Chapter 134
That voice…
It sounded so much like Oliver’s.
But he should be at home right now, preparing for my release. He should be too worried to sleep or eat. Maybe I’m just hearing things…
Isabella Montgomery shook her head slightly.
She cleaned up the area after finishing her meal. It was late. She didn’t expect any more visitors tonight.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The sharp sound of high heels echoed down the hall. Each step was confident and aggressive. It revealed the wearer’s strong personality.
The door swung open.
Isabella looked up.
A woman stood in the doorway. She wore a deep burgundy dress suit. Her hair was a mass of voluminous curls. She exuded an air of power and competence.
It was Genevieve Beaumont.
Isabella gave her a quick glance. Then she turned away, completely ignoring her.
Genevieve stepped inside and shut the door. Her eyes swept the room with obvious disdain.
“I never thought the famous diamond boss would end up in a place like this,” she said coldly. “I warned you. The entertainment industry isn’t as simple as you believed.”
“You made a fortune in business. But here, without guidance, you’re easily crushed.”
Isabella acted as if she heard nothing. She carefully washed the fine food container. Then she dried her hands with a tissue.
Genevieve was irritated by her arrogance. She forced herself to stay calm.
“Isabella, honestly, I admire you,” she said, changing her tone. “Your ability to turn situations around has always impressed me. Sign with me. I can solve all your current problems. I guarantee you’ll become a top star in Westchester. What do you say?”
Isabella tossed the tissue away. She walked to the bed and sat down. She leaned back against the headboard lazily. Her expression was cool and detached. She radiated an aloof, uninterested energy.
Genevieve finally lost her patience.
“Isabella! I’m talking to you!” she snapped. “Are you even listening? You’re at rock bottom. I came here to help you. How dare you be so disrespectful!”
“Let me make this clear. No one else can save you but me. Signing with me is your only chance!”
“Huh?” Isabella raised an eyebrow. She looked directly at Genevieve. “Who are you?”
Who are you?
The question was like a slap.
Genevieve was stunned. She had just spent all that time pitching her offer. And Isabella didn’t even know who she was?
She was furious. She felt her blood pressure rising.
They had spoken on the phone before. Isabella had been dismissive then. But this was worse. This was a direct insult.
Genevieve was the PR Queen. Everyone in the industry knew her. How could Isabella not recognize her?
She was doing this on purpose.
Genevieve gritted her teeth.
“Isabella, what gives you the right to refuse me?” she hissed. “Do you not realize you’re being sentenced tomorrow? You’ll have to pay massive compensations. Have you thought about how you’ll live the rest of your life?”
“If you sign with me, you’ll be SilverPeak’s top star. You’ll not only be cleared of all charges, but you’ll also be famous across the city. If you choose to stay stubborn and ignorant, you’ll rot in jail!”
“The air in jail is probably hundreds of times fresher than at your SilverPeak Entertainment,” Isabella replied coolly. “Has no one ever told you that your breath stinks?”
She shot Genevieve a look of disgust. Then she scooted closer to the wall.
Genevieve was enraged. Her face twisted. Her hands clenched into fists.
“Isabella! I’m asking you one last time!” she yelled. “Will you be a fool, or will you sign with me? Don’t forget—in everyone’s eyes, you’re finished!”
“Your bad breath is truly extreme,” Isabella said calmly. “Here. Have one of these.”
She picked up a strip of chewing gum from beside her pillow. In one swift, sharp motion, she flung it directly at Genevieve.
Genevieve tried to dodge, but she was too slow.
The gum shot straight into her mouth. She choked and gagged.
“Ugh!” She frantically pulled the gum out. She glared at Isabella with pure hatred. “Isabella! Just you wait! I look forward to seeing how pathetic you are tomorrow!”
She turned on her heel and stormed out. The loud click-clack of her heels echoed through the detention center.
Outside the police station, Genevieve made a call.
“Get me ten influencers for tomorrow,” she ordered coldly. “Prepare them to livestream the hearing. Also, get me these things. I’ll make sure Isabella Montgomery never recovers from this.”