Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Decker pulled Isabel closer to him with a grim, scheming smile.

"Isabel, Roland has gone and dumped you. He’s not going to help you anymore. Besides, even if he wants to help you, there’s nothing he can do for you. I’m the only one who can help you now. If you want to save your acting career, you should be wise enough to know to not get only my nerves,” he said with gnashing teeth.

His gaze was dark and ominous.

If Isabel did not give in to him, he was going to do everything in his power to ruin her without repair.

Isabel grimaced tightly and promptly proceeded to spit right in his face. “Ptoo!”

Her spit splattered directly on his face.

Decker winced instinctively when he felt the projectile slap across his face, and his expression darkened like never before. Before he could open his eyes again, Isabel kicked against his knee with the shin of her knees.

Argh!

Decker yelped in pain and let go of her.

Isabel took the opportunity to shove him away from her, then she immediately ran out of the elevator.

getting on your nerves? I have some advice for you: don't ever show

the building without looking back even

was doubled over in pain with a horrible scowl across his face. His eyes were dark

to thoroughly tear

he stomped out of

in time to see Isabel who had just gotten into a car by

lingering pain throbbing in

his driver,

wanted to see where Isabel was planning to flee to since he was going to

were quickly approaching the car in front, his phone

pocket. The moment he noticed the name shown on the display, his furious mood was

certain executive in Rockwell Corporation whom his father

answered the phone and asked rather formally, "Uncle Tom, what's the

that of a middle-aged man, whose voice was quivering with anxiety, “Decker, stop wasting time in Westchester and get

eyes flashed in alert.

time, and it looks like he’s gunning for Rockwell Corporation.