Chapter 61

Maxwell and his team watched from the shadows, their eyes wide with disbelief. Was their boss really going to hit him?

Isabella showed no hesitation. She revved the motorcycle's engine and charged straight toward him.

When Alexander realized she wasn't bluffing, that she was mere inches away, he instinctively leaped aside. The bike moved so fast it nearly caught his sleeve, forcing him to stumble backward.

Isabella glanced at him from the corner of her eye. A mocking smile curled her lips as she flipped him off.

Her wild hair streamed behind her in the night wind. She was fearless.

On the other side, Alexander stood pale with rage. The veins on his forehead throbbed with fury. The woman who once adored him had nearly run him over and then insulted him!

Why had she changed? How could she stop loving him?

No, it was impossible! This was just another one of her games to get his attention!

Alexander watched as Isabella disappeared into the distance.

"Isabella, if you wanted my attention, you've got it!" He turned to his assistant in the car and ordered, "Prepare a bouquet of roses. Send them to her shooting location tomorrow."

Alexander knew better than anyone that roses had been her favorite for eighteen years. Back when she followed him everywhere, she always begged him for roses.

Surely, she would melt when she received them tomorrow.

Women. They loved to play hard to get.

Isabella headed straight for the shower when she reached her manor. Just three minutes with that jerk made her feel sick.

As she stepped out, she noticed Julian was still there. Drying her hair, she asked, "Why are you still here?"

"You're famous now, but you don't seem to care. Naturally, I have a lot to handle," Julian replied, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

Dozens of companies and brands had sent invitations to Isabella in just one day. Some wanted her as a brand ambassador, others for runway shows, and some sought collaborations hoping for her investment.

After reviewing every email carefully, Julian concluded, "Among all these, Guci is the most prestigious. It would be good for you, but it's highly competitive. The condition is to shoot a cover with Victoria, each representing a different color collection. Whoever's collection sells better wins."

Isabella frowned. Why would Guci suddenly use such a competitive tactic?

No doubt, this was another scheme from that fake bitch. So Victoria wanted to use her fame to boost her own? To defeat her in this showdown?

"I'll take it. Since Victoria wants to play, I can't say no. I just hope she won't regret it." Isabella tossed her half-dried hair and walked away.

She needed an early night, all to make Victoria regret ever proposing this.

Watching her leave, Julian smiled slightly. This woman grew more arrogant every day. He could only hope everything went according to plan.

Thinking of the plan, he made a call after leaving the manor. "Release the draft," he said into the phone.

Soon, a catchy article with an attention-grabbing headline became the center of discussion.