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.

Isabel with a stern gaze.

exchanged victorious looks. They knew that Scout had a reputation for losing his temper, and with him appearing upset, they were eager to watch Isabel get in trouble. That was their

as she responded, "This script is based on Vania Cohen's

went on to explain the plot in detail, outlining the

there, stunned. She thought, What's she doing? Mr. Simmons just asked if she threw the

ruin such a brilliant script?" Isabel raised an eyebrow, staring directly at Scout with confidence, After hearing Isabel's

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

111 Isabel the

took a step back. "I-1..." she stammered, lost

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and I don't want to escalate this." Scout said firmly, siding

wasn't ready to accept defeat, but realizing she had lost, she

was walking away, Scout's voice rang

you

becoming an actress? With your potential, I can guarantee

What?

froze, her eyes wide in

He's talking to Isabel!

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

that if you entered the industry, you'd rise

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 it was clear

flawless face, her envy burning. If Isabel makes it in the entertainment industry, she could easily surpass me. I can't

my sister isn't suited for

puzzled, "Why

lips. "What?"Scout was visibly shocked, struggling to process the accusation. He glanced at Isabel, whose face

something like that?

like the type. She looks so

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

smirked inwardly, pleased with how things were

Lillian. "Lillian, are you afraid that if I