Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2070

The video had a very clear resolution, and there appeared to be no signs of having been edited.

Unsurprisingly, it had quite an effect on all of the netizens regardless of which side they were on amidst all of this. Everyone was stunned and silenced by the truth of the events.

Albeit a very brief silence, the video spread very quickly across all platforms, and it had millions of views in no time.

The people who had been slandering Isabel this entire time were humiliated. Some of them stewed in silence while others were quick to apologize to Isabel for ever doubting her.

The people who had been neutral this entire time and were merely amusing themselves with the latest online drama were ecstatic about the unexpected plot twist.

The tides turned in an instant, and everyone began turning on Isabella, even the ones who originally insulted Isabel.

Isabel's fans were the first ones to take action. They swarmed the post that Isabella put up earlier during the day of her crying and bombarded her with comments, vehemently shaming her for her actions.

Some people were furious that they had been played like a fiddle by Isabella, and they demanded an apology.

"No wonder Isabel stepped on Isabella's skirt. She knew that she did something to her dress!"

“How low! How could she do this to Isabel in the first place?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's a good thing this video was leaked. Otherwise, none of them would have been any the wiser."

"Hey, it's only right that she comes out and apologizes as well, isn't it? Otherwise, we're going to have to cancel her!" Isabella's fans were floored.

Save for a few diehard fans who were still adamantly in denial, the rest of them kept their mouths shut.

Meanwhile, Isabella, who was just having a celebratory glass of wine at her place, spiraled into a fit of panic upon seeing the new development. The glass of wine slipped out of her fingers and smashed into pieces against the floor.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she cried out," Impossible! How could there be a surveillance camera? There were no surveillance cameras back in the corridor!"

Ring!

Her phone rang.

It was her manager calling.

Her fingers trembled as she answered the call, "Hey."

Her manager’s voice was wrought with panic. "Isabella, what

is wrong with you?! Didn't you check for surveillance cameras before you went inside to tamper with her dress?" Isabella was equally exasperated. "! did. We didn’t see any surveillance cameras. There was nothing on the wall or ceiling!"

"If there were no surveillance cameras, would you mind explaining where that footage came from? Who was it who took that video?" Her manager had enough of these

pointless arguments and said dejectedly, "No use talking about this now. One way or another, just know that this video is enough to seal your fate."

The color drained out of Isabella’s face, and she lowered her voice and adjusted her tone. "Please help me. | didn’t know there were surveillance cameras. Maybe Isabel faked this video?"

"| don't care how resourceful she is. There's no way to fake a video like that. You're right there inside the video!" The manager expressed angrily, "The best course of action now is to apologize to everyone online. | will talk to Amanda and ask her to say something to Isabel, maybe get her to post something on her page stating that it was an inside joke between you two this entire time. If things work out, I'll start getting some more bot accounts to work people a little, and hopefully this entire thing tides over some time later."

"Okay, I'll write up a draft of my formal apology." "Don't send it just yet. Wait until | have an agreement with Amanda." "Okay."

At Amanda's place, no words could express her relief when she saw the latest development of the drama.