Chapter 331
No.1
“A full hundred?” His hand gently touched her forehead. “Isabella, you’d make nothing.”
“I’ve earned enough these past five years. Now I just want to have fun,” she stated plainly, without a hint of boastfulness.
After a thoughtful pause, Nathaniel finally yielded. “Fine,” he murmured. “If you lose everything, I’ll support you.”
His words sent a flush to her cheeks, her heart hammering against her ribs. She silently cursed her reaction. “Ah, Oliver’s done. Let’s head home. We can discuss the rest later.”
“Okay!” Oliver washed his hands before grabbing Isabella’s.
Outside the restaurant, Oliver looked up at her. “Will you come home with us, Mommy?” he pleaded. “I want to sleep with you.”
Isabella meant to refuse, to say she needed to return to her own place. But Nathaniel interjected, “His condition can relapse within ten days after an episode.”
Keeping Oliver happy was crucial to prevent his health from deteriorating.
Isabella had no choice but to agree. “Alright, Mommy will sleep with you.”
She knew her career would soon leave little time for him. Besides, staying at the Blackwood estate and sharing his bed each night seemed manageable. Nothing else would happen, right?
She mentally braced herself for an extended stay.
Seraphina Delacroix sat calmly in the chairman’s office of SilverPeak Entertainment.
Thrilled that Isabella was effectively blacklisted online, a smug smile touched her lips. She glanced at Genevieve. “Keep a tight watch on Isabella. Ensure she has no opportunities. Let her languish in obscurity for a while before we extend another offer.”
“What? Sign her? Miss Delacroix, she went too far. I refuse to represent her!” Genevieve protested.
No.2
Seraphina smirked. “Who said anything about getting her jobs or making her famous? We sign her to bury her. I guarantee she’ll be forgotten in under six months.”
Seraphina had a point. Why hadn’t she thought of that? ‘Hmph! Isabella will pay for stealing Nathaniel and my best artists!’ Genevieve straightened up, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Isabella would be begging them for a contract by then.
Desperate and contract-bound, Isabella’s hands would be tied.
Even with vast wealth, she’d never see the spotlight again without resources or opportunities.
Just as they basked in their scheme, an assistant burst into the office, frantic. “Miss Delacroix, terrible news! Most of our artists are coming to terminate their contracts!”
“What? Why?!” Seraphina’s blood ran cold.
SilverPeak Entertainment dominated the industry. Where would their artists go if contracts were terminated?
The assistant trembled uncontrollably before drawing a sharp breath. "Isabella just tweeted... Miss Delacroix... You need to see this yourself..."
She feared delivering the news directly.
Seraphina immediately grabbed her phone and opened Twitter. There it was—Isabella's post stating: (SilverPeak and Fortune Entertainment allied to crush me. Hilarious! Thinking you can destroy me is pure foolishness. Within ten days, any artist signing with GoldenPhoenix keeps one hundred percent of their earnings and negotiates their own contract terms. First ninety-nine signers also receive a DovEgg diamond ring!)
Despite being shadow-banned online, Isabella's loyal fans made the post go viral. The comments section erupted instantly.
(Boss Montgomery reigns supreme! Teach them a lesson!)
(Even the lowest quality DovEgg costs hundreds of thousands. Ninety-nine rings? Absolutely insane!!)
No.3
(Boss Montgomery, are you hiring? I'll be your janitor. No need for a full ring—just some diamond dust!)
Isabella tweeted again minutes later. (Every retweet enters you to win a house in any city of your choice.)
The offer was too irresistible. Urban property values soared astronomically—five figures per square foot. A free house meant instant wealth!
Retweets multiplied exponentially. Isabella trended worldwide once more.
Seraphina's face darkened. Her blood boiled like molten lava. Was Isabella insane? Burning her fortune to wage war?
Genevieve panicked visibly. "Miss Delacroix? What's our move? Losing all our artists means certain doom!"
"State the obvious. Weren't you hired as the crisis expert? Handle this now!" Seraphina commanded icily.
Genevieve stood dumbfounded. What solution existed now?
Artists stormed into the office simultaneously. They chanted in unison: "We demand contract termination. Immediately!"
Under SilverPeak, artists earned only 40% revenue—minus agent and team commissions. A fifty-million project yielded merely fifteen million.
Signing with GoldenPhoenix meant full fifty-million earnings. Even after team salaries, profits dwarfed SilverPeak's offers.
Genevieve attempted damage control. "Recall your contract terms! Breach penalties reach one billion! Can you afford that?"
"Isabella covers all penalties upfront!" an artist snapped back.
The response silenced Genevieve completely. She glanced helplessly at Seraphina.
No.4
This crisis exceeded her experience. She had no answers.
"Stop staring at me!" Seraphina snapped. "I'm just an investor! Where's the chairman? He needs to handle this mess!"
"No need! We're leaving regardless! We brought the cash!"
Artists slammed contracts onto the desk repeatedly. "Sign now. Payment ready. You'll pocket billions instantly."
Seraphina seethed with rage. She couldn't believe this nightmare.
Isabella even funded their penalty payments! Seraphina needed an escape plan—immediately.
Isabella’s eyes blazed with fury.
Her mind spun with countless possibilities.
She needed a way out of this trap.
Fast.
She snarled without hesitation.
“The company seal isn’t with me.
The chairman has it.
This discussion is over.”
No.5
She didn’t wait for a response.
She turned and strode toward the door.
The celebrities surged forward instantly.
They blocked her path like a human wall.
“You’re not leaving! You’re the majority shareholder!
We need your signature!”
“You’ve exploited us long enough!
We have the money right here!
Just sign the damn papers!”
“Sign them! No signature, no exit!”
They sealed every possible escape route.
Cornered, Isabella shrieked for help.
“Security! Get in here now!”
Armed guards burst into the room.
No.6
Genevieve moved swiftly to shield Isabella.
A chaotic scuffle erupted.
They fought their way out through the crowd.
Both women looked disheveled afterward.
Their clothes were rumpled, hair a mess.
They looked like they’d survived a riot.
Inside the car, Genevieve smoothed her dress.
She let out a heavy sigh.
“Thank God you thought quickly.
That could have ended much worse.”
Isabella’s lips curled coldly.
“Did Victoria really think her little scheme would break me?
Contact every senior executive.
No one returns to the company.
No.7
No one signs those termination contracts.”
“Understood.”
The artists had no choice but to wait.
They lingered at the company headquarters.
Hoping a manager might show up.
Hoping someone would finally set them free.
Isabella had to stabilize the company first.
Then she would deal with Victoria.
Isabella received the update while supervising Oliver’s homework.
She stepped onto the balcony.
Julian’s call came through.