Chapter 323


    "You didn''t used to be like this." It''s still the same face, but definitely not the previous loser. How


    could a person change so much? It''s like she''s be apletely different person. If she had


    always been like this, he wouldn''t have underestimated her.


    "Well, just think of me as having a split personality. Remember me as I am now, and if you can''t, I''ll


    make sure you''re left with a deep impression."


    The dull pain below reminded Graham that the current impression was deep enough already.


    Izabe tossed the magazine in her hand onto the table and said, "I want the money by midnight,


    and the contract termination sent to my email by the weekend."


    Graham''s face twisted, "Didn''t you say you''re not terminating the contract?"


    "I don''t want to terminate it now, but that doesn''t mean I won''t want to in the future. Do you really


    think your crappypany can keep me for ten years? The contract should have all the necessary


    signatures and seals. I don''t want to embarrass you guyster, you know?"


    She still needed to use thepany as a shield, but it can''t be like this forever. She had to n


    ahead and be ready to leave at any time.


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    One recording can only put these bastards in a difficult situation, but can''t solve thempletely.


    She had to wait a bit longer, at least until she uprooted thepany''s money tree.


    Graham''s face grew worse after hearing her belittling.


    Izabe sat back down on the sofa and called the waiter.


    Graham, seeing outsiders about to enter, ignored the pain below and stood up with a twisted foot,


    slightly bowing in front of Izabe, like a primary school student who made a mistake and saw the


    headteacher.


    The waiter came in and saw such a strange scene.


    "Get me the most expensive coffee beans in your shop. I want to take them with me."


    "Alright, please wait a moment."


    The coffee beans in this shop were all packaged, and the waiter came over with a beautifully


    wrapped bag. Izabe opened it and took a look, raising her eyebrows slightly. She could smell the


    aroma without even opening it.


    These coffee beans were popr with her grandfather back when the Salotti family hadn''t gone


    bankrupt. A small jar was worth 20,000.


    Izabe closed the bag, "Thanks for the hospitality today. Let''s meet again another day."


    Graham gritted his teeth in pain. He usually took advantage of others and had only tasted such


    expensive coffee beans once. All Graham wanted now was for this troublemaker to leave quickly


    and not linger in front of him. He was afraid he would vomit blood because of anger.


    Izabe, carrying the coffee beans, walked to the door and suddenly thought of something. She


    turned back with a smile, "Oh, don''t forget to sign me up for ''Here Comes the Superstars''. I heard


    they''re starting to record next week."


    Graham clenched his teeth, "I got it!"


    Outside the private room, Izabe touched her still sore neck, forgetting to let him pay for medical


    expenses and mental damages. Oh well... it was more fun to slowly butcher a fat sheep, as too


    much would be counterproductive.


    Her tricks could only work on ordinary people. If she met Brett, she would probably be exposed with


    just one look before she even spoke.


    Izabe touched the hairpin on her head, thinking about transforming it into a small essory like


    earrings next time.


    She stood at the elevator, adjusting the mask on her face. As the elevator door opened, she was


    just about to enter when she looked up and saw four people standing inside.


    She instinctively looked at the handsome man leaning against the back. Izabe''s breath hitched,


    and the foot she had lifted stopped. She didn''t expect to run into him here.


    Her ex-husband, who also destroyed her family and owed her five lives – Brett.


    Brett must have been drinking, as his face was unnaturally flushed. He wore a white shirt that didn''t


    suit his personality, with a few buttons undone, revealing his sexy corbone.


    When Brett was drunk, his eyes would be particrly bright. When looking at someone, it


    would always make her mistakenly think that she were his deeply loved one. But only Izabe knew


    that this man was extremely cold.


    He could abandon Kaley after more than a decade together. He imed to love Izabe but wanted


    to shatter her leg bones and imprison her at home, making her a doll to y with at will.


    Rather than saying he had a strong possessive desire, it was more urate to say he had a


    perverted desire for control. He didn''t like the things in his hands to be out of his control.


    In the year she became a soul, she was forced to stay by Brett''s side several times, watching him


    self-harm, cry, and bleed. She also saw him try the childbirth experience machine that he once


    despised.


    Was she moved? The answer was no; she even wanted tough.


    What you can''t get was always tempting. Time had taught her one truth: what should stay will stay.


    Izabe didn''t like the phrase ''let bygones be bygones''. It was hypocritical and made people seem


    cheap.


    Suppressing her boiling hatred, once a person fell into emotions, they easily got lost in thought. Her


    body seemed to shrink into a protective shell, everything was disappearing. She couldn''t hear any


    sound; her eyes were open but very empty.


    "Miss, please make way."


    Izabe''s legs stiffened as she moved aside. She lowered her head and watched the people in the


    elevator pass by her one by one. In the end, she saw an ugly hand with no fingernails.


    Izabe stepped in, pressed the "1" button calmly, and the elevator door slowly closed.


    At that moment, Brett subconsciously turned his head, and his face was still as indifferent as ever.


    Wearing a mask that covered half her face, Izabe didn''t worry about Brett noticing anything. Their


    eyes met in a narrow gap, and she saw Brett''s cold eyes sh with aplex emotion: panic,


    astonishment, surprise at regaining something lost, and sadness.


    Izabe''s heartbeat stopped for half a second, but fortunately, the elevator door closed and moved


    smoothly downward.


    There were quite a few taxis at the entrance. Izabe picked up the bag and randomly opened a car


    door, telling the driver the address.


    The driver stepped on the gas, and the car drove into thene. Izabe looked up at the rearview


    mirror and saw a man''s figureing out of the coffee shop. He stood there, staring nkly at the


    car she had gotten into.


    Izabe breathed a sigh of relief. J City wasn''t big, and it was only a matter of time before she and


    Brett met. But it definitely couldn''t be now, as her wings hadn''t grown, and she had no power to fight


    him.


    She knew all too well that a bird with broken wings would die.