She indeed managed to bring down the once seemingly invincible Izabe with Brett''s help!
But Kristin didn''t expect that she would relive those memories here.
She shouted, "Who the hell are you? You''re not Izabe! No, you''re not the Izabe I knew! Who are you?"
Everyone present, except for Izabe, didn''t understand Kristin''s words. Seeing her dazed, they thought she had gone mad.
"I''m not the Izabe you knew, but are you still the same old Kristin?" Izabe paused, stood up, and slowly walked towards Kristin.
Kristin turned pale, broke into a cold sweat, and even started shaking.
"You didn''t die? You''re like me?" "like me" was referring to having stic surgery, but her secret investigation showed that Izabe never had stic surgery.
So why had Izabe changed so drastically? Kristin waspletely clueless.
If Izabe was pretending from the start, she couldn''t have been that convincing.
Kristin suddenly thought of a strange possibility: "possession".
If not for this, why would Brett and Nathaniel be drawn to her? Everything made sense now.
No wonder she couldn''t beat her.
By now, Kristin was convinced that this was Izabe, but she still couldn''t ept that Izabe owned the Maple Group.
It seemed like God was ying a massive joke on her. Izabe was supposed to be dead, so why did God let here back?
Izabe had nothing, so how could she achieve in such a short time what others couldn''t?
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The person she hated the most in her life was Izabe, but now Izabe was her boss, controlling her fate in the entertainment industry. It was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for her!
Besides humiliation, Kristin also felt fear. She instinctively wanted to escape, but the security guard at the door blocked her way.
"Izabe, what are you going to do?"
"Secretary Hansen, leave and close the door. Toby, help me pin her down!" As soon as Izabe finished speaking, Toby immediately acted. He obeyed his employer''s orders and didn''t show mercy because Kristin was a woman, kicking her to the ground and immobilizing her.
Seeing Izabe walking towards her with a fruit knife, Kristin trembled and said, "Izabe, what are you trying to do? This is illegal! You''re assaulting someone, and now you want to kill?"
"You talk as if you didn''t ''kill'' me before?" Izabe yed with the knife in her hand, rubbing the de with her finger.
Kristin was dressed as modestly as ever,pletely covered up, even wearing stockings under her long skirt. She crouched on the ground, the knife pointed at her forehead, watching Izabe in fear. Kristin was so scared that tears flowed freely, but she didn''t notice. All her attention was on the knife in Izabe''s hand, fearing that a careless move might blind her or disfigure her face.
Looking at her face, Izabe felt displeased and gently tapped her rigid face with the knife.
"You must have spent a lot on your stic surgery. Should I call you Kristin or Kaley Cot?"
It had been a long time since anyone had called her that, reminding her of many terrible and unpleasant memories.
Kristin felt like a fish thrown ashore, unable to resist, struggling to breathe, and making retching sounds.
"Are you disgusted by your old name?"
"No." Kristin panted. Since Izabe was back, she definitely couldn''t admit that she was Kaley.
"I don''t know what you''re talking about; I don''t know Kaley." She stammered, her eyes flickering, obviously lying.
"Oh?" Izabe made a doubtful sound and looked at her. "You''re not Kaley?"
"I''m not Kaley. Please let me go. I promise I won''t appear in front of you again." Her first reaction was to run away.
As she finished speaking, the knife in Izabe''s hand changed direction. She lifted Kristin''s skirt and effortlessly sliced open her stockings.
"Don''t!"
Izabe stood up, stepped on Kristin''s ankle, and kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of scarred feet with uneven toes. They looked ugly.
This was why Kristin never wanted to show her feet.
"Kaley, do I need to remind you how you hurt your feet?"
Kristin didn''t know why Izabe knew the secret of her feet. Could it be that Brett told her? If Brett knew she wasn''t dead, Kristin didn''t dare to think further.
Brett was always a vindictive person. He once locked her in a dog cage and tortured her, then threw her into the countryside to fend for herself. She was barely rescued and had a new life. She didn''t want to g back to the past.
"Izabe, why do all the good things
in the world belong to you? Weren''t you supposed to be dead? Why did youe back? I have nothing left. Can''t you let go of past grudges and spare me?" Kristin curled up on the ground, looking at Izabe through tearful eyes, trying to y the pity card to make Izabe let her go.
"Your words make me sick. I don''t want to let you go. I want you to taste the vor of revenge."
With that, Izabe pulled out her phone.
Kristin caught on to what was happening in an instant. Her true identity and her ugly feet were supposed to be secrets, but now Izabe was threatening to expose her. Sure, she could legally terminate her contract with Izabe and pay some penalties, but if Izabe revealed her secrets, her career in the entertainment industry would be over.
Thinking fast, Kristin''s heart was pounding. "You chose to marry Brett. How is this rted to me? Brett is the one who wronged you, not me. You died because of him, so if you want revenge, go find him." "Hold your horses. I won''t let them off the hook either. But for now, you''re first in line."
With a look from Izabe, Toby knew what to do. He grabbed Kristin with one hand and threw her to the ground, exposing her ugly legs to the camera. Izabe quickly snapped a couple of pictures. But before she could get a clear shot, Kristin was already crawling away, screaming for help.
"Still got the energy to crawl? Then let''s break your legs."
Izabe''s words froze Kristin on the spot. She had never seen this terrifying side of Izabe, who seemed like a demon from hell.
No, she was a demon from hell, because she had indeed died once.
"Izabe, please spare me. I shouldn''t have betrayed you." Kristin tried to stand, but her legs were weak, and she kept falling back down.
Upon Izabe''smand, Toby looked more menacing than ever. He positioned himself and kicked Kristin''s legs with full force.
The sound of bones breaking was drowned out by Kristin''s screams. She rolled around in agony on the floor, tears and snot mixing with the cold sweat on her face.
With that kick, she couldn''t just stand, and she couldn''t even move. She wouldn''t be able to recover for at least a hundred days.
Merely breaking Kristin''s legs was a walk in the park, considering what she had done. Death wouldn''t even begin topensate!
Watching Kristin curl up like a worm in the mud, Izabe tightly held a knife, reminiscing about the past and Niki''s death, her killing intent growing.
She walked over, aiming the knife at Kristin''s neck. But just as she was about to bring down the knife, Casey''s face shed in her mind.
"Izabe, don''t let these people dirty your hands."
The de grazed past Kristin''s ear, embedding itself in the floor with a faint trace of blood on it.
Kristin was so scared that her voice was gone and her pupils were shaking and contracting. She felt a burning sensation on her ear, but she didn''t even have the courage to touch it.
A person at the peak of fear was like an old phone, with its memory full and the systemgging, taking a long time to react.
Izabe''s face was expressionless, only her deep eyes were gloomy, blocking out all the light.
"Do you know why I''m ranked second in the Salotti family, but everyone calls me the eldest daughter of the Salotti family? Because in the Salotti family, they only remember me. Do you know why they only remember me?" Izabe said sarcastically.
Kristin''s face was ashen.
Izabe slowly stood up, returned to her seat, cradling her coffee, and said to Kristin seriously, "I don''t even need to lift a finger and you''re under my foot, never to rise again. Toby, open the door and let the security throw her out, far away."
Kristin waspletely speechless. She looked at Izabe''s face, but Brett''s face involuntarily emerged in her mind.
After Kristin was taken away by security, Izabe began to check the photos she had taken, sipping her coffee and sorting through the data.
Kristin didn''t need her to take action personally. Whether it was Brett or Nathaniel, their methods were even more ruthless. Wouldn''t it be better to leave them to deal with her? Especially Brett.
She knew very well what kind of person Brett was. He once told her that what he hated most was betrayal, deception, and lies, and Kristin''s actions were exactly that.
Brett once had murderous intentions towards Kristin, and he made her life unbearable.
Kristin was lucky to escape from Brett''s clutches, but she seemed to enjoy causing trouble for herself. If that were the case, Brett wouldn''t mind helping her solve all her problems.
Izabe sipped her half-finished coffee, forgetting to add sugar and leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She frowned slightly and put down the cup. She noticed that Toby had been staring at her, so she looked up and met his gaze.
"Toby, do you have something to say to me?"
"Nothing. I just thought about what I should teach you next." Izabe was small and physically weak, and she had passed the best age for training, so she was not suitable forbat training. But she had the potential to kill and her resolute and murderous aura was a clear sign that she had experienced life and death.