"I..."
Isabella Collins was at a loss for words. Having lost a significant amount of popularity, she was well aware that she had only a few loyal fans left.
She had only taken a quick glance a moment ago, but her powers of observation were unerring. There was something strange about that fan; they certainly didn't seem like one of her own.
It was clear that someone had purposely set this up, and the most likely suspect was Aria Grant herself.
Another Nebo, seeing that Isabella was becoming more difficult to deal with, simply stepped aside and made a phone call. When he came back, his voice was icy, "Miss Collins, the higher-ups have just made a decision. If you deny it, you will have to involve the police personally."
"You're bullying me!"
Isabella clenched her teeth and pointed angrily at them, as if she was looking at her sworn enemies.
