Chapter 323
It was Master Worthington.
A living legend in the art of calligraphy.
A single stroke of his brush could command millions.
His masterpieces were enshrined in the national museum.
A man of his stature…was calling her?
Isabella finally answered. “Master Worthington, this is an honor.”
“Isabella, this event is a triumph. You single-handedly restored Arabella’s reputation! Your strategic mind is exceptional!” Master Worthington’s voice brimmed with genuine admiration.
Even though Arabella was proven to be the victim, the scandal had left a stain. The ‘other woman’ label was hard to shake. It had cost her followers and credibility.
But this move was pure genius.
Not only did it position Arabella as a philanthropist, but partnering with Genevieve ensured even Genevieve’s fans would embrace her. It skyrocketed their public approval.
An undeniable masterstroke in reputation management.
“The credit isn’t mine,” Isabella confessed. “The strategy came from another formidable woman. I have immense respect for her.”
During their meeting at GoldenPhoenix, when Isabella was ready to terminate contracts, Isabella Montgomery had proposed the charity foundation. The plan unfolded perfectly with Arabella and Genevieve’s joint announcement. The results exceeded all expectations.
Master Worthington was stunned. “It wasn’t your idea? There’s another strategic genius in your industry besides Genevieve Beaumont? Who could conceive something this brilliant? I’ll be direct. My granddaughter is facing… difficulties. Her public image is suffering. I need your help. Her help.”
“Well…” Isabella considered Isabella Montgomery’s status and demanding schedule. She hesitated. “She is… highly selective. I’m uncertain if she’ll take the case. But I can ask.”
“Please do,” Master Worthington replied. “Convey my message. Money is no object. Tomorrow at eight. I’ll be waiting at The Ivy.”
“Understood.”
At The Grand Monarch…
Isabella Montgomery had fallen back asleep after sending the proposal to Julian. Troubling dreams made her rest uneasy. She slept until noon to compensate for the lost hours.
Nathaniel chose not to disturb her. He instructed Dominic to bring his documents. He set up a temporary office in the living room, working while he waited.
Dominic checked the time. Anxiety crept into his voice. “Sir, the international summit is at two. Should we wake Ms. Montgomery?”
“No,” Nathaniel’s tone was firm.
He glanced toward the bedroom door. His voice dropped to a low murmur. “Reschedule the summit for four this afternoon.”
Reschedule.
Dominic felt a wave of dread. The attendees were global leaders. Their schedules were nightmares to coordinate across time zones. This meeting had been locked in for over a month.
“Is there a problem?” Nathaniel’s brow furrowed.
“None, sir. I’ll handle it immediately.” Dominic turned and left.
His boss was utterly bewitched. Reason had flown out the window. Refusal was not an option.
The buzzing of her phone finally roused Isabella. Half-asleep, she answered.
“Ms. Montgomery, I hope I’m not interrupting.” It was Beatrice. “I am so relieved I didn’t terminate our contract. The event was a phenomenal success. I owe you a great debt of gratitude.”
Isabella made a soft, acknowledging sound. Her eyes remained closed.
“There’s another matter,” Beatrice continued. “An esteemed gentleman was deeply impressed by your strategic planning. His granddaughter is currently embroiled in a… reputation crisis. He is desperate for your assistance. He has authorized me to say he will pay any price. He is a deeply respected artist. A titan in his field. I sincerely hope you can help him.”
Isabella’s brow creased. Any price? Money wasn’t an incentive. But extra funds for Oliver’s toys were always welcome.
Her current plan for Victoria required patience. She was waiting for Victoria to make her move. The execution was still weeks away. She had the time.
“Fine,” Isabella agreed.
“Thank you! Thank you! He will be waiting for you at The Ivy. Tonight at eight.”