isabella's skirt." "| saw it too." He made a look before assuring her, "But | trust you. | know you wouldn't have done that for no reason." Isabel's eyes lit up.

It was rare for Roland to be so direct with his gestures of affection. However, Isabel was still ina dejected state. "But everyone online is angry at me. They're trying to kick me out of the entertainment industry."

Roland grimaced tighter and pulled her in closer. His voice grew gentle and reassuring as he said, "Don't listen to what the people are saying. | will help you take care of this entire thing. Trust me." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.