Chapter 321


    At 6 a.m., Izabe got up on time, went for an hour-long run, and came back to take a shower and


    make breakfast.


    Her stomach cancer in her previous life taught her a profound lesson, that she must maintain a


    regr schedule and eat on time. Nothing was more important than her health.


    She used to cook a table full of food every day waiting for Brett toe home. Not only did he


    never show up, but she also ended up getting stomach cancer. Izabeughed at herself, calling


    herself an idiot.


    At 9 a.m., the courier called her to pick up a parcel. Izabe put on a coat, sunsses, and a mask.


    On a weekday, there weren''t many people in the neighborhood, mostly old men exercising and


    grandmothers taking care of children.


    Izabe picked up the parcel from memory and took it back to her room. Inside were a bunch of


    loose parts. After she assembled them, it was about the length of a finger.


    Izabe clipped this newly assembled little thing to her hair, and it looked like an ordinary hair clip. If


    you didn''t look closely, it wouldn''t attract much attention.


    There wasn''t much time, so she could only barely finish assembling one. In the future, she would


    have to install more to prevent sudden incidents.


    There were still some vegetables in the fridge, so Izabe cooked a te of pasta with lots of chili


    peppers for lunch. She loved spicy food, but because of her stomach cancer, she couldn''t eat spicy


    food, which was torture for her.


    Now, her body was healthy...


    Very healthy?


    Izabe fell into deep thought. Was her body really healthy? She had a feeling of forgetting


    something important.


    After quickly finishing her lunch, Izabe returned to her bedroom and started rummaging aimlessly.


    Eventually, she found arge pile of documents at the bottom of a drawer in the wardrobe, and at


    the very bottom was a medical record for depression.


    The date wasst year when Bell had just left Nathaniel and found out about her depression at the


    hospital. At that time, she was only mildly depressed. She didn''t go for counseling and kept her


    feelings bottled up. But with the growing abuse on the inte, her depression worsened.


    Bell had always been treated unfairly since she was young. She wasn''t so much resilient as she


    was used to people''s malice.


    A camel can carry a heavy load under high pressure, but in the end, it was just thest straw that


    broke the camel''s back.


    Her fate was very simr to Bell''s, both being treated unfairly and surrounded by people''s malice,


    endless spection, and the indifference of bystanders. The strong person who maintained her


    strength with a smile was gradually forced into death.


    Izabe put down the medical diagnosis in her hand and let out a long sigh.


    After lunch, her agent Graham sent her an address for a retro coffee shop.


    Izabe tidied up and took a taxi there. She liked to be punctual. She arrived at the booked room at


    1:50 p.m., and a waiter led her in.


    Graham was sitting in a chair, only slightly raising his head when he heard the noise, and then


    continued grinding coffee.


    Izabe quickly nced around. Graham wasn''t a generous person. Bell was very weak and had


    been cheated out of a lot of money by him. When they ate together, he always ordered the most


    expensive dishes but never paid or epted splitting the bill. If you said anything about it, he would


    turn it around and call you stingy.


    This coffee shop charged at least 5,000 for a three-hour reservation. Izabe thought to herself.


    "Graham, I''m here..."


    Graham looked at her and didn''t let her sit down. Izabe didn''t sit and obediently stood in front of


    him with her head down, looking very easy to bully.


    "Why didn''t you do what I told you yesterday?"


    Izabe blinked her bright eyes innocently, and her clear pupils were like a spring. "Where didn''t I


    follow your instructions yesterday? I was on time for the audition."


    Thinking about yesterday made Graham angry. He asked Izabe, "Why didn''t you wear makeup


    when I told you to?"


    Izabe stammered, "The audition didn''t allow makeup, and I don''t have any makeup products. You


    know how low my sry is, I can''t afford to buy makeup. Why don''t you ask the boss to arrange


    some work for me and increase my sry?"


    Graham didn''t call Izabe today to talk about her makeup. He wanted her to refuse the job on


    Blood Ties.


    "Call Mr. York and refuse the job right now."


    Izabe pretended not to understand, "Why? You asked me to audition for this TV show, I


    seeded, and now you want me to refuse it? What will Mr. York think of me?"


    "What does that have to do with me? I told you to audition for the third female role, not the female


    supporting role." He began to shirk responsibility. "Izabe, I''m considering this for your benefit. You


    know the female supporting role was already given to someone else, and doing this will get you


    criticized."


    "I''m used to being chewed out. Don''t worry, I can handle it."


    Graham frowned impatiently, staring at the woman in front of him. She was still the same weak


    person who didn''t dare to breathe loudly, but today she spoke up unexpectedly. That strange feeling


    came again, as if the person in front of him had suddenly changed.


    "I''m telling you the truth; thepany won''t let you take this TV show. If you''re obedient, they''ll


    arrange other schedules for you. If you''re not, the only result is you being blocked, and your life is


    over."


    Her life was already over, and Izabe didn''t change her expression. "Are you threatening me?"


    Graham sneered, "An employee should obey thepany''s arrangements."


    Izabe put her hands in her coat pockets, "So I deserve to be used by you as a human shield?


    Five months ago, you knew I had nothing to do with that director, but you forced me to admit it. And


    the rumors about Kristin and the male star''s private meeting, you used my Twitter ount to post


    untrue things, viting my privacy and ruining my reputation. Do I deserve that too?"


    Graham''s frown deepened. "This is the result of thepany''s negotiation. Kristin has a pure


    image, and she can''t have any scandals. But you''re different. You have more haters than fans, and


    didn''t you just say that you''re used to being criticized? Your presence was low before, but now


    you''re famous even though a lot of people are hating you. What''s the scariest thing in the


    entertainment industry? It''s having no fame and no attention. Don''t you even understand this simple


    truth? If you can''t even bear this, you shouldn''t have entered the entertainment industry in the first


    ce."


    Bell was killed by this kind of wrong thinking and countless scumbags like him.


    To those capitalists, Kristin was a cash cow, so no matter what happened, they would try their best


    to protect her. On the other hand, for those tools who couldn''t make money for them, they deserved


    to be sacrificed.


    "Graham, so you admit what thepany did to me back then?" Izabe said. "There must be


    many poor people like me in thepany, right? I heard that the top executives often let female


    stars go out to drink with others, pull strings between men and women to have improper


    rtionships, and some of them are even underage."


    Graham''s face changed. Where did Izabe learn these secrets?


    Actually, she didn''t learn them; it happened to her. When Bell signed with thepany at the age of


    18, she was introduced to Nathaniel within two months. The whole shady deal was obvious.


    If there was one Bell Salotti, there would be a second one. To get rid of the rats, she had to start


    from the root, such as finding the rat hole and dealing with all the rats. She moved her hand in her


    coat pocket.


    Having been an agent for so many years, Graham''s perception and observation were excellent.


    Seeing Izabe''s hand always in her pocket and her stiff face and evasive eyes, it was clear that


    she had a hidden agenda.


    Suddenly, he thought of something, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fierceness.


    He lunged at Izabe, grabbed her right hand, and forcibly pulled it over. As he searched her coat,


    he indeed found a phone inside that was recording.


    "You want to get evidence from me?"


    Izabe''s face panicked, and her eyes couldn''t help but overflow with tears.


    "Graham, I just want to terminate our contract..." She tried to struggle, but Graham''s strength was


    too strong. Frightened, her whole body shivered and trembled, as chaotic as a small grass in the


    wind.


    Graham stared at her viciously, deleted the recording, and for good measure, he even formatted the


    phone and smashed it on the ground, shattering the screen.


    Izabe cried out, "Don''t..."


    Graham searched her body thoroughly, making sure there were no recording pens or the like. Then


    he grabbed Izabe''s hair and threw her to the ground. Her hair was caught in his hand, and her


    fragile little face was forced to look up, her eyes as panicked as a deer''s.


    Graham said coldly, "If you want to terminate the contract with thepany, you have to pay the


    penalty. Can you afford the high penalty?"


    Izabe shook her head in fear.


    Graham mocked, "If you can''t afford it, just stay put and don''t have these indecent ideas. Let me tell


    you, I''ve used all these tricks before. You''re not qualified to y tricks in front of me."


    He never thought that such a weak person would dare to set a trap for him. The more Graham


    thought about it, the angrier he became, and he raised his hand to p Izabe.


    Izabe dodged quickly, but her neck was still hit. She copsed on the ground, covering her neck,


    tears flowing non-stop.


    Her thin bodyy on the ground, covering her head with both hands, like an armadillo tightly curled


    up to save its life. Sobbing, she said, "The contract thepany gave me is illegal, forcing me to


    suppress mybor achievements, nder my reputation, and tarnish my name. Thepany''s


    obligations and rights are equal. You are seriously breaking thew."


    "Breaking thew?" Grahamughed as if he had heard a big joke. "Then you can sue me and the


    company!"


    Looking at Izabe''s weak face, heughed arrogantly. "I forgot, with the little money you have, you


    probably can''t even afford awyer. And with your current reputation, no one would believe you


    even if you spoke out. No money, no evidence, and you want to threaten me? Ridiculous!"


    After all that sarcasm, Izabe''s face turned paler and paler. "You''re ignoring thew."


    Graham stepped on the phone and squatted down. "Let me tell you, since you''re a member of the


    company and signed a contract in the first ce, you should obey thepany''s arrangements.


    You just said that thepany is pulling strings between men and women to have improper


    rtionships. Weren''t you one of the victims too?"


    Izabe''s face turned cold.


    Grahamughed, pping Izabe''s little face like he was patting a dog, tantly threatening her.


    "You have to bear it even if you don''t want to. After all, killing you is as easy as stepping on an ant.


    Either you refuse Mr. York yourself, or thepany will refuse him for you. Anyway, it''s not the first


    time."


    "As for thepany''s contract, you signed for ten years, and only three years have passed. There


    are still seven years left. If you really can''t stand it, you can choose to die."


    Maybe Graham had gotten used to being an agent and bullying the stars in his hands over the


    years. Once people became arrogant, they can''t hide their words and would forget their original


    intentions. He continued to mock Izabe.


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    Feeling not satisfied, he even wanted to hit Izabe again. Izabe dodged to the side. "This is a


    public ce. Are you sure you want to hit me here?"


    Graham indeed stopped his hand. Although it was a private room, the soundproofing wasn''t great,


    and the staff outside might hear themotion and break in.


    Graham spat. "You settle the bill. And let me remind you one more time: don''t y tricks with me. If


    I find out again, I''ll kill you. I don''t mind letting thepany arrange for you to sleep with someone


    else. After all, your face is qualified to apany others to drink."


    Izabe seemed frightened and didn''t even dare to raise her head. Graham found it boring. She


    was really a loser. He got up, opened the door of the private room, and left.


    After making sure he was far away, Izabe''s eyes turned cold again. She picked up the shattered


    phone from the ground, tore off a tempered film, another protective film, and finally a hydrogel film.