Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her.

The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned.

It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot.

Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home.

To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed.

The director took his phone and called the city hotline for verification.

After a brief conversation on the phone with the relevant department, he turned to everyone and announced, “They're telling me there's a minor obstacle blocking the road but it’s not a big problem. It should be taken care of within half an hour. Why doesn't everyone get some rest for now?”

As he said this, he threw a glance at Isabel.

Isabel did not notice this as she was already leading Carla away to sit down somewhere.

She was getting a little peckish and took a piece of bread from Carla's bag.

It was getting dark by this point. She had barely nibbled off a bite from the bread when a shadow cast over the entire mountain region. Soon, even gusts of chilly wind began sweeping down on them. It was rather eerie.

shield themselves

ominously

in, the foot of the

stung

to open her eyes again, she heard

by what she was

had tiny bulbs of lights wrapped around them and were all

the impression of a miniature sun, but it was certainly

It was beautiful!

what caused everyone to screech was not the beautiful display, nor was it the music of the

heard the strum of the piano and saw a clearing covered with fresh flower

in the center of the open plains. A young man dressed in a white shirt was seated in front of the piano, his fingers rhythmically and adeptly dancing across

one of

double take at the sight of the

was none other than Roland!

Gusts of wind poured at him following the highs

his gaze at Isabel who stood

He smiled charmingly.