Chapter 363
Ariana was full of regret, wishing she could go back in time and throttle the past, which was driven
by self-interest.
But it was toote for that now.
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She held her phone tightly, her hands shaking. Thepany had ditched her. Her agent no longer
gave a damn about her fate. And Harper wasn''t going to help her anymore.
All she could do now was try to save her own skin. She had managed to find Izabe''s contact
details. Nobody answered her calls, so she texted.
"Izabe, I''m so sorry. I shouldn''t have framed you. It was my agent who made me do it. I''m
innocent; this whole mess has nothing to do with me. Please, can you post a statement online
forgiving me? I canpensate you for your losses, as long as I can afford it."
Her phone was silent. No reply. Ariana waited anxiously, constantly unlocking her phone every time
the screen went ck and checking for a message from Izabe.
Many people called her and texted her, but she didn''t dare answer or read the messages, frightened
of the usations and insults she would receive.
It wasn''t until her phone battery was nearly drained that Ariana received a reply from Izabe.
"You want me to forgive you, but have you ever thought about leaving me alone? If I hadn''t saved
those videos and voice recordings, would you be apologizing like this?"
The answer was clearly no.
Ariana''s intention was to bully Izabe. Even if she was bashed byizens and her reputation
ruined, she didn''t care.
Ariana tried calling Izabe again, but she had been blocked.
Izabe had just gotten off a ne and was in a taxi. She casually opened a text from an unknown
number, quickly replied, and then blocked the number.
If a simple "sorry" could make up for all the wrongs she had done, what''s the point ofws?
But judging from the text Ariana sent, something seemed to have happened while she was on the
ne.
From the news online, Izabe had a rough idea of what it was.
The situation had resolved itself pretty perfectly, and she hadn''t had to do much.
Leaning against the car window, Izabe stared nkly at her phone screen. An image of Casey
popped into her head, and she found herself smiling.
She finally understood why the flight attendant kept ncing at her on the ne and why Casey
suddenly called to apologize.
She was worried about getting Casey involved in her mess, and it turned out that Casey was
worried about the same thing. Without her knowing, he had already quietly sorted things out.
This man had helped her so much without making a fuss, but she didn''t know how to face him.
Even if he wasn''t Ryker Dempsey, she would still want to be friends with him. But she couldn''t
shake the fear that her feelings for him might be influenced by other motives or that Casey would
find out that she initially approached him because he looked like another man. That wasn''t pure
sentiment.
Izabe remembered Casey''s instructions and texted him once she got home safe and sound.
The brief message, much like the distance between her and Casey, was not only close but also
awkwardly ambiguous, somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange.
Other than Ariana, Graham and Kristin Lasley were also affected.
Graham had always known that Izabe wasn''t easy to deal with. He had trulye to appreciate
how formidable she was.
Honestly, he had never had much hope for Ariana and her crew from the start. But he truly hadn''t
expected them to lose so spectacrly.
Now, no one could save her.
The only word to describe the situation was "stupid".
Graham said coldly, "Thankfully we didn''t target Izabe directly back then. I told you, she''s not
someone to be trifled with. Otherwise, Ariana''s fate could have been ours."
Kristin grumbled resentfully, "Why does everything good always happen to her?"
He shared Kristin''s doubt. Unless he was looking at Izabe''s face, he would have thought she was
a different person. He should have warned Ariana to be careful of Izabe''s recording devices, but
he didn''t dare say it now, fearing it would arouse Kristin''s suspicion.
"We shouldy low for now and observe her for a few days. She can''t leave thepany just yet,
so we have plenty of time to deal with her." Graham tried to reassure Kristin, but he himself was
unsure of what to do.
Izabe had gotten the contract termination she wanted. In other words, Izabe could leave the
company at any time. But what puzzled him was why Izabe was still hanging around.
She was like a ticking time bomb.
Kristin could only nod in agreement. After this issue was resolved, the official announcement for
"Blood Ties" was just a few days away. Since they couldn''t get rid of Izabe for now, they had to
think of other ways.
With Ariana as a "sacrificialmb", she knew Izabe was not the same as before. If she wanted to
get rid of her, she would have to be more careful from now on.
Izabe returned to her apartment in J City, still having trouble adjusting. To be honest, she
preferred R City, where she grew up, and was ustomed to the weather and food there.
The weather in J City was warmer than R City, but also much hotter, with hardly any snow in winter.
Izabe got off the taxi at the entrance of her apartmentplex, dragging her suitcase with her. A
thinyer of sweat formed on her forehead in the short five to six-minute walk due to the stifling
heat.
The outside was hot, and so was the inside of her apartment. With no air conditioning and only a
small fan running nonstop, Izabe only felt a bitfortable after unpacking and taking a warm
bath.
Checking the time, it was just nine o''clock. Liam should still be awake.
She sat in front of the fan, letting her wet hair loose and enjoying the cool breeze, and called Liam.
This time, he was smarter, recing "Madam" with the more formal "Ms. Salotti".
"Ms. Salotti, what can I help you with?"
"I''m back in J City. Arrange a time for me tomorrow. I''m going to take Nikki back."