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Chapter 2084

    Chapter 2084


    Chapter 2084


    Meanwhile, at Isabe''s ce, after she received the video and text from Ang, she went through it frame by frame.


    Ang took the video from a low angle outside the coffee shop, hence it did not record the conversation.


    She went through the attached text and pondered. Then, she edited Rnd out of the video, leaving only the scene with Isabel


    and Decker.


    Next, she sent the video to rice and added the text, "Ms. Houston, my friend took this video at nchester. Mr. Rockwell went


    there to see Isabel again.”


    Since her previous meeting with rice, she took her number just in case, and she was afraid that rice would not believe her


    having nothing to do with Decker. She also promised once she got anything on Decker and Isabel, she would text rice


    immediately.


    With the video sent, it would be able to prove that Decker liked Isabel.


    Awhileter, rice replied, "Where are they in nchester?"


    Isabe answered, "Near the set of Legend of the Goddess. | heard it''s a studio near the suburbs of the city."


    rice then did not reply to her text but had seen her answer.


    Someone as rich as rice was bound to have a temper, so it was normal for her to be cold. Isabe did not mind.


    Knowing that rice would give Isabel trouble for seeing Decker, Isabe felt extremely happy.


    Back at nchester, after Isabel came out from the coffee shop, she returned to the set to get changed before she brought


    Rnd to her hotel room.


    She was staying alone and ra woulde over for a sleepover now and then.


    When she saw Rnd, ra wisely stepped out of the room.


    The room was brightly lit and the window was opened to let the breeze in.


    Isabel noticed Rnd was holding a food container. She said with a smile," Wait for me. I''ll go take a shower. It''s going to be


    quick."


    She had been shooting for the whole day and she reeked from all the sweating.


    Rnd pursed his lips. "Okay."


    Isabel grabbed her red sleeping dress and went into the bathroom.


    After a quick shower, she put on the red sleeping dress and came out.


    Rnd was sitting at the table. When he saw hering out of the bathroom, he was stunned.


    Isabel spotted his red ears and blushed-stained face.


    She purposely picked this sexy red dress to seduce him but he already blushed before she began.


    She chuckled inwardly and decided to feign ignorance. She walked to him with a straight face.


    She then looked at his chair, feigned surprise, and said, "Oh my, | only have one chair in my room. What am | going to do?"


    Rnd looked at the couch. "You take it, I''ll go sit over there."


    "Then how are you going to eat with me?” Isabel said.


    Rnd said, "I''ve eaten."


    Isabel squinted. "It takes you three hours to reach here. You just had lunch, didn''t you?"


    "Yeah. Why don''t | call reception and ask for another chair?"


    "Forget it. It''s troublesome. I''ll sit on yourp."


    Then, Isabel sat on hisp before he could react.


    Rnd was speechless.


    He sat up straight and his ears and face turned red.


    Isabel ignored him. She sat in his embrace and opened the container.


    The food was still warm and the vorful smell filled the air when she opened the lid.


    Isabel lost the intention of tempting him as she got captivated by the food. She grabbed a piece of shrimp and tossed it into her


    mouth while she took the other containers out.


    Rnd was staring at her from behind. He looked at the side of her face and swallowed nervously.


    Isabel had a few bites before she thought of Rnd. "Rnd, have some."


    She pinched a shrimp and put it in front of his mouth.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Rnd''s lips were tightly sealed.
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