Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2009

Chapter 2009 As time went on, more people were drawn in by the sensational drama.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"What's going on here? Isabel says she's going to handle herself. Does this mean that it's true that Isabella stole her roles?" "Wow, don’t mess with her! Isn’t she worried about the netizens riling against her?" "Look at her performance in the past few years since her grand debut.

Every show she starred is in at the top of the year-end list, and the variety shows she guest stars in always see record numbers. She's the type who speaks her mind without fear. Do you remember that old director who was ousted as a sexual predator harassing female students? Isabel was the one who called him out publicly when she went on that variety show. Do you think someone as tenacious as she is is going to be afraid of some measly online gossip?" "Who is the one telling the truth? Isabel or Isabella?" "I don't know. | guess we will know in time."

Fans of Isabella's stormed Isabel's page after that but were eventually chased away by Isabel's loyal defenders. Isabel swiped through the comments, then she went to the forum dedicated to her by her fans again.

She posted a message: "Everyone, take it easy, alright? Just wait for my good news."

She very rarely showed up on the forum. Now that she had spoken, everyone went rabid.

In a matter of seconds, she was bombarded with notifications.

All of her fans promised to do as she told them.

Soon enough, the online storm had more or less died down. Isabel and Isabella's names were slowly sliding off the trending page.

Isabel heaved a sigh of relief.

Carla asked curiously, "Isabel, how are you going to deal with this?”

The car had just stopped at Isabel's place.

Isabel smiled and assured her with a pat on the head, "You should get some rest too. Just wait for good news." With that, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Meanwhile, inside the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Isabella was wearing a lacy dress that hung loosely on her body, on the verge of sliding off. She sat sideways on the couch in a position that accentuated the curves of her figure.

She looked coquettish at the handsome man sitting next to her. She wanted to get closer to him but was slightly apprehensive.

She got as close as what was deemed a safe distance and spoke softly,* Mr. Rockwell, Isabel just made a new post and managed to convince people that | was the one who stole the roles from her. What should | do now?"

Decker was scrolling on his phone, and he read the latest post from Isabel.

By claiming that she would handle things herself, the implication was clear.

She was hinting that Isabella had stolen her roles and that she would reclaim what was rightfully hers!

What had given her the confidence for such a bold declaration?

Did she truly think that she was popular to a point where producers and directors would bend over backward to appease her and concede the roles back to her?

Or perhaps she thought that he would have mercy on her at last?

Perhaps...

Decker angled his wrist to read the watch.

It was nearing evening. If Isabel was going to come to him to beg for mercy, she should be looking for some ways to contact him by now.

"Mr. Rockwell!" Isabella cried out his name dearly when she failed to draw a response from Decker.

Decker came back to his senses. He smiled and held her by her chin. "Don't worry, I'm not going to give the female lead and the guest star spot back to her unless she comes begging. So long as that doesn’t happen, nobody is going to believe that you stole these roles from her."

Isabella seemed convinced. "You're right.”

Isabel had been foolish enough to make a bold declaration online. If she failed to pull through on her promise, it would be a bad look for her fans, and nobody would believe her.