Chapter 92

The Guci editorial face-off is happening in forty-eight hours. Why aren't you making a move? I’m ready to assist you with anything, anytime. I guarantee I can capture your photos a thousand times better.

Isabella stretched lazily. Is that the only reason you called me at this hour?

Absolutely! We’re furious on your behalf. You’re stunning—those internet trolls have no right to judge you. You’re our boss, the one and only. No one gets to tear you down like that! Maxwell’s voice vibrated with anger.

Isabella remained unbothered, rubbing her eyes calmly. I spoke with Julian Hawthorne yesterday. This was my plan all along. I know what I’m doing. You’ll understand my strategy during the editorial. Relay this to the team: do not interfere. Stop worrying.

She ended the call without another word.

Sleep was now impossible. She reached for her phone and opened her social media apps.

Twitter had exploded overnight.

Whether Victoria had orchestrated it or not, countless users had joined the hate train. Many even posted Victoria’s photos with mocking captions.

[Look at Victoria’s elegance, Isabella. She outshines you in every way.]

[Quit selling diamonds and fix your appearance. You’re a disaster!]

[Was Chanel your peak? Or were you using a stand-in?]

[Have some professional dignity. These photos are an insult to the industry.]

[I can’t believe Guci chose you as an ambassador. They must be blind.]

Every comment was drenched in venom.

#WhatHappenedToIsabella was now the top trending topic.

Isabella sank into the sofa, a sly smile curling her crimson lips.

Everything was unfolding exactly as she envisioned.

Let’s see how long Victoria and her fans can keep their arrogance intact.

The doorbell chimed.

Who could that be?

Isabella padded to the door and checked the peephole. Alexander Whitmore stood there, impeccably dressed and radiating confidence.

Her mind flashed back to last night’s events.

Alexander had faced a minor crisis during a live stream featuring Luwak coffee and bean grinding. His quick thinking had turned it into a triumph, earning praise from viewers and business leaders alike.

His looks were undeniable—the epitome of a charismatic CEO. Every gesture was photogenic, sending fans into a frenzy.

Within twenty-four hours, Alexander’s images had flooded the internet. Fans were begging him to quit his CEO role and become an actor.

Isabella scoffed. He had just resolved a crisis, and now he was here to flaunt it?

She had zero interest in dealing with him. She turned away and lounged back on the sofa.

Alexander was persistent. The doorbell rang again and again.

Giving up wasn’t in his nature.

He was determined to make Isabella submit to him, just like she used to.