Chapter 337


    The performance finally ended, and Harper didn''t even have time to catch his breath. He felt a bit


    embarrassed. Ariana, who was back on stage, didn''t fare much better.


    Before going on stage, she had thought about how she was going to mock Izabe, but she didn''t


    expect to end up being the one who wasughed at.


    The pressure of sharing the stage with Izabe felt like facing a mountain, with her overwhelming


    presence making it impossible to lift their heads!


    It was terrifying! What was up with Izabe''s acting skills? She had even managed to twist the


    changed script back without a trace!


    "I can''t believe that''s Izabe," a voice of disbelief came from the audience, "She is like a


    completely different person. I feel like I never knew her at all."


    This kind of Izabe was too attractive. It was hard not to fall for her.


    The venue was quiet for almost a minute before people started discussing.


    "I have to admit, Izabe''s face is really beautiful."


    "With such looks, no wonder she''s so tempting."


    "Did Izabe go to learn acting or something?"


    The live audience who had witnessed Izabe''s brilliant acting skills throughout the process couldn''t


    help but be impressed. Even those who had been skeptical about her before kept quiet now.


    Meanwhile, the online viewers who were watching the live stream were focusing on thements.


    Since they looked down on Izabe, they hadn''t paid attention to the performance from the start.


    "Disgusting, what awful acting."


    Izabe immediately shot back to the top of the trending list. She didn''t know what was happening


    online or that her performance would bring trouble ahead of time.


    Ever since Brett saw those eyes simr to Izabe''s in the elevator, he had locked himself in the


    study of his vi, working day and night. It seemed like the only way he could temporarily forget that


    scene was to tire himself out.


    Liam was busy with a business trip, nning to take his umted leave from the previous year


    after returning. He came back to thepany to ask for leave from Brett, but Brett''s secretary told


    him.


    "President Windham hasn''t been to work for nearly two weeks."


    At first, Liam thought that Brett had finally realized the importance of rest and prioritizing his health


    over work. Ever since Izabe''s death, Brett had never taken a break.


    He remembered the words Izabe had said before her death. She wanted him to live well and live


    a long life.


    So, he didn''t dare tomit suicide, only wishing to age faster by exhausting himself and staying


    awake day and night.


    Liam hadn''t noticed anything strange yet, thinking that Brett was just resting at home. He drove to


    Brett''s house.


    Entering the house with the door lock code, Liam immediately sensed something was off. The huge


    vi was eerily quiet as if no one was living there. The curtains and windows were tightly shut,


    making it dark inside even though it was daytime outside.


    Liam pressed the light switch on the wall, and in an instant, the light came on; he saw the cat on the


    sofa, so ugly it was scary.


    "President Windham," Liam called out, but no one responded. Was he still asleep?


    Liam went upstairs, and the cat followed him.


    He first checked the bedroom, but there was no one there. Liam quickly realized that if Brett wasn''t


    in the living room or the bedroom, the only possible ce was the study.


    What could he be doing in the study? Of course, working.


    Liam walked to the study door and pushed it open. The room was pitch ck, with only the desk


    illuminated. Brett sat there with aputer in front of him and a document in his hand, his brows


    furrowed.


    It was evident to anyone that Brett had been busy with work during Liam''s absence.


    Liam sighed, walked to the window, and opened the curtains and window, letting sunlight and fresh


    air in.


    "President Windham, it''s time to rest," Liam looked at Brett''s face, noticing his red eyes and stubble


    on his jawline.


    Brett looked up at the window, squinting a bit as he adjusted to the light. Once he was ustomed


    to the brightness, he looked at Liam and said hoarsely, "Liam, I found six white hairs on my head


    today. I might be getting old."


    Over the years, the question Brett asked Liam the most was: was he getting old?


    Liam knew that Brett was living in pain, but he had to keep going. He didn''t say anything, just looked


    at Brett''s haggard face and switched from being an assistant to a caretaker.


    He took off his coat, put his phone casually on the table, and said to Brett, "President Windham, I''ll


    see what''s there to eat in the kitchen. You go freshen up, and after eating, get some rest." Finally,


    he answered his question, "You''re not old yet."


    Brett didn''t say anything. His mental and physical energy had been depleted too much to focus on


    work.


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    He stared out the window, lost in thought. He didn''t know when it started raining, the gentle patter


    covering the ss in ayer of mist.


    Around noon, whenever it rained or snowed, he always felt that Izabe should be by his side.


    Suddenly, his phone rang, and Brett snapped back to reality, looking over. Before he knew it, his


    hand reached out to pick up the phone.


    Various notifications filled the screen, and he realized it was Liam''s phone. His own phone had


    already turned off all push notifications, so he couldn''t receive entertainment news.


    Just as he was about to put the phone down, a trending news notification popped up. Seeing the


    three words "Izabe," he couldn''t help but pause. Even though he knew it couldn''t be the person


    he had in mind, he still couldn''t resist clicking on it.