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Giana held her phone, hesitating to dial for a long while. Isabella had already seen her siding with Eliza. Their friendship was over. Would Isabella even want to help?
“You’ve done so much for Isabella in the past, and you’re friends. If she refuses to assist you now, that’s just heartless,” Eliza said.
With a heavy heart, Giana stepped into the corridor and finally made the call. Her heart pounded as the phone rang. Finally, the phone was answered. It was so quiet that Giana heard her own breath. After a tense pause, she said, “Isabella, I’m sorry about today, but I’m just following company orders. I couldn’t defy Eliza’s directive.”
“I understand.” Isabella’s voice was still as cold and pleasant as ever.
Not detecting any anger in her tone, Giana felt a flicker of hope. “I saw your tweet… Could you possibly help clear this up?”
“Okay.” Isabella agreed.
Giana was pleasantly surprised. At the same time, she felt a little guilty. Was it wrong to have wished Isabella misery? Nevertheless, the issue was now resolved. After ending the call, Giana eagerly checked Isabella’s Twitter.
Sure enough, Isabella soon tweeted. In her tweet, Isabella clarified, “Please don’t misunderstand. This has nothing to do with Giana. It was all Eliza’s doing. After all, the employees must follow the company’s directives.”
“Isabella is right. Giana is innocent.”
“Also, Giana said nothing in the recording.”
“Isabella is so thoughtful! She even defended Giana.”
Giana was overwhelmed when she read this.
Then, the door to Eliza’s office swung open. Eliza stormed out and shouted at Giana angrily, “Giana, what are you up to? Are you trying to pin everything on me? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think Isabella would post that.”
“Giana, you’ve really surprised me. I didn’t think you could be so cruel and selfish!” Eliza was furious. Now, the online community was attacking her alone!
Giana was left speechless. She suddenly felt unjustly treated. Did Isabella do this deliberately? Isabella must have done it to sour her relationship with Eliza!
Giana was so upset she began to resent Isabella. Isabella had always been cunning and seemed to always come out on top! She had unknowingly been friends with such a person for so long!
Not just Giana and Eliza, even Elliot was distressed. When he heard Isabella’s recording, it felt as if the world had turned dark. Then, news from his assistant arrived, informing him that many were berating them. Their online store faced harsh criticism, overwhelming the customer service team to a halt.
Darkness clouded Elliot’s vision. Isabella, that bitch! How could she do this to him! He planned to confront Isabella and demand she delete the tweet. How could she, a mere employee, go against him?
Elliot scoffed, ready to leave when his assistant burst in again. “Oh no, Mr. Ruiz!”
“What now? Just calm down.”
“Mr… Mr. Klein is here,” the assistant stammered.
Mr. Klein?
As Elliot puzzled over who Mr. Klein might be, Andrew walked in, looking every bit the lifeline Elliot’s business needed. It was Andrew Klein! He was a gold mine!
Andrew’s various projects in Gemond had significantly boosted several companies’ profits! If he could secure a deal with him, Elliot would forget all about Isabella’s antics!
“Mr. Klein, welcome,” Elliot said, his face creasing into a smile.
“Hello,” Andrew responded casually. He sat down on the sofa with an air of ownership and gestured for his assistant to hand a document to Elliot.
Elliot received it eagerly but was immediately taken aback. A chill seemed to crawl up from the soles of his feet, leaving him frozen.
It was an acquisition contract! Andrew was acquiring their company!
“Mr. Klein, what’s going on? We could partner with you to generate even greater profits, but an acquisition…” Elliot’s voice trailed off, his emotions a tangled mix of shock, confusion, and frustration.
“Mr. Ruiz, please sign here,” Andrew’s assistant prompted, handing over the pen.
Elliot hesitated, his mind racing. This was the company he had poured his heart and soul into for years. It was thriving, finally at its peak, and now he was expected to hand it over. The thought of losing control over everything he had built made him deeply resistant.
But Elliot knew better than to cross Andrew. Everyone in the industry was aware of Andrew’s ruthless reputation and the consequences of getting on his bad side. Companies that resisted Andrew’s acquisitions were often crushed under his influence, their value plummeting until they were worth nothing. By then, any chance of salvaging anything would be lost.
Agreeing to the acquisition now was the only way to ensure he’d walk away with something, even if it wasn’t what he wanted. Knowing he had no other choices, Elliot finally spoke up.
“Mr. Klein, may I ask what I did to offend you?”
Andrew’s assistant answered with a dismissive tone, “Mr. Ruiz, there’s no point in asking.”
The assistant’s response lingered in Elliot’s mind, and suddenly, it all clicked. Could this be because of Isabella and Evie? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. A single miscalculation had led to the downfall of everything he had worked for.
Eventually, Elliot signed the contract, his hand heavy with resignation. As he gathered his belongings and left the office for the last time, he felt the weight of years bearing down on him, as though he had aged a decade in mere moments.
News of Andrew’s acquisition of Elliot’s company quickly reached Edge Entertainment. Many saw Elliot as simply unlucky, but others began to view Isabella in a new light. She had managed to navigate a seemingly hopeless situation and turn it into a significant win.
Recognizing her growing clout, another brand soon reached out to Isabella, eager to collaborate with Evie. After a thorough review, Isabella gave the green light, and Evie was sent to finalize the deal.
Within just two days, Isabella’s strategic moves yielded remarkable results, making everyone else in the office feel immense pressure. Teresa was particularly frustrated. She and Isabella had started at the company at the same time, yet Isabella had outshone her, leaving Teresa feeling insignificant.
A flicker of bitterness crossed her face as she stepped out to make a phone call. “Yes, that’s right. Isabella is very focused on Evie, even planning to enter her in a singing competition. You know, Evie has a background in music, so if she becomes successful, it’s going to reflect poorly on you as her previous agent. People might start questioning why you didn’t do a better job before.”
After delivering her message, Teresa returned to the office with a satisfied smirk. She shot a cold glance at Isabella before casually applying her lipstick, feeling a sense of twisted pleasure. Perhaps Isabella didn’t know that being too impressive could be a curse. After all, it was always the tallest poppy that got cut first.
Later, as Isabella left the office, she was unexpectedly confronted by someone—Evie’s former agent, Larson Welch. His face was flushed with anger. He had been deliberately holding Evie back, trying to keep her under his control. But now, someone else had swooped in, offering her opportunities and threatening his dominance. This was a direct challenge to his authority!
“Isabella, right? I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” Larson said, his tone laced with arrogance, showing no respect.
“Go ahead,” Isabella replied, her voice steady and her expression calm, which only seemed to unsettle Larson further.
“Who gave you the right to start finding opportunities for Evie? Did you even think to get my approval first?” he demanded, his frustration barely contained.
“Didn’t you tell everyone that Evie wasn’t interested in those opportunities? Naturally, I spoke with her, and once she was on board, I did what was necessary. And as for your capabilities, Mr. Welch, shouldn’t the higher-ups be made aware?” Isabella met his gaze without flinching.
Feeling cornered by Isabella’s steady gaze, Larson snapped in frustration, “I’ve got my own strategy. I’m her agent, and from now on, any opportunities you find for her need to go through me first.”
“Understood,” Isabella responded, her tone calm. “I’m planning to enter her in a singing competition. What do you think about that?”
“Absolutely not!” Larson shot back without hesitation. “Her singing is mediocre at best. Entering her in a competition would only tarnish the company’s reputation.”
“Even if she doesn’t win, the experience and exposure would be valuable. Besides, she doesn’t have any more pressing engagements right now, does she?” Isabella replied evenly.
“Drop it. Stay out of this. I’ve got her future mapped out,” Larson insisted, intent on keeping Isabella away from Evie’s career decisions.
“Unfortunately, as the person responsible for seeking opportunities for the artists, I have to ensure what’s best for her,” Isabella responded, her resolve unshaken.
Larson’s frustration bubbled over. “Isabella, do you have to challenge me?”
“I’m focused on what’s best for the artists,” Isabella said, holding her ground.
Larson was livid. As the company’s top agent, he was used to receiving respect from everyone, but Isabella—this newcomer—was blatantly defying him. Her attitude was really starting to get under his skin.
“Fine,” Larson snapped, his voice dripping with anger. “But remember this—if she makes a fool of herself in that competition, that’s on you!” With that, Larson stormed off, silently plotting his next move.
Isabella, however, didn’t spare him a second thought. Later, as she walked to the parking lot, she spotted Andrew’s familiar luxury car waiting for her. She opened the door, only to find someone unexpected inside.
Evie had been ecstatic when she came here and saw the car earlier. She had exclaimed, “Andrew, you do care about me a lot! I can’t believe you came to pick me up yourself. I’m so touched!”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Andrew said flatly, his expression betraying no emotion. “I’m here to pick up Isabella.”
As he spoke, the car door swung open, revealing Isabella. The moment their eyes met, Evie felt a pang of realization—she was the odd one out.
“Alright, I get it. I’m the third wheel here. I’ll just leave,” Evie said as she moved to exit the car.
But Isabella caught her arm. “Stay. You’re not busy, right? Why not join us for dinner at my home?”
“Really?” Evie’s eyes brightened.
Andrew’s cold gaze flicked toward her, making her shrink back. “Actually, Isabella, maybe I should go…”