Chapter 6
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Corbin smiled at everyone, and finally, his gaze settled on Isabelle.
"We meet again, Miss Judson."
Only then did Isabelle come back to her senses and greet him somewhat awkwardly.
But she soon realized that everyone around them was looking at her.
Clearly, their misunderstanding had only deepened.
But not only did Corbin give her no chance to explain, he made his intentions even more obvious.
Whenever Isabelle had scenes to shoot, Corbin would come to visit the set.
The way he acted made it look as though there really was something going on between him and Isabelle.
Even Isabelle's agent did not believe her explanation, let alone everyone else.
Some people envied her. Some tried to curry favor with her.
But Isabelle only felt uneasy.
That day, Isabelle had just finished filming when she turned around and saw Corbin.
Her steps paused.
Corbin walked straight toward her and handed her a bottle of water with a smile.
"Good work."
Almost at the same time, Isabelle felt all those complicated gazes behind her fall on her.
"Thank you."
Isabelle accepted the water, but in the end, she couldn't help asking, "Mr. Inglewood, what exactly do you want by doing this?"
She was not stupid.
She could tell that Corbin must have a purpose in approaching her like this.
Corbin looked at her slowly.
"I'm pursuing you, Isabelle."
Isabelle froze for a moment, her expression turning somewhat stiff.
"I'm sorry. I appreciate your regard, Mr. Inglewood, but I don't plan on dating anyone for the time being."
With that, she was about to walk around him.
But Corbin suddenly reached out and blocked her path.
He leaned forward, forcing Isabelle back against the wall.
Staring into her eyes, he raised an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong with being my woman? As long as you're with me, things will go much more smoothly for you in this industry."
Isabelle frowned and turned her head away.
But Corbin leaned down close to her ear and lowered his voice.
"I know you used to be Elijah's woman. If he could have you, why can't I?"
At the sound of Elijah's name, Isabelle's face changed instantly.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth and said mockingly, "He is the person I hate most. Do you want to become just like him too?"
Corbin gave a cold laugh, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him.
"I don't care. After all, everything that belonged to him is mine now. And I want you too."
Looking at Corbin's eyes, which were extremely similar to Elijah's, all color instantly drained from Isabelle's face.
"Mr. Inglewood! Mr. Lennox is calling..."
Just then, Corbin's assistant hurried over with a phone in hand.
Corbin looked deeply at Isabelle before finally letting go.
He smiled and said, "We have plenty of time, Isabelle."
Isabelle pressed her lips tightly together and immediately left in quick strides.
After escaping from Corbin, her chaotic mind slowly began to clear.
She thought of what Corbin had just said.
Everything that belonged to him is mine now.
Isabelle couldn't help thinking, Had Elijah failed in the fight over the family assets?
Was he already left with nothing now?
At that thought, her feelings grew complicated for a moment.
After quite a while, she finally gritted her teeth and muttered, "Serves him right."
She walked into the dressing room.
Isabelle took off the heavy, complicated outer costume and was just about to undo the belt of the clothes underneath.
Bang!
The lights on the set suddenly burst at the same time.
Everything around her instantly plunged into darkness.
Before Isabelle could adjust to the dark, she was already shivering from a sudden, icy presence.
One hand locked tightly around her waist.
Her back was forced against a cold body.
A familiar voice sounded beside her ear.
"Why?"
Isabelle did not understand.
"What?"
His voice was even lower than usual, as if he were suppressing his anger.
"You like someone like him?"
Isabelle froze for a moment before realizing he was talking about Corbin.
She frowned and said, "I don't like him at all..."
Before she could finish, the person behind her bit down on her neck.
Isabelle drew in a sharp breath from the pain.
"Whatever you want, I can give it to you too."
His voice was very cold.
Just like the temperature of his body, it made Isabelle tremble uncontrollably.
Just then, the beam of a flashlight shone in through the c***k of the door.
Someone outside knocked and asked, "Is Miss Judson there? Mr. Inglewood is looking for you."
Isabelle opened her mouth, just about to answer.
But he gripped her chin and forcefully turned her head, kissing her.
There was not the slightest bit of tenderness in this kiss.
Only dominance and possession.
The person outside murmured in confusion, "That's strange. Didn't Mr. Inglewood say Isabelle was in here?"
For some reason, he seemed to have been provoked again.
He bit Isabelle's shoulder even harder, as if he would not stop until he left a mark on her body.
His icy fingertips slipped into Isabelle's clothes.
When they touched her burning skin, they felt as if they were about to melt.
Humiliated and furious, Isabelle struggled to force a sound through her clenched teeth.
"There... there are people..."
But it was as if he had not heard her at all.
He bit Isabelle's earlobe hard and said in a low voice beside her ear, "You're not allowed to get close to him. You're mine."
Isabelle's whole body nearly went limp in his arms, and her breathing grew rapid.
More and more people gathered outside the door, and the voices became increasingly noisy.
Amid the chaos, Corbin's voice came through clearly.
"Break the door open."
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