Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 322

Luckily, she had enough protective film on my phone so it didn't get smashed, or else it would be such a waste to sacrifice my phone just to deal with a jerk.

Her phone got formatted and the recording got deleted, so there was no way to recover it. But Izabella never planned on using her phone to get evidence from Graham anyway.

He'd been in the entertainment industry for so long, so he'd pretty cautious and wouldn't spill any secrets easily. But he had one fatal flaw.

He was like a string of firecrackers, ready to explode with just a spark, or a balloon that can be popped with a single poke.

People tended to spill their guts when they were emotional. Graham had been holding back his dissatisfaction with Izabella since yesterday, just waiting for the right moment to vent his anger on someone weak. And Izabella, who had no value to him, was the perfect target, especially with Kristin disliking her as well.

As expected, Izabella easily got him to spill the beans, and it was even easier than she thought with a lot of information.

Izabella took off her hairpin and connected it to her phone. A long recording and a blurry video were saved inside.

The video was too blurry to tell if it would be useful, but Izabella decided to save it and find a professional to help later.

After saving the video and audio on her phone, she connected to the internet in the room and logged into a social media app, setting the video to be sent in a timed message. Then she logged into other accounts and did the same thing.

She was always cautious and liked to have backup plans. Once everything was set, she uninstalled the social media app for now.

Izabella ordered an expensive coffee and enjoyed it while slowly opening WhatsApp and sending the recording.

She watched the time tick by: one minute, two minutes, three minutes... five minutes later, the phone rang.

Izabella rested her chin on her hand, phone on the table, and slid the screen up with her elegant index finger.

"Izabella! You're good!"

"I learned it all from you. Come back and let's settle this…"

Before she could finish, the call was hung up. Izabella patiently waited. It took Graham 25 minutes to leave, but only 15 to return.

He looked out of breath, his eyes red with fury.

Izabella wasn't scared. After all, she had seen much worse when she was with Brett.

Graham looked at the intact phone on the table, his expression slightly puzzled. Then he quickly realized that he had been played by Izabella from the start.

She purposely let him find her recording phone, baiting him into talking when he was angry. Instead of being cautious, he foolishly spilled everything he shouldn't have.

The recording Izabella sent him contained too many secrets about the executives. If it got out, he'd be done for.

Graham became much more cautious. Even though he wanted to kill Izabella now, he had to be careful in case she was still recording.

Izabella noticed him staring at her phone and said, "Even if you take my phone now, it's useless. I've saved the recordings and videos on numerous accounts. If I can't walk out of here safely today, they'll be sent to all my social media accounts. You know I have millions of haters because of you guys, so it'll only take seconds for the recordings to spread."

Graham wanted to have all of Izabella's social media accounts deleted, but she saw right through him. "It's too late for that. I've changed the phone numbers and passwords for all my accounts, so you can't log in. And just yesterday, I applied for protection, so you can't delete them either."

After saying all this in one breath, Izabella elegantly picked up her coffee cup.

The room went silent, except for Izabella's coffee-sipping and Graham's increasingly labored breathing.

"What do you want?"

Izabella didn't answer for a good ten seconds, making Graham even more anxious. "You wanted to terminate the contract, right? I'll talk to the company right now."

Izabella leaned back in her seat, her eyes sharp and completely different from the weak and listless girl before.

Graham was shocked, but before he could react, Izabella said with a smile, "I don't want to terminate the contract now."

"What do you want then?" Izabella held evidence against both him and Kristin. Were they supposed to just let their reputations be ruined?

"Seems like you haven't given me my share of profits in recent years. I did some calculations, and although it's not much, it's at least 150,000 after taxes. Just give me 200,000."

Graham's eyes were filled with rage. He could afford 200,000, but it wasn't a small amount. Why not use it to date some beautiful women, have a nice meal, or even buy a bunch of clothes?

"I want the female supporting role in Blood Ties. If you or Kristin have any objections or dissatisfaction, just suck it up."

Graham's face turned red.

Izabella continued, her coffee cup in hand, "And also…"

"What else?" Graham asked, his eyes looking murderous.

"I want to participate in the variety show Here Comes the Superstars."

Hearing that it was just a variety show, Graham briefly let out a sigh of relief. "I agree to these three conditions. Can you delete the recordings and videos now?"

Izabella scoffed, "Just a verbal agreement, and you think I'll give up my leverage? Are you stupid, or do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Then we'll sign an agreement and stamp it. Is that good enough?"

"No, the leverage must be used to its full potential. Don't worry, as long as you agree to these conditions, I won't release them. I'm not a promise-breaking villain. Just think of it like a safety bomb. I'll reset the timer every day to avoid accidentally releasing them." Izabella emphasized the words "accidentally," blatantly threatening him.

Graham stared at Izabella fiercely. "What if you forget one day?"

Izabella said softly, "I have a pretty good memory, you know. If you're really worried, you can remind me every day."

Graham felt suffocated and wanted to blow up, but he had to hold it in. He slowly walked up to Izabella and looked down at her, trying to intimidate her with his presence. He sneered, "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to torture people to death without making a sound. Aren't you afraid you'll die from the backlash?"

Izabella hated being looked at like that, so she didn't hold back. She kicked Graham's crotch and quickly slapped his face.

Graham was in disbelief, not knowing whether to protect his lower half or his face. In the end, he couldn't help but collapse like a shrimp on the ground, covering his aching sensitive parts and groaning in pain. He pointed at Izabella and said, "Aren't you afraid..."

Izabella's disdainful laughter cut off Graham's words. She had put all her strength into that kick and slap, not just for herself but for "Bell Salotti."

Izabella dusted off her coat, walked up to Graham, and said, "What am I afraid of? I'll just see whether you guys defeat me first or I defeat you. As for you, it's as simple as stepping on an ant."

The last sentence was something Graham had said before, and now she was giving it back to him.

"Don't test my patience. I forgot to tell you, I recorded audio and video not only for social platforms but also for the police station."

Graham's face changed at the news, and at this moment, he was genuinely scared. Why did he ever think Izabella was weak and easy to bully? She was clearly a rock!

"So, don't try to threaten me. You can boldly guess how much my chips can be exchanged for."

Right now, Izabella's situation couldn't get any worse, so she didn't care if she offended anyone.

Graham was completely dumbfounded, forgetting his physical pain, and stared blankly at Izabella's beautiful face, bitterly asking, "Who the hell are you?"

Izabella casually picked up a magazine from the table, bent down, and patted Graham's face with it. The magazine made a sound as it hit his face; it didn't hurt, but it was extremely humiliating. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She laughed and said, "I'm Izabella, duh."