Chapter 2184
Chapter 2184
Chapter 2184 Roland silently pursed his lips. His face was cold as firm as before without any shifting emotions.
The old man standing on the left could not help but shout," What's so great about that celebrity? She just has a pretty face! She can't help you with anything, and now it's her fault that you're in this predicament. Why won't you break up with her?"All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Roland's eyes turned cold. "She didn't do anything, much less harm me." The old man was frightened by his expression and wanted to say something else but was pulled back by his companion.
The other old man said to Roland, "Roland, we're not asking you to really break up with her. Just pretend to break up. Make an announcement online that you've broken up with her, but you can still contact each other as you wish in private."
This was the best of both worlds for them. However, Roland's expression turned hard, and he said in a firm and icy voice, "| won't break up with her."
The two old men were frightened by his face and tone. After a moment, the old man who advised him quickly said, " We're not asking you to break up for real. We just want you to pretend-"
“Whether it's real or pretend, | won't break up with her.
Please go back."
Then, Roland took a step back. It was clear he did not want to talk to them anymore.
"You... You're taking our goodwill for granted! Just you wait. She'll be the death of you!"
"Okay, that's enough. We tried our best. If he doesn’t want to, then let him do as he pleases."
The two men looked at Roland in disappointment and soon left.
After they drove away, Roland turned and walked into the house. However, he stopped when he walked in the front door. The indifference on his face disappeared in an instant as he curled his lips, and the look in his eyes became gentle. “How long were you standing there for?” he asked.
Isabel stood in front of him and told him the truth. "I was here when you got out of the car."
He frowned. "You heard everything?"
‘Yeah." Isabel approached him and looked into his clear and beautiful eyes, asking, "Why didn't you tell them about my identity?" Besides being a celebrity, she was also the young lady of the Carters from Westchester.
The Carters were the most powerful family in Westchester, with a history of over a hundred years. Even the most influential family in Southboro, the Houstons, would have to flatter her father when they met, let alone the Rockwells.
Telling them her identity would not only prevent them from forcing him to break up but would also directly solve the problem of the online discussions and Rockwell Corporation’s share prices. Even Master Rockwell and Decker might not dare to scheme against her again.
Roland pursed his lips. "No reason." Isabel frowned and pretended to be unhappy. "Why? Will telling them who | am embarrass you?" His gaze hardened and quickly said, "Of course not."
Isabel raised her voice. "Then, why didn't you say anything?"
Roland took her into his arms, looked her in her eyes, and explained in a low voice, "I don’t want you to be unhappy." Isabel was confused. ‘Why would | be unhappy?" Roland was also puzzled. "You don't want other people to know about your identity, right?"
It had been five to six years since her debut, but no one in the entertainment industry knew about her identity. Since she hid the truth so securely, he had to respect her wishes.
Isabel was stunned. She did not expect him to care so much about her thoughts.
Her heart fluttered. She looked up at him and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that Decker and the others will take this opportunity to make you a figurehead?"
Roland pursed his lips. "No. | have my ways to deal with them. | just need some time."
He frowned and said gently, "Isabel, don’t go online for a few days. Just stay here and feel at ease. I'll definitely clean up everything in the next few days."
He would clear her name and return all the mud that Decker slung at her. Isabel smiled. "Okay."
She believed him. She just did not want him to face those cruel people alone anymore.