Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

One of them, who seemed like a rather mannered man nearing his forties, expressed in a scornful voice, “Roland, have you seen what people are saying about her? They’re starting to make fun of you as well because you’ve been getting involved with her. What are you even thinking? Why are you getting associated with a woman with no self-respect who messes around in the entertainment circle?”

Immediately afterward, his other relatives began to chatter as well, “Look what happened to Rockwell Corporation's stock prices now. Is this what you want? Are you going to ruin our family business for a woman like her?”

One of them glared at Isabel with an offended look as if she was the carrier of a deadly disease. His eyes were stark with contempt and disgust. “How dare some wench like you try to slither into our family?! Don’t even think about ever becoming Madam Rockwell! I’ll have you know that even if Roland stubbornly insists on being with you, none of us will ever acknowledge your status!”

“Scram, get out of here, you disgraceful woman!”

The only thing stopping them from flinging their drinks right at Isabel’s face was that they had to watch their manners as members of high society.

Roland clenched Isabel's hand tightly.

Isabel could feel his hands trembling. He was like a volcano quaking with fury, threatening to erupt at any moment.

She put her arms around his arm to try to still his anger.

Roland put his arms protectively around her. He swept a scornful look over the group heckling and insulting Isabel.

of them was Master Rockwell who was observing the commotion

spectated the scene as well. She smiled coyly at Isabel and was ecstatically waiting to see her getting kicked out of

much semblance of emotion. He seemed to be waiting for Roland to

Roland whose expression seemed murderous. Just as he was about to tell off these people and chased them out of there, one of the venue staff posted by the entrance approached them frantically.

cried out loud enough for everyone to hear, “Master Rockwell, President Decker… the

Rockwell seemed appalled.

Clarice

news. They turned around to look at the staff who had delivered

turned to cast a

around his waist and smiled assuringly at

stirred in Roland’s eyes when she said this. He seemed too stunned to react

just processed the information. He asked for

painter wife known as Mrs. Sunflower. Even his

Rockwell rose to his feet without even needing the aid of his walking stick. He would have stumbled over if not for someone who quickly