Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

The netizens who used to help Isabel scold her also began to comfort her. [Isabella, we misunderstood you. Your IQ really can’t compete with hers.]

[...]

In short, everywhere Isabel looked, words scolding and mocking her.

Among her friends, only Triss spoke up for her. [Isabel isn’t like that. I believe in her.]

Then, a large number of people mocked and scolded Triss.

Some of Isabel’s fans who continued to defend her were also drowned out by the netizens’ ridicule.

Isabel felt dizzy after she finished seeing all this.

She imagined being scolded before, but not by the entire Internet. Furthermore, they called her an escort, a fake lady, and even a high-class hooker...

Her anger stuck in her throat. Just as she wanted to make a post to clarify and vent, Marcus, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took a phone call. After the call ended, he anxiously looked at Roland and said, novelebook.com “Young Master Rockwell, Rockwell Corporation’s stocks have fallen. The vice president wants to convene an emergency shareholders meeting.”

Isabel’s eyelid twitched.

he said in an unhappy tone, “All right. We’ll

and turned back around,

again and asked gently,

“Mm.”

look anymore.” He tried to take the

phone and refused to let

“Isabel?”

her lips and said, “Don’t worry. I just want to make a

that her expression did not look

to a post.

those who deliberately slandered her as an escort, a

made the post, a wave of netizens poured into

going to ask your boyfriend to deal with

[Haha! Everyone, run away!]

were slandered,

but I didn’t expect you to just be a