As they spoke, the two of them walked into the room of the villa.Isabella was about to place the perfume on the vanity when she walked into the walk-in closet and was startled. The original walk-in closet was neither big nor small, only hanging Ethan's clothes. But now, it was unexpectedly connected to the adjacent bedroom. The layout of the walk-in closet had completely changed, becoming spacious and exquisite. The elegant cabinets were filled with women's clothes, handbags, and jewelry. The dressing table was fully equipped with skincare and cosmetics.Isabella's delicate face showed a hint of confusion. It had only been two days, how did it change like this?Just as she turned around, she bumped into Ethan's chest. Isabella looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's this?"Ethan casually glanced at the walk-in closet and was satisfied. "We agreed that you would move in."Agreed? When did we agree on that? She placed the perfume on the table, crossed her arms, and stared at Ethan. "Wha

After two hours of shopping, Isabella lost track of how much money she had spent. The two tired individuals found themselves in a café. As they placed their order, Isabella caught a glimpse of a familiar face walking out behind them. It was Ryan. She quickly averted her gaze, feeling a slight barrier between them.As they searched for a seat, they passed by a table where two girls stood up. One of them cautiously looked at Isabella and asked, "Hello, are you Isabella?"Isabella, wearing a mask and a hat, was surprised that someone recognized her. It was a mixture of unexpectedness and delight. "Yes, I am," she replied.The two girls exchanged glances and seemed genuinely excited. "We are your fans. Could you please give us an autograph?"Upon hearing their request, Isabella raised an eyebrow and smiled. It was the first time she had encountered such a situation. "Sure."The two girls handed her a paper and a pen from the table. Isabella signed her name on it, realizing that they genui

Half an hour later, the car arrived. Disregarding the receptionist, Isabella went straight to Amelia's office.Upon seeing Nina following behind Isabella, Amelia's eyes flickered with guilt, but she approached calmly. "What's the matter?"Isabella sat on the couch and coldly glanced at Amelia. "Don't you have any idea what this is about?"Amelia pursed her lips. "Speak up, Isabella. I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you here.""Amelia, you really think you can fool me?" Isabella looked at her coldly. "On the day I was kidnapped, who told Brian which car was mine? Who took my spare key from the villa and gave it to Brian?""It wasn't me! Do you have any evidence? Don't try to pin this on me!" Amelia immediately denied."Evidence, you say?" Isabella took out her phone and played a recording."Amelia, everything is done. I've put the key back, and no one noticed.""Well done. I'll transfer the money to you later. If Isabella returns to the villa, let me know immediately if anyth

Isabella found a nearby café and sat down. It was already 6 o'clock, the peak hour after work, so Ethan should have taken about 40 minutes to come from the office. But after more than 20 minutes, Ethan appeared in front of her. "Huh? Why did you come so quickly?"Ethan didn't say anything but took her hand and examined it for a moment before trying to unwrap the bandage. Isabella quickly pulled her hand back and asked, "What are you doing?""Is the wound deep?""Not deep." Isabella shook her head and then looked at him with a pitiful expression. "But it hurts a lot, and I feel so pitiful.""How did it happen?" Ethan asked again, his voice sounding low and nervous.Isabella took a sip of her drink and casually replied, "One of Brian's fans was arrested and taken to the police station. It's nothing."After saying that, she looked at Ethan's frowning expression and narrowed her eyes with a smile. "What? Are you so worried about me?"Upon hearing this, Ethan paused. It was at this moment

Isabella had been discouraged from singing throughout her life, so she immediately refused Ava's request. "Impossible, absolutely impossible." "Isabella, dear Isabella," Ava pleaded with a distressed face. "Please, I'm begging you." "Ava, are you out of your mind? A talent show wants me as a guest? Are you intentionally trying to make me look bad?" Isabella waved her hand, resisting. "Singers should be invited for singing, dancers for dancing. I'm an actress, not good at singing or dancing." "No one else is available for the show," Ava's expression turned sour. "Talent shows like this have lost their popularity. Three years ago, they were hot, but now even a recently debuted group is struggling with their popularity. 'Shining Youth' is the same. It just started airing, but the ratings are abysmal." Suppressing her anger, Isabella put on a smiling face and asked, "So, no one wants to take on this mess, and you want me to do it? I don't understand. Your brain must be malfunctioning,