Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 321

At 6 a.m., Izabella got up on time, went for an hour-long run, and came back to take a shower and make breakfast.

Her stomach cancer in her previous life taught her a profound lesson, that she must maintain a regular schedule and eat on time. Nothing was more important than her health.

She used to cook a table full of food every day waiting for Brett to come home. Not only did he never show up, but she also ended up getting stomach cancer. Izabella laughed at herself, calling herself an idiot.

At 9 a.m., the courier called her to pick up a parcel. Izabella put on a coat, sunglasses, and a mask. On a weekday, there weren't many people in the neighborhood, mostly old men exercising and grandmothers taking care of children.

Izabella picked up the parcel from memory and took it back to her room. Inside were a bunch of loose parts. After she assembled them, it was about the length of a finger.

Izabella clipped this newly assembled little thing to her hair, and it looked like an ordinary hair clip. If you didn't look closely, it wouldn't attract much attention.

There wasn't much time, so she could only barely finish assembling one. In the future, she would have to install more to prevent sudden incidents.

There were still some vegetables in the fridge, so Izabella cooked a plate of pasta with lots of chili peppers for lunch. She loved spicy food, but because of her stomach cancer, she couldn't eat spicy food, which was torture for her.

Now, her body was healthy...

Very healthy?

Izabella fell into deep thought. Was her body really healthy? She had a feeling of forgetting something important.

After quickly finishing her lunch, Izabella returned to her bedroom and started rummaging aimlessly. Eventually, she found a large pile of documents at the bottom of a drawer in the wardrobe, and at the very bottom was a medical record for depression.

The date was last year when Bell had just left Nathaniel and found out about her depression at the hospital. At that time, she was only mildly depressed. She didn't go for counseling and kept her feelings bottled up. But with the growing abuse on the internet, her depression worsened.

Bell had always been treated unfairly since she was young. She wasn't so much resilient as she was used to people's malice.

A camel can carry a heavy load under high pressure, but in the end, it was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Her fate was very similar to Bell's, both being treated unfairly and surrounded by people's malice, endless speculation, and the indifference of bystanders. The strong person who maintained her strength with a smile was gradually forced into death.

Izabella put down the medical diagnosis in her hand and let out a long sigh.

After lunch, her agent Graham sent her an address for a retro coffee shop.

Izabella tidied up and took a taxi there. She liked to be punctual. She arrived at the booked room at 1:50 p.m., and a waiter led her in.

Graham was sitting in a chair, only slightly raising his head when he heard the noise, and then continued grinding coffee.

Izabella quickly glanced around. Graham wasn't a generous person. Bell was very weak and had been cheated out of a lot of money by him. When they ate together, he always ordered the most expensive dishes but never paid or accepted splitting the bill. If you said anything about it, he would turn it around and call you stingy.

This coffee shop charged at least 5,000 for a three-hour reservation. Izabella thought to herself.

"Graham, I'm here..."

Graham looked at her and didn't let her sit down. Izabella didn't sit and obediently stood in front of him with her head down, looking very easy to bully.

"Why didn't you do what I told you yesterday?"

Izabella blinked her bright eyes innocently, and her clear pupils were like a spring. "Where didn't I follow your instructions yesterday? I was on time for the audition."

Thinking about yesterday made Graham angry. He asked Izabella, "Why didn't you wear makeup when I told you to?"

Izabella stammered, "The audition didn't allow makeup, and I don't have any makeup products. You know how low my salary is, I can't afford to buy makeup. Why don't you ask the boss to arrange some work for me and increase my salary?"

Graham didn't call Izabella today to talk about her makeup. He wanted her to refuse the job on Blood Ties.

"Call Mr. York and refuse the job right now."

Izabella pretended not to understand, "Why? You asked me to audition for this TV show, I succeeded, and now you want me to refuse it? What will Mr. York think of me?"

"What does that have to do with me? I told you to audition for the third female role, not the female supporting role." He began to shirk responsibility. "Izabella, I'm considering this for your benefit. You know the female supporting role was already given to someone else, and doing this will get you criticized."

"I'm used to being chewed out. Don't worry, I can handle it."

Graham frowned impatiently, staring at the woman in front of him. She was still the same weak person who didn't dare to breathe loudly, but today she spoke up unexpectedly. That strange feeling came again, as if the person in front of him had suddenly changed.

"I'm telling you the truth; the company won't let you take this TV show. If you're obedient, they'll arrange other schedules for you. If you're not, the only result is you being blocked, and your life is over."

Her life was already over, and Izabella didn't change her expression. "Are you threatening me?"

Graham sneered, "An employee should obey the company's arrangements."

Izabella put her hands in her coat pockets, "So I deserve to be used by you as a human shield? Five months ago, you knew I had nothing to do with that director, but you forced me to admit it. And the rumors about Kristin and the male star's private meeting, you used my Twitter account to post untrue things, violating my privacy and ruining my reputation. Do I deserve that too?"

Graham's frown deepened. "This is the result of the company's negotiation. Kristin has a pure image, and she can't have any scandals. But you're different. You have more haters than fans, and didn't you just say that you're used to being criticized? Your presence was low before, but now you're famous even though a lot of people are hating you. What's the scariest thing in the entertainment industry? It's having no fame and no attention. Don't you even understand this simple

truth? If you can't even bear this, you shouldn't have entered the entertainment industry in the first place."

Bell was killed by this kind of wrong thinking and countless scumbags like him.

To those capitalists, Kristin was a cash cow, so no matter what happened, they would try their best to protect her. On the other hand, for those tools who couldn't make money for them, they deserved to be sacrificed.

"Graham, so you admit what the company did to me back then?" Izabella said. "There must be many poor people like me in the company, right? I heard that the top executives often let female stars go out to drink with others, pull strings between men and women to have improper relationships, and some of them are even underage."

Graham's face changed. Where did Izabella learn these secrets?

Actually, she didn't learn them; it happened to her. When Bell signed with the company at the age of 18, she was introduced to Nathaniel within two months. The whole shady deal was obvious.

If there was one Bell Salotti, there would be a second one. To get rid of the rats, she had to start from the root, such as finding the rat hole and dealing with all the rats. She moved her hand in her coat pocket.

Having been an agent for so many years, Graham's perception and observation were excellent. Seeing Izabella's hand always in her pocket and her stiff face and evasive eyes, it was clear that she had a hidden agenda.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fierceness.

He lunged at Izabella, grabbed her right hand, and forcibly pulled it over. As he searched her coat, he indeed found a phone inside that was recording.

"You want to get evidence from me?"

Izabella's face panicked, and her eyes couldn't help but overflow with tears.

"Graham, I just want to terminate our contract..." She tried to struggle, but Graham's strength was too strong. Frightened, her whole body shivered and trembled, as chaotic as a small grass in the wind.

Graham stared at her viciously, deleted the recording, and for good measure, he even formatted the phone and smashed it on the ground, shattering the screen.

Izabella cried out, "Don't..." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Graham searched her body thoroughly, making sure there were no recording pens or the like. Then he grabbed Izabella's hair and threw her to the ground. Her hair was caught in his hand, and her fragile little face was forced to look up, her eyes as panicked as a deer's.

Graham said coldly, "If you want to terminate the contract with the company, you have to pay the penalty. Can you afford the high penalty?"

Izabella shook her head in fear.

Graham mocked, "If you can't afford it, just stay put and don't have these indecent ideas. Let me tell you, I've used all these tricks before. You're not qualified to play tricks in front of me."

He never thought that such a weak person would dare to set a trap for him. The more Graham thought about it, the angrier he became, and he raised his hand to slap Izabella.

Izabella dodged quickly, but her neck was still hit. She collapsed on the ground, covering her neck, tears flowing non-stop.

Her thin body lay on the ground, covering her head with both hands, like an armadillo tightly curled up to save its life. Sobbing, she said, "The contract the company gave me is illegal, forcing me to suppress my labor achievements, slander my reputation, and tarnish my name. The company's obligations and rights are equal. You are seriously breaking the law."

"Breaking the law?" Graham laughed as if he had heard a big joke. "Then you can sue me and the company!"

Looking at Izabella's weak face, he laughed arrogantly. "I forgot, with the little money you have, you probably can't even afford a lawyer. And with your current reputation, no one would believe you even if you spoke out. No money, no evidence, and you want to threaten me? Ridiculous!"

After all that sarcasm, Izabella's face turned paler and paler. "You're ignoring the law."

Graham stepped on the phone and squatted down. "Let me tell you, since you're a member of the company and signed a contract in the first place, you should obey the company's arrangements. You just said that the company is pulling strings between men and women to have improper relationships. Weren't you one of the victims too?"

Izabella's face turned cold.

Graham laughed, slapping Izabella's little face like he was patting a dog, blatantly threatening her. "You have to bear it even if you don't want to. After all, killing you is as easy as stepping on an ant. Either you refuse Mr. York yourself, or the company will refuse him for you. Anyway, it's not the first time."

"As for the company's contract, you signed for ten years, and only three years have passed. There are still seven years left. If you really can't stand it, you can choose to die."

Maybe Graham had gotten used to being an agent and bullying the stars in his hands over the years. Once people became arrogant, they can't hide their words and would forget their original intentions. He continued to mock Izabella.

Feeling not satisfied, he even wanted to hit Izabella again. Izabella dodged to the side. "This is a public place. Are you sure you want to hit me here?"

Graham indeed stopped his hand. Although it was a private room, the soundproofing wasn't great, and the staff outside might hear the commotion and break in.

Graham spat. "You settle the bill. And let me remind you one more time: don't play tricks with me. If I find out again, I'll kill you. I don't mind letting the company arrange for you to sleep with someone else. After all, your face is qualified to accompany others to drink."

Izabella seemed frightened and didn't even dare to raise her head. Graham found it boring. She was really a loser. He got up, opened the door of the private room, and left.

After making sure he was far away, Izabella's eyes turned cold again. She picked up the shattered phone from the ground, tore off a tempered film, another protective film, and finally a hydrogel film.