Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 2199

Isabella's manager dragged a long, extended sigh. Then, she proceeded to advise somberly, "No use praying for a miracle now. Just use this chance to take a long break."

Puzzled by this, Isabella asked, "What do you mean? Don’t I have a commercial shoot lined up tomorrow?”

"It's been canceled. Not just tomorrow’s commercial shoot, but every single endorsement, variety show contract, and all of the pending scripts are gone. There’s nothing left."

Isabella's face turned pale. "Was it Isabel?"

"Probably not. All of the showrunners and business managers approached me on their own initiatives. They probably know that there's bad blood between you and Isabel, so they made the business decision of keeping their distance from you to avoid upsetting the Carters."

Isabella's eyes turned red with tears. She looked for something to say, but the only thing on her mind was the picture of the lawyer's letter written on behalf of Isabel and posted on Carter Corporation's official page.

She slumped over backward and landed on her couch. Her arms immediately went limp, and her phone clattered against the floor with a loud smack.

a blur. She immediately began to recall all of her

why every time she found herself in the center of a controversy thanks to her unruly attitude and her telling people off, people would crown her bold personality instead of turning against her. She knew that many people in the industry harbored resentment and jealousy toward Isabel as well. Everybody could not understand why Isabel, who looked to be just the same as the

access, and all she had to do was reach for it. Her family was so powerful that nobody in the collective entertainment circle or the business world

explained her

could have easily made short work of Isabella at the first show of aggression from more than

did appear that

salvage now. She had done more than sour her relationship with Isabel. Even if Isabel did not plan to do anything to her, the damage

as she felt, she knew there was nothing she could do

in Southboro, after Master Rockwell left the hotel,

two hours passed before the old man finally

were cloudy while he stared blankly at

figure inside the spacious ward. He was

his name, his

very sullen and grey, and he did not look that much better than the elderly Master Rockwell who was lying on