Chapter 419
No.1
Isabella tasted copper from biting her cheek.
She'd schemed relentlessly to steal this project from Bianca. Orange Media had already begun smearing Bianca's reputation. If this collapsed now...
She inhaled sharply, each word a blade to her heart. "Alex...might be here because of that Horizon reporter. You'd better...find her."
"What?!" The entire film crew erupted in chaos. The Orange Media reporter's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Isabella Winslow forced a pained smile. "It's my fault... I told him Evelyn was coming to cover the shoot. He was furious and said he'd teach her a lesson..."
"Last time, Alexander demanded an apology from her. Not only did she refuse, but she insulted him too... You know how terrible his temper is."
Terrible? More like the devil incarnate!
No.2
"So Lord Alex came to settle scores with Evelyn, but took it out on us when she wasn't here?" The producer found the logic absurd.
What had they done to deserve this?
"Miss Winslow, you need to explain this to Lord Alex! Your team was the one who drove them away! This has nothing to do with us!"
Isabella looked troubled. "You've seen Alexander's temper... Even Eleanor couldn't calm him down..."
She turned to the Orange Media reporter. "Why don't you leave for now? Let's call Horizon's team back to handle this."
"Yes!" The group brightened.
"Let them take the hit!"
No.3
"Better them than us!"
"Hurry and call! They can't have gone far..."
The Horizon trio sat in a noodle shop near the studio.
"Evelyn, when are we heading back?" Charlie flipped through his phone.
"No rush." Evelyn Sinclair picked at her noodles leisurely. "Let's wait a bit longer."
"Wait for what?" Both colleagues asked in unison.
"Wait for Isabella to beg me." Her tone was as casual as discussing the weather.
No.4
Charlie and Iris exchanged glances.
"Do you have dirt on her?"
"Why before the opening ceremony?"
Evelyn smirked. "The thrill is in the timing. Imagine her kneeling to beg us back right before the auspicious moment..."
Her phone rang before she finished.
"Evelyn! We were wrong earlier! Please come back now!"
Evelyn paused.
No.5
That was faster than expected.
Two hours still remained before the ceremony.
She stirred her noodles calmly. "Sorry, we're already on our way to the airport."
The producer's voice trembled. "Name your terms! Just come back now!"
Evelyn narrowed her eyes.
The crew must be in serious trouble.
"Let Isabella beg me in person."
No.6
"Dream on!" Isabella's shrill voice came through the phone.
Evelyn hung up.
The phone rang persistently.
"My noodles are getting soggy," she complained. "Thirty bucks a bowl..."
Charlie and Iris stared.
This woman had nerves of steel.
On the fourth call, Evelyn finally answered.
No.7
"What do you want?!" Isabella hissed through gritted teeth.
"With that attitude..." Evelyn pretended to hang up again.
"I'm begging you!" Isabella's voice shook. "Where are you?"
"Noodle shop, five hundred meters from the set." Evelyn was brisk. "You have five minutes. Bring pen and paper."
Five minutes later, two crew members came panting.
"Miss Winslow can't—"
Evelyn stood to leave.