Chapter 207


    “Isabe, the NovaLux advertisement was something you fought for six monthsonths to secure. Now it


    has been just one month into the endorsement and promotional activities, you’re thinking about bailing


    on the event? The advertisers will be furious!”


    Wendy rushed over to persuade her, but Isabe nonchntly set down her phone, “Let them be angry.


    I’ve got more important things to do.”


    More important matters? What could that be?


    Wasn’t her most important task now to maintain her poprity and to prevent Xanthea’s from


    surpassing hers once it airs?


    Seeing the sudden change in ns, the makeup artist paused with lipstick in hand and asked,


    “Isabe, do you still want your makeup done then?”


    “Of course! And not just any makeup I want to look stunning!”


    “What kind of look do you want? Bold, fresh, or something casual?”


    “Let’s do a…”


    Isabe remembered the Facebook post Samuel had just shared.


    @Xanthea, sis, who’s hotter? The golf club or Samuel?


    “A Xanthea–inspired look.”


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    Wendy: “???”


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    “Mr. Nightshade, Mr. Thompson, and Mr. Abbott have booked a session to y in area D an hour from


    now. They were wondering if you’d join them; they wish to see your genuine Simon golf club.”


    “No time,” Samuel shook his head, “It’s almost noon. After this round, I’m off to check on Xan’s filming


    progress and have lunch with her.”


    “Alright!”


    The lush green of the golf course stretched infinitely under the mild breeze that flirted with Samuel’s


    neatly trimmed hair and tugged at his casual jacket, outlining his athletic build.


    Golf club in hand, Samuel leaned forward with a precise and graceful swing. The golf ball arced


    beautifully through the air andnded squarely in the hole!


    “Wow!”


    “Nicely done. Mr. Nightshade!”


    The caddies around him burst into apuse.


    Below the green, an uncontroble female voice rang out, louder than all their ps and cheers


    combined.


    “An eagle!”


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    “Typical of our chairman!”


    Hearing the voice, Samuel nced below. He was about to look away when his gaze inadvertently fell


    back on her.


    She wore a dress identical to Xan’s, a ne just like Xan’s, even her makeup bore a resemnce.


    “Isn’t that Isabe?”


    “What’s she doing here? We didn’t get a booking from her!”


    “Oh my gosh, she’s my idol! Can I go get an autograph?”


    “She really does look better in person than on TV!”


    “Mr. Nightshade.”


    As Samuel’s eyes met hers, the usually poised and bold Isabe felt her confidence wane, reced by


    ant unparalleled nervousness.


    With a tug of insecurity, she tugged at her dress hem and smiled, “What a coincidence seeing you


    here!”


    Samuel looked at her for a few seconds, frowning. No matter how deliberately she tried to imitate, the


    difference was clear the moment she spoke.


    Noticing he wasn’t engaging, and his gaze merely flicked over her dress and ne before


    withdrawing. what Isabe originally intended to say as “Do you remember me?” turned into “Do you


    know


    know me?”


    “Who doesn’t know the big star? On my way here, I just saw Ms. Taylor’s ad.”


    “I meant from before, from our middle school days.”


    Gathering her courage, Isabe walked up to the green toward him, “Back in middle school, at a dance


    competition, Xan and I performed a Swan Lake ballet together. Do you remember that?”


    She mentioned such a distant memory from their middle school days, something Samuel had long


    forgotten. They weren’t even in the same year. But when she mentioned Xanthea, it sparked a memory.