Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 315

"Don't worry, I'll live on for you, take back what's yours, and make those who left, betrayed, and deceived you pay."

The pain in her heart lasted for three seconds then disappeared.

Izabella never thought she would end up possessing her own "stand-in" three years after her death.

Thinking about having to deal with these men in a different body, Izabella looked up at the sky outside the window and muttered, "God, I don't want to be reborn like this."

Life was a done deal, since you can't dodge, you gotta think about how to solve the problems in front of you.

If she wanted to keep these people from threatening her, she had to grow quickly while they weren't paying attention. The only thing worth celebrating right now was that Nathaniel had given up on this body, and Brett wasn't interested in her either.

Izabella closed Twitter and opened another social app, WhatsApp.

The person marked as agent Graham had sent her ten messages.

"Izabella, what are you tweeting? Are you thinking about dying again? Can you think seriously, what good does it do for you?"

"Delete your tweets now. There's no team to handle it for you, and you have to solve it yourself."

"Reply to me quickly. Are you trying to make an enemy out of me now? You don't even listen to me?"

"Mr. York has a new play, he sent an invitation for you to audition this afternoon. You haven't worked in almost three months, the company doesn't feed freeloaders."

"Reply to me before ten."

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Izabella glanced at the time, it was 9:10. She leisurely opened the closet and changed her clothes.

The skincare products on the vanity were few and cheap. Izabella checked her bank balance on her phone, it was less than ten thousand. At this rate, she might have to sell this little apartment.

No money, no power, daily scolding, company's indifference, blood-sucking relatives like vampires, this kind of life was like living in a sewer, stinky and dirty.

Izabella wasn't too interested in the online ridicule. The humiliation from Brett before was no better than this; she was already numb.

At 9:50, the agent couldn't help but call her.

Izabella answered the phone leisurely, "Hello?"

"Izabella, what are you up to, haven't you seen the messages I sent you?"

"I saw them."

The other side was obviously annoyed by Izabella's cold attitude, grinding their teeth in anger.

"Then why didn't you reply to me?"

Izabella sat next to the vanity, coldly staring at the mirror, her slender fingers fiddling with the keys, "Didn't you say to reply to you before ten? It's not time yet, I need to think carefully."

"Have you forgotten how long you've been out of work? If you keep this up, you'll be blacklisted by the company."

Izabella sneered in her heart. Her current situation was no different from being blacklisted. She was just like a stone, could be moved to wherever needed.

For example, whenever a scandal arouse, all it took was for her to be involved, and netizens would think it must be her shamelessly seducing, and the male star had nothing to do with it. She was responsible for diverting the attention and shifting the blame.

Or using her to highlight the purity and beauty of other female stars.