Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Master Rockwell turned as pale as a sheet of paper while he shifted his attention back on forth between the expressions of Odell, Sylvia, and Isabel. His lips seemed to quiver like he had something to say, but no words were produced from him.

Clarice had turned so white that it looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

How could this be? Isabel Ross, the third-rate actor who should never deserve a place in the spotlight was the daughter of the chairman of the Carters of Westchester?!

Decker was stiff and quaking all over, his face colored entirely with shock and disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that the same woman he had once slapped and abandoned when he decided to get with the Houstons to climb up the social ladder was the daughter of the Carters.

Everybody else was extremely silent. The venue turned into a graveyard in the dead of the night in an instant. Even the two older shareholders, who were supportive of Roland and previously tried to advise him to break up with Isabel, were speechless.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Eventually, Odell directed his laser-sharp attention to Decker.

Decker felt a shiver run through him. It took him a lifetime to muster the effort to crack an ugly smile and to explain quite pitifully, “Master Carter, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Odell scoffed, “Do I look like an idiot to you? You don't think I know about what you’ve done to my precious daughter?"

in the entertainment industry, he had made a promise to her that he was not going to interfere with

members and actors she hung out with and what they ate. Going by that vein, it was no surprise that he was caught up on all the latest controversies involving his dear

the names of every one of Isabel’s rivals in the industry. He knew who tried to plot against her,

a long time ago if not for Isabel being so competent and managing to handle everything by herself up till this point. This time was the nail in the coffin. How

beloved daughter and calling her a glorified prostitute. Even if Isabel decided to let it

what they deserved. They would all have to pay for what they

an instant, and even the temperature

speak at

With a sharp scowl, he declared ominously, “Every single one of

Clarice, then he took Isabel and strode

out with

had not spoken the entire time, turned to Roland to inform him, “We came at a moment’s notice and

rooms in my place, so you can all

“Alright.”

Liam walked outside.

join them when Master Rockwell called