Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife



Triss was online as well. Mere seconds after she received Isabel's text, she replied with a grouchy cartoon figure.

Isabel chuckled and sent her a voice message, "Triss, thank you for speaking up for me back then.

Triss replied, "I get that you only wanted to be an actress without the extra attention, but I'm still a little mad. If I knew that you came from such a powerful background this entire time, I wouldn't have needed to try to defend you."This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabel chuckled to herself. She was just about to reply when she received another voice message from Triss.

"Anyway, I'm glad everything is fine now," she expressed in a heartfelt voice.

They briefly chatted for a while longer, then Isabel went to scroll through her feed again.

Half an hour ago, everyone was in an uproar over the exciting reveal of her true identity. Right now, everyone was severely criticizing the media outlets that had been defaming her the entire time.

Furthermore, many other artistes such as Isabella, who had made themselves enemies of Isabel and taken advantage of the situation to belittle her, were facing severe backlash. The collective anger was turned around on them this time.

The netizens might be gullible, but even they had come to realize the truth of the situation. Since even the media outlets had issued formal apologies, it was evident that everything Isabella said previously was lies made up to sabotage Isabel.

A lot of these celebrities, including Isabella, deactivated their comment sections.

Additionally, they had gone and deleted their previous posts badmouthing Isabel.

Isabel sniggered to herself, delighted in how things had turned out. Just as she was about to put away her phone, she received a message from Isabella.

The ironic thing was that Isabella's previous message sent two hours ago was still visible on the screen. Her message read, "Isabel, say bye-bye to those leading roles and endorsements you were banking on. They're all mine now. Good luck..."

Isabella had sent that message to gloat when pictures of Isabel and Roland were posted on the Internet.

This time, her tone was completely different. "Hey, Miss Isabel, I just noticed the last message. It must have been my assistant sneaking around and sending that message without telling me. I'm sorry about that. I've already fired her, so please don't be upset." Isabel could tell how frantic she must be just by the shifty way she had to address her as ' Miss Isabel'. She scoffed and did not even bother to reply.

Her only response came in the form of a read receipt, which must have made Isabella more worrisome.

Including all the bosses of the media outlets, Isabella had plenty of company.

Furthermore, there were a few selected individuals that Isabel could think of that must be spiraling deeper into a panic.

At Isabella's residence in Westchester, when Carter Corporation issued the official letter and the news began trending, Isabella was so astounded that her feet gave away underneath her.

Even now, her butt was still grounded to the floor while she reread the text she had just sent to Isabel.

The read receipt lit up, which meant that Isabel must have read it already.

Another twenty minutes had passed since, and there was still no response.

Was Isabel simply ignoring her out of spite, or was she planning deadly revenge?

The sheer idea of the latter being a possibility sent a shiver down her spine.

She was the daughter of the Carters of Westchester, and to say that they were filthy rich would be underselling it. It was a stratum of society that she would never even hope to reach in her entire lifetime, a strata that was far above even the likes of Clarice who was already a symbol of social success!

If Isabel was truly planning on taking revenge on her, she could say goodbye to her acting career as no amount of miracle could save her.

Meanwhile, her phone was vibrating endlessly while she was swarmed by countless messages from netizens who were celebrating her downfall. They mocked her for being too arrogant, that the only reason she could afford to be so high and mighty all along was that Isabel let her win.

"Now you've done it, good luck!"

Her anxiety was rising with every passing minute.

Just as she was about to call her agent for help, she received a call from her agent.

She picked up on the first ring and immediately began pleading desperately, "I never knew that she was a Carter all this time. You have to do something. Help me!"