Chapter 106

Adrian Cross’s agent was frantically refreshing his phone, but Twitter was still crashing. Oblivious to the brewing storm, he stepped out to arrange their return trip.

Meanwhile, Seraphina Delacroix’s fiercely loyal assistant was too preoccupied hiring ghostwriters to smear Isabelle Laurent’s reputation to notice anything else.

For a brief moment, Sebastian Hart remained composed as he approached Isabelle. Her icy glare told him everything—she knew exactly what they’d done.

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably but forced himself to speak. “Isabelle, we need to talk. Outside.”

Isabelle lifted her chin, her sharp gaze making his skin crawl.

“Did you really think I’d let you dump this mess on me again? That just because I’ve taken the fall before, I’d roll over and do it one more time?”

Sebastian’s face paled, his eyes darting around the crowded room. How dare she say this out loud here?!

Annoyed, he glowered at her. “Let’s take this outside.”

Isabelle scoffed. “No need. Once you sign this termination contract, we’re done. And don’t worry—I won’t publicly call you out for the script disaster.”

With that, she pulled a freshly prepared termination document from her bag and slapped it onto the table.

Gasps erupted around them.

Termination?! Had things really gone this far?

Everyone on set knew the truth—Sebastian had ignored all warnings and changed the script, only to fail spectacularly. Now, instead of owning his mistake, he was trying to pin it on Isabelle.

Out of respect for their past, Isabelle wasn’t dragging him through the mud. She’d take responsibility, then walk away. There was a quiet dignity in that.

The crew awkwardly lowered their heads, pretending to scroll through their phones—until three figures walked in, and their gazes snapped up.

Wait… Why is everyone staring at us? Adrian paused mid-step.

Seraphina frowned. Something’s off.

The Blackwood family members exchanged knowing glances, barely containing their excitement. Oh, this is going to be good.

Unaware, Sebastian pressed on. “Isabelle, is this really necessary? You’re just throwing a tantrum—”

Isabelle rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you before I wanted to terminate the contract. You ignored me, so I prepared everything myself. I’ve already signed. Now it’s your turn. Still think this is a tantrum?”

Sebastian froze.

“As for any remaining contracts, I’ll handle them legally. I’ll take whatever losses are mine. But we’re done. Now.”

Finally! The Blackwoods cheered internally. Trash belongs in the dumpster.

Isabelle slid a pen toward him.

“Y-You’re serious?” Sebastian stammered, glancing at Seraphina beside him. “You’re just jealous—”

Oh, for heaven’s sake.

Isabelle’s lip curled in disgust. “You think I’m jealous? Your delusions are impressive. And disgusting.”

The Blackwoods snickered. Does this narcissist even care about his reputation?

The crew pretended to work but strained to hear every word. Keep going! Don’t stop now!

Sebastian’s face flushed crimson. “Then why did you do so much for me? Negotiating contracts until you were sick, losing sleep to get me roles—”

The room buzzed with shock. He treated her like that after everything she did?!

Isabelle smirked. “If I trained a dog to act, I’d put in the same effort. It’s called professionalism.”

Sebastian staggered back like he’d been slapped.

The Blackwoods cackled. Even dogs are more loyal!

“I invested in you because you were useful,” Isabelle said coldly. “Now? You’re dead weight. And I have proof of every lie you’ve told. So sign it.”

Sebastian’s hands shook as the color drained from his face. “You’re really cutting me off?”

Why does he still sound like the victim?!

“Sebastian!” Adrian called sharply. Their eyes met—a silent understanding. Seraphina bit her lip, worry flashing in her gaze.

Isabelle nodded. “I keep my word. I won’t go public—unless you force my hand.”

“Fine. I trust you.” Sebastian scribbled his signature, then handed over the contract with a grave expression. “I owe you—”

“We’re even.” Isabelle cut him off, tucking the document away with satisfaction. Freedom.

The Blackwoods grinned. Oh, she’s already fought back—just not where they can see it.

The crew murmured about Isabelle’s “generosity”—until Adrian’s manager and Seraphina’s assistant burst in, nearly colliding at the door.

“Adrian, we have a problem!” his manager barked, glaring at Seraphina.

“Check your phone, now!” her assistant urged frantically.

Sebastian’s stomach dropped. He fumbled for his phone—and nearly collapsed.

Whirling on Isabelle, he demanded, “Did you do this?”