Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 323

"You didn't used to be like this." It's still the same face, but definitely not the previous loser. How could a person change so much? It's like she's become a completely different person. If she had always been like this, he wouldn't have underestimated her.

"Well, just think of me as having a split personality. Remember me as I am now, and if you can't, I'll make sure you're left with a deep impression."

The dull pain below reminded Graham that the current impression was deep enough already.

Izabella tossed the magazine in her hand onto the table and said, "I want the money by midnight, and the contract termination sent to my email by the weekend."

Graham's face twisted, "Didn't you say you're not terminating the contract?"

"I don't want to terminate it now, but that doesn't mean I won't want to in the future. Do you really think your crappy company can keep me for ten years? The contract should have all the necessary signatures and seals. I don't want to embarrass you guys later, you know?"

She still needed to use the company as a shield, but it can't be like this forever. She had to plan ahead and be ready to leave at any time.

One recording can only put these bastards in a difficult situation, but can't solve them completely. She had to wait a bit longer, at least until she uprooted the company's money tree. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Graham's face grew worse after hearing her belittling.

Izabella sat back down on the sofa and called the waiter.

Graham, seeing outsiders about to enter, ignored the pain below and stood up with a twisted foot, slightly bowing in front of Izabella, like a primary school student who made a mistake and saw the

headteacher.

The waiter came in and saw such a strange scene.

"Get me the most expensive coffee beans in your shop. I want to take them with me."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The coffee beans in this shop were all packaged, and the waiter came over with a beautifully wrapped bag. Izabella opened it and took a look, raising her eyebrows slightly. She could smell the aroma without even opening it.

These coffee beans were popular with her grandfather back when the Salotti family hadn't gone bankrupt. A small jar was worth 20,000.

Izabella closed the bag, "Thanks for the hospitality today. Let's meet again another day."

Graham gritted his teeth in pain. He usually took advantage of others and had only tasted such expensive coffee beans once. All Graham wanted now was for this troublemaker to leave quickly and not linger in front of him. He was afraid he would vomit blood because of anger.

Izabella, carrying the coffee beans, walked to the door and suddenly thought of something. She turned back with a smile, "Oh, don't forget to sign me up for 'Here Comes the Superstars'. I heard they're starting to record next week."

Graham clenched his teeth, "I got it!"

Outside the private room, Izabella touched her still sore neck, forgetting to let him pay for medical expenses and mental damages. Oh well... it was more fun to slowly butcher a fat sheep, as too much would be counterproductive.

Her tricks could only work on ordinary people. If she met Brett, she would probably be exposed with just one look before she even spoke.

Izabella touched the hairpin on her head, thinking about transforming it into a small accessory like earrings next time.

She stood at the elevator, adjusting the mask on her face. As the elevator door opened, she was just about to enter when she looked up and saw four people standing inside.

She instinctively looked at the handsome man leaning against the back. Izabella's breath hitched, and the foot she had lifted stopped. She didn't expect to run into him here.

Her ex-husband, who also destroyed her family and owed her five lives – Brett.

Brett must have been drinking, as his face was unnaturally flushed. He wore a white shirt that didn't suit his personality, with a few buttons undone, revealing his sexy collarbone.

When Brett was drunk, his eyes would become particularly bright. When looking at someone, it would always make her mistakenly think that she were his deeply loved one. But only Izabella knew that this man was extremely cold.

He could abandon Kaley after more than a decade together. He claimed to love Izabella but wanted to shatter her leg bones and imprison her at home, making her a doll to play with at will.

Rather than saying he had a strong possessive desire, it was more accurate to say he had a perverted desire for control. He didn't like the things in his hands to be out of his control.

In the year she became a soul, she was forced to stay by Brett's side several times, watching him self-harm, cry, and bleed. She also saw him try the childbirth experience machine that he once despised.

Was she moved? The answer was no; she even wanted to laugh.

What you can't get was always tempting. Time had taught her one truth: what should stay will stay.

Izabella didn't like the phrase 'let bygones be bygones'. It was hypocritical and made people seem cheap.

Suppressing her boiling hatred, once a person fell into emotions, they easily got lost in thought. Her body seemed to shrink into a protective shell, everything was disappearing. She couldn't hear any sound; her eyes were open but very empty.

"Miss, please make way."

Izabella's legs stiffened as she moved aside. She lowered her head and watched the people in the elevator pass by her one by one. In the end, she saw an ugly hand with no fingernails.

Izabella stepped in, pressed the "1" button calmly, and the elevator door slowly closed.

At that moment, Brett subconsciously turned his head, and his face was still as indifferent as ever.

Wearing a mask that covered half her face, Izabella didn't worry about Brett noticing anything. Their eyes met in a narrow gap, and she saw Brett's cold eyes flash with a complex emotion: panic, astonishment, surprise at regaining something lost, and sadness.

Izabella's heartbeat stopped for half a second, but fortunately, the elevator door closed and moved smoothly downward.

There were quite a few taxis at the entrance. Izabella picked up the bag and randomly opened a car door, telling the driver the address.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the lane. Izabella looked up at the rearview mirror and saw a man's figure coming out of the coffee shop. He stood there, staring blankly at the car she had gotten into.

Izabella breathed a sigh of relief. J City wasn't big, and it was only a matter of time before she and Brett met. But it definitely couldn't be now, as her wings hadn't grown, and she had no power to fight him.

She knew all too well that a bird with broken wings would die.