Chapter 322
Luckily, she had enough protective film on my phone so it didn''t get smashed, or else it would be
such a waste to sacrifice my phone just to deal with a jerk.
Her phone got formatted and the recording got deleted, so there was no way to recover it. But
Izabe never nned on using her phone to get evidence from Graham anyway.
He''d been in the entertainment industry for so long, so he''d pretty cautious and wouldn''t spill any
secrets easily. But he had one fatal w.
He was like a string of firecrackers, ready to explode with just a spark, or a balloon that can be
popped with a single poke.
People tended to spill their guts when they were emotional. Graham had been holding back his
dissatisfaction with Izabe since yesterday, just waiting for the right moment to vent his anger on
someone weak. And Izabe, who had no value to him, was the perfect target, especially with
Kristin disliking her as well.
As expected, Izabe easily got him to spill the beans, and it was even easier than she thought with
a lot of information.
Izabe took off her hairpin and connected it to her phone. A long recording and a blurry video were
saved inside.
The video was too blurry to tell if it would be useful, but Izabe decided to save it and find a
professional to helpter.
After saving the video and audio on her phone, she connected to the inte in the room and
logged into a social media app, setting the video to be sent in a timed message. Then she logged
into other ounts and did the same thing.
She was always cautious and liked to have backup ns. Once everything was set, she uninstalled
the social media app for now.
Izabe ordered an expensive coffee and enjoyed it while slowly opening WhatsApp and sending
the recording.
She watched the time tick by: one minute, two minutes, three minutes... five minutester, the
phone rang.
Izabe rested her chin on her hand, phone on the table, and slid the screen up with her elegant
index finger.
"Izabe! You''re good!"
"I learned it all from you. Come back and let''s settle this…"
Before she could finish, the call was hung up. Izabe patiently waited. It took Graham 25 minutes
to leave, but only 15 to return.
He looked out of breath, his eyes red with fury.
Izabe wasn''t scared. After all, she had seen much worse when she was with Brett.
Graham looked at the intact phone on the table, his expression slightly puzzled. Then he quickly
realized that he had been yed by Izabe from the start.
She purposely let him find her recording phone, baiting him into talking when he was angry. Instead
of being cautious, he foolishly spilled everything he shouldn''t have.
The recording Izabe sent him contained too many secrets about the executives. If it got out, he''d
be done for.
Graham became much more cautious. Even though he wanted to kill Izabe now, he had to be
careful in case she was still recording.
Izabe noticed him staring at her phone and said, "Even if you take my phone now, it''s useless.
I''ve saved the recordings and videos on numerous ounts. If I can''t walk out of here safely today,
they''ll be sent to all my social media ounts. You know I have millions of haters because of you
guys, so it''ll only take seconds for the recordings to spread."
Graham wanted to have all of Izabe''s social media ounts deleted, but she saw right through
him. "It''s toote for that. I''ve changed the phone numbers and passwords for all my ounts, so
you can''t log in. And just yesterday, I applied for protection, so you can''t delete them either."
After saying all this in one breath, Izabe elegantly picked up her coffee cup.
The room went silent, except for Izabe''s coffee-sipping and Graham''s increasinglybored
breathing.
"What do you want?"
Izabe didn''t answer for a good ten seconds, making Graham even more anxious. "You wanted to
terminate the contract, right? I''ll talk to thepany right now."
Izabe leaned back in her seat, her eyes sharp andpletely different from the weak and listless
girl before.
Graham was shocked, but before he could react, Izabe said with a smile, "I don''t want to
terminate the contract now."
"What do you want then?" Izabe held evidence against both him and Kristin. Were they supposed
to just let their reputations be ruined?
"Seems like you haven''t given me my share of profits in recent years. I did some calctions, and
although it''s not much, it''s at least 150,000 after taxes. Just give me 200,000."
Graham''s eyes were filled with rage. He could afford 200,000, but it wasn''t a small amount. Why not
use it to date some beautiful women, have a nice meal, or even buy a bunch of clothes?
"I want the female supporting role in Blood Ties. If you or Kristin have any objections or
dissatisfaction, just suck it up."
Graham''s face turned red.
Izabe continued, her coffee cup in hand, "And also…"
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"What else?" Graham asked, his eyes looking murderous.
"I want to participate in the variety show Here Comes the Superstars."
Hearing that it was just a variety show, Graham briefly let out a sigh of relief. "I agree to these three
conditions. Can you delete the recordings and videos now?"
Izabe scoffed, "Just a verbal agreement, and you think I''ll give up my leverage? Are you stupid, or
do you think I''m an idiot?"
"Then we''ll sign an agreement and stamp it. Is that good enough?"
"No, the leverage must be used to its full potential. Don''t worry, as long as you agree to these
conditions, I won''t release them. I''m not a promise-breaking viin. Just think of it like a safety
bomb. I''ll reset the timer every day to avoid identally releasing them." Izabe emphasized the
words "identally," tantly threatening him.
Graham stared at Izabe fiercely. "What if you forget one day?"
Izabe said softly, "I have a pretty good memory, you know. If you''re really worried, you can remind
me every day."
Graham felt suffocated and wanted to blow up, but he had to hold it in. He slowly walked up to
Izabe and looked down at her, trying to intimidate her with his presence. He sneered, "I
underestimated you. I didn''t expect you to torture people to death without making a sound. Aren''t
you afraid you''ll die from the bacsh?"
Izabe hated being looked at like that, so she didn''t hold back. She kicked Graham''s crotch and
quickly pped his face.
Graham was in disbelief, not knowing whether to protect his lower half or his face. In the end, he
couldn''t help but copse like a shrimp on the ground, covering his aching sensitive parts and
groaning in pain. He pointed at Izabe and said, "Aren''t you afraid..."
Izabe''s disdainfulughter cut off Graham''s words. She had put all her strength into that kick and
p, not just for herself but for "Bell Salotti."
Izabe dusted off her coat, walked up to Graham, and said, "What am I afraid of? I''ll just see
whether you guys defeat me first or I defeat you. As for you, it''s as simple as stepping on an ant."
Thest sentence was something Graham had said before, and now she was giving it back to him.
"Don''t test my patience. I forgot to tell you, I recorded audio and video not only for social tforms
but also for the police station."
Graham''s face changed at the news, and at this moment, he was genuinely scared. Why did he
ever think Izabe was weak and easy to bully? She was clearly a rock!
"So, don''t try to threaten me. You can boldly guess how much my chips can be exchanged for."
Right now, Izabe''s situation couldn''t get any worse, so she didn''t care if she offended anyone.
Graham waspletely dumbfounded, forgetting his physical pain, and stared nkly at Izabe''s
beautiful face, bitterly asking, "Who the hell are you?"
Izabe casually picked up a magazine from the table, bent down, and patted Graham''s face with it.
The magazine made a sound as it hit his face; it didn''t hurt, but it was extremely humiliating.
Sheughed and said, "I''m Izabe, duh."