Chapter 328
The agent secretly checked out Izabe, but with a mask on, it was hard to see her full face.
She looked quite different from her online presence - her skin was pale and smooth without
makeup, and her hair wasn''t dyed in a chaotic mix of colors, but was left loose, cascading down her
back.
Perhaps feeling a bit hot, she gathered her hair into a loose braid and slung it over one shoulder.
Her hair was fluffy, making the back of her head look perfectly round, and her cute ears peeked out,
tempting you to give them a pinch.
Even from a distance, her long eyshes were noticeable.
Izabe''s eyes were the highlight of her face. Slightly upturned at the corners, when she looked at
someone with full attention, they were incredibly captivating.
The agent said, "She doesn''t seem quite like the Izabe I know." To be honest, he wouldn''t have
recognized her if he hadn''t looked closely. He wondered how Casey, who usually had trouble
discerning women''s faces, could recognize Izabe at first sight.
"She looks great now." Casey''s mouth curled into a smile as he watched her intently.
The agent twitched his mouth. This was the first time he had heard Casey praise someone so
highly.
His usualpliments were along the lines of ''pretty good'', ''decent'', ''not bad''.
But when he heard Casey say "great", he knew Casey was serious.
Casey liked this kind of woman? Izabe might look good now, but her scandals were too
numerous.
Why did Casey have to fall for a starlet with such a bad reputation?
"Do you really know Izabe? And you say she''s great?"
"Do you?" Casey snapped his gaze back to the agent.
The agent cleared his throat, determined to rid Casey of his improbable thoughts.
He began to recount Izabe''s online scandals to Casey, "Izabe once hooked up with a director
for a role. There''s still news about that. She even tweeted an acknowledgment and apology."
Casey sneered, "Did you hear her say that? Did she hold a press conference? Or do you have any
recordings or videos of her in bed with someone?"
"Well, no..."
"Without a shred of evidence, you''re ready to crucify her for these things. That''s called defamation,
and it''s illegal." Casey smirked, "Don''t think I don''t know the tricks in the entertainment industry.
Some performers'' Twitter ounts are controlled by theirpanies. They can post whatever they
want. I don''t believe Izabe would sleep with a director for a script."
The agent paused before saying, "But it''s a fact that she likes to get involved with male stars. Nine
out of ten of her search results are about her and some male star."
Caseyughed mockingly, "Why doesn''t she seduce me then? She hasn''t even given me a second
nce."
"Maybe she didn''t recognize you with your sunsses on. Once she realizes it''s you..."
Before he could finish, Casey took off his sunsses and kept his gaze fixed on Izabe. When
Izabe didn''t look back at him, he started to cough deliberately, louder and louder, trying to get her
attention.
Seeing Casey''s childish actions, the agent fell silent.
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Casey was rebellious. The more the agent told him to stay away from Izabe, the closer he wanted
to get.
The more Casey coughed, the less attention he got from Izabe, but he did attract the attention of
a flight attendant.
"Sir, are you feeling okay?"
"My throat''s itchy. Could you get me a cup of water, please?" Casey, now without sunsses,
looked even more handsome when he smiled, and the flight attendant happily went to fetch him
some water.
Casey smirked, "She still didn''t look at me. How do you exin that, Seth?"
Seth had no idea what Izabe was thinking. She didn''t even turn around despite the loud noise.
Either she wasn''t interested in the outside world, or she recognized Casey and purposely avoided
looking at him.
Was Izabe really trying to avoid him, or was she just ying hard to get?
Seeing Casey preening like a peacock, Seth said, "Anyway, you''ll meet at the variety show."
"But that''s not for another two days." And with Izabe rehearsing, he had no excuse to visit her.
After a while, Izabe felt sleepy and adjusted her seat into a bed, covering herself with a thin
nket.
This made it easier for Casey to watch her. Suddenly, a blurred image shed through his mind. He
couldn''t hold onto it, and it disappeared.
Just a vague figure, but it made his heart pound. He substituted Izabe into that blurry outline, and
it matched perfectly.
Before meeting Izabe, Casey never believed in love, let alone love at first sight.
Marriage was just a grave that elerated death, limiting one''s freedom. And the idea of "throwing
away your life because of love" was ludicrous to him.
He was always rational, believing love to be nothing more than a dopamine release.
But now, after meeting Izabe, all his beliefs had changed. He was scared of these uncontroble
feelings, but he was even more afraid of losing all future possibilities without getting to know
Izabe.
Upon arrival in R City, the flight attendant began the routine safety check and reminded passengers
to prepare for disembarkation.
Izabe slowly turned her head. Her eyes were very bright. She rubbed her shoulders and waited
quietly for the ne tond.
As the nended, there was a moment of weightlessness. Izabe looked out of the window. R
City was still the same as before, with no changes in the past three years.
When the ne came to a halt, Izabe stood up and walked towards the special exit. She moved
at a rxed pace and turned around with her bag.
Seeing Izabeing towards him, Casey, who was sitting by the aisle, abruptly stood up,
blocking her way like a mountain.
Casey was tall, and Izabe only came up to his shoulder. She took a step back to put some
distance between them, and looked up, locking eyes with him.
The strange feelings Casey had been experiencing disappeared with Izabe''s gaze. He tensed up,
shifting his gaze to Izabe’s ear.
Her ears were tiny and her earlobes were round and cute.
"Are... are you Izabe?"
Izabe nodded, not saying much, just focused on Casey''s face.
"Do you mind if I add you on WhatsApp?"
Seeing Izabe not speaking, Casey got even more nervous. Girls tended to be shy, asking for her
WhatsApp suddenly didn''t seem right, he should respect her.
"Sorry, I was presumptuous. I should introduce myself first. I''m Casey. I''ve learned about you on
Twitter. I know you''re participating in the show Here Comes the Superstars. Coincidentally, I''m also
on it. Maybe we could get to know each other, and then cooperate..."
"I know you," Izabe said. But do you know the real me?
Casey was overjoyed, his smile widening, revealing his prominent canines.
He was expressive, just like Ryker used to be, wearing his emotions on his face.
When Ryker wasn''t being silly, he would buy donuts for her. When he was, he''d give her all the
snacks and cookies he had. Perhaps it was this tant favoritism that kept him in her mind all these
years.
Casey took out his phone, "Should I add you or you add me? Or do you want to just give me your
WhatsApp number and I add you?"
Seth, standing by, subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, no one was looking their way, but
seeing Casey putting on the peacock''s courtship disy, he really wanted to cover his face using
his hands and pretend he didn''t know him.
Izabe didn''t take out her phone, she just recited a string of numbers. Casey, with his good
memory, remembered them after just listening for one time, and quickly typed them into the search
bar.
Izabe''s WhatsApp was simple, no profile picture, just a nickname "Be", and no status.
It was pretty nd, unlike her in real life, but exactly like the image he had in his head.
"Is this it?"
Izabe nodded.
Casey quickly added her, then looked at Izabe. He wanted to see with his own eyes that she had
epted his request before he was reassured.
Izabe took out her phone from her bag, unlocked it, opened WhatsApp, and epted the friend
request.
The verification message Casey sent had his name, but with an extra ''a'' in front.
aCasey, this way his name would be first on Izabe''s contact list. He was giddy seeing Izabe
typing the verification message into the note, his eyes sparkling.
"The numbers you just said, is that your phone number?"
Izabe nodded, "Yes, it is."
"I remembered it." Casey recited the number, word for word. He thought Izabe would be pleased,
but instead, her eyes looked sad after he smoothly recited it.
His heart was in a panic. In front of the person you like, you always can''t help but search for your
own mistakes, wanting to know what made the other person unhappy.
Izabe''s sadness was fleeting, almost uncatchable.
At that moment, a subconscious reminder hit her. Casey was not Ryker. He was Casey, and he was
smart, able to instantly remember her quickly recited phone number and not forgetting it.
These alone were enough to prove he was not Ryker.
Ryker had been silly for over ten years. Back then, the orphanage director and Presley had told her
that the chances of Ryker regaining his intelligence were slim.
But how to exin their striking resemnce?
She knew too little about Ryker, only that he used to share the samest name with Brett and lived
in Brett''s house.
Because she didn''t ask Ryker''s full name back then, she went wildly off the track in those ten plus
years.
Without finding the exact answers, she was already preparing to give up in her heart, fearing that
she would make the same mistake again by recognizing the wrong person.
But on second thought, there were so many unrealistic things in the world. She could even
reincarnate after death, what else was impossible?
She looked at the left chest of Casey, suddenly wanting to rip open his shirt to see if there was a
scar there.