Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 392

Izabella took the phone from Rachel, setting up the cat collar with the tracker.

"Nikki is a sweetheart; it won't stray."

"I know, but just in case, I don't want people who have a beef with me to harm Nikki. So it's safer to have a tracker on," Izabella replied, bending her head to confirm the tracker settings. She didn't notice the slight flicker in Rachel's eyes.

Rachel bit her lip, holding back something she wanted to say.

"All set." Izabella handed the phone back to Rachel, noticing her downcast expression. She gently ruffled her hair and said, "If you have something on your mind, just spill it; don't bottle it up."

"I," Rachel started but quickly shut up, looking down at Nikki in her arms and saying, "I'm fine, really."

"Good to hear." Izabella sensed something was off but had no clue what it was. Perhaps some family issues, but since Rachel wasn’t spilling, it wasn’t her place to pry.

Izabella got a call from Brad, asking her to get ready for the day's shoot. It was all her scenes today, so it would probably be a late wrap.

Kristin was also on set, her face still marred by injuries. A thick layer of foundation was all that hid it, making her face look even more rigid.

Script in hand, Kristin was running lines with the other actors, scribbling notes with a colored pen, looking fully engrossed.

She caught sight of Rachel as she walked in, her face falling a bit.

At lunch, Rachel was heading out for food and, as usual, asked Izabella if she wanted anything.

"No, I'm good."

The production just got a fresh batch of supplies, so food and drinks were covered. Saved them a few bucks.

The crew, when not shooting, loved their gossip. They knew the last person to cross was Izabella, given her ties with two big investors.

Even Garen, who often worked with Izabella, was tempted to dig for some dirt but was quickly warned off by the director.

Kristin put down her script, standing up to tell Rachel, "Rachel, grab me an Americano."

Izabella frowned. "If you want coffee, get it yourself. Your hands are broken or something?"

"She's an assistant. What's wrong with her getting me coffee?"

Izabella smirked and said, "She is my assistant, not yours. Got it?"

"You just want money, right? Here you go." Kristin carelessly threw some cash on the floor, as if it were charity.

Izabella stared at her, crossing her arms, not bothering to engage with such a dimwit.

She turned to Rachel, who was looking down, and said, "Go on, avoid these types in the future."

"Izabella, who are you calling a dimwit?"

"If I remember correctly, Kristin, your image is pure and innocent. But you can't really believe your own hype, can you? Who else could I be talking about?"

Just as Kristin was about to blow up, Izabella cut her off.

"Calm down; getting upset only messes up your face. You'll end up needing more plastic surgery."

This hit a nerve, and Kristin lost it. With one hand on her face and the other pointing at Izabella, she blurted out, "Who are you to act all high and mighty, Izabella?"

"Me? I'm not acting anything."

Before Kristin could respond, Izabella calmly said, "Kristin, you remind me of someone. Brett's fiancée from three years ago, Kaley, dazzled us on the big screen. I don't know why; you look a lot like her; even your names sound alike."

At this point, Kristin's face hardened. She glanced at Rachel.

Rachel looked up, meeting her gaze. She blushed, looking flustered.

"It's fine, Izabella. I can just grab the coffee. I've done it before."

Rachel was always soft-spoken, which made her a target for bullies.

"But now you're my assistant. You don't need to do chores for others."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine." She bent down to pick up the money Kristin had left on the floor.

"Izabella, I have to go." And with that, Rachel rushed off.

"Rachel." Izabella called after her, but Rachel didn't turn back. She ran off into the distance, until she was out of sight.

Something was off. Izabella had been sensing it since morning.

"Huh." Kristin's sarcastic laugh broke Izabella's train of thought. "Some people are just born pushovers."

Izabella shot her a cold glance before being called away for lunch.