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Chapter 2000
Chapter 2000
Chapter 2000 It was only after Max began working closely with Isabel that he got a firm grasp on her temper. She was easy to get along with. She was also a terrific actor and very intelligent.
She treated people the same way they treated her. If you were on good terms with her, she would treat you kindly as well. If you stayed out of her way, she would keep out of your way as well. However, if you dared to get on her bad side, she would make sure you got what you deserved.
There had been several stars who tried to usurp her place, but it did not work out well for any of them. Max admired and respected her very much, he was also wary of offending her.
He smiled sheepishly at Isabel after.
Isabel fell into a pensive silence, then she probed. "How much is he investing?"
Max shaped the figure with his fingers.
Isabel's eyes glowed up.
One hundred million!
Certainly a hefty investment.
"Okay, I'll go." She readily agreed.
Given such a sizable investment, they no longer had to worry about the funds and this would also mean a subsequent quality improvement in the set.
She would just go out for a meal with the investor, nothing more.
They dined at Elysian House.
After leaving the set, Max drove her to the restaurant.
One of the assistant directors had shown up ahead of them and was already waiting for them at the entrance.
Upon noticing their arrival, he hurriedly approached them and said anxiously, "Director Max, Isabel, come in quickly. He's already here, he’s waiting inside the private box upstairs."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
Max obliged. "Okay, let's head up there right now.”
Isabel followed them inside.
Before long, they had marched up the stairs and were approaching the said private box. The assistant director stepped forward and opened the door for them.
Isabel walked inside after Max.
Set inside the private box was a round table with a chandelier above it.
Inside the room was a young man seated at the table, directly facing the door.
They met eyes the moment they entered the box.
He wore an expertly-tailored dark suit and sat like an elegant prince, holding a glass of wine that he gently twirled around in his palms.
The moment he saw Isabel, he smiled wickedly at her and greeted her like one would an old friend, "Good evening, Miss Isabel.” Isabel halted. She could feel her body tightening.
Decker Rockwell!
He was the mysterious investor!
"Isabel, this is Mr. Decker," upon noticing Isabel's silence, the assistant director whispered in Isabel's ears to hint at her to break the ice.
Isabel clenched her jaw. She abruptly ripped off her mask and confronted Decker with a vicious smile. "Decker, you sure have some guts dragging your sorry *ss to Westchester, don’t you?"
The smile was wiped off of Decker's eyes for a brief instant. Meanwhile, Max and the assistant director seemed completely flabbergasted. "Isabel, you-you can’t speak to Mr. Decker like that." The assistant director urged cautiously.
Max asked in a low voice, ‘Isabel, are you acquainted with Mr. Decker already?" "| do." Isabel looked at Decker sharply. "He’s my nemesis.
Max and the assistant director were floored by this turn of events.
Decker chuckled softly.
He put down the wineglass. Then, he rose ceremoniously and began approaching Isabel. He said as he approached, "Isabel, it's been five years, do you still hate me?
He spoke in a gentle, soothing tone.