After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 111 Isabel the Actress

Chapter 111 Isabel the Actress.

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Lillian's voice cut through the air, loud enough to make heads turn. Whispers spread like wildfire as people began to point in

their direction.

Her assistant, standing with hands on hips, fired back at Isabel in a shrill voice.

"You're crossing the line! What's wrong with being the stepmother's child? Does that mean they're less than human? Does that give you the right to treat them however you want?"

Isabel just smiled, shaking her head. "Well, it seems like birds of a feather really do flock together. No wonder Lillian picked you as her assistant. You both share the same stubbornness, and now you're being unreasonable, trying to shift the blame onto me.

"Who's being unreasonable here? You're the one who bullied Lillian and tossed her script to the ground!" The assistant puffed out her chest, trying to appear intimidating.

Lillian, with fake tears gathering in her eyes, quickly intervened. "Forget it. Don't say anything else. It's not her fault. It's mine. I hurt my hand earlier, and the script just slipped from my grasp."

Clap, clap, clap! Isabel began to applaud mockingly. "Lillian, don't you think your story is a little too contradictory? Just a moment ago, you were accusing me of throwing your script on the floor, stirring everyone up to come after me. But now, with more people around, you're pretending to be the victim, claiming it wasn't my fault.

"I wonder, the character you're playing in the show isn't a two-faced pick-me girl, is it?"

You're the pick-me' girl! I wish you'd just die! Lillian cursed under her breath, her anger rising.

Just then, Lillian noticed the director, Scout Simmons, walking toward them. She quickly signaled to her assistant.

The assistant, familiar with Lillian's methods, immediately caught on and pointed at Isabel, making sure her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Isabel, you've really gone too far! Lillian only said the script fell off her hands to protect you! If Mr. Simmons and the writer find out you've disrespected their hard work, do you really think you'll get away with it?"

As Scout approached, he overheard the commotion and scowled, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Isabel disapprovingly.

To Scout, every project was personal, like a child. He had carefully selected this script after much thought and was not going to let anyone damage it.

over and fixed Isabel with a stern gaze. "Did you throw the script

had a reputation for losing his temper, and with him appearing upset, they were eager to watch Isabel get in trouble. That was

her voice calm as she responded, "This script is based on Vania Cohen's best-selling novel 'Grace

plot in

asked if she threw the script. Why is she talking about the original

said, do you really think I would ruin such a brilliant script?" Isabel raised

the original so well, it's obvious you appreciate the script. You wouldn't destroy it." He then turned to Lillian, his gaze

111 Isabel the

back. "I-1..." she stammered, lost for

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figure, and I don't want

ready to accept defeat, but realizing she had lost, she reluctantly

she was walking away, Scout's voice rang

you

actress? With your potential, I

What?

her eyes wide in

He's talking to Isabel!

wants to make her a star! I'm still just a B-list artist, yet Mr. Simmons is eager to promote

talent, I'm certain that if you entered the industry,

really stood out was her understanding of the original story and her grasp of the characters-she had what it took to become an actress, and

glared at Isabel's flawless face, her envy burning. If Isabel makes it in

my sister

puzzled, "Why

engaged to her ex-fiancé to miscarry. And her ex-fiancé is the CEO of Johnson Group, Lillian said, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "What?"Scout was visibly shocked, struggling to process the accusation. He glanced at Isabel, whose face remained calm and composed, radiating nothing but honesty. It didn't

did something like that? Caused

like the type. She looks

don't mean much. Haven't you heard? You can't judge a book by

smirked inwardly, pleased with how things were

if I enter the industry, I'll overshadow you, and