After the Christmas gala recording, Isabella booked a flight to Germany as she had an advertisement shoot scheduled there.
However, she didn’t expect Elysia to intercept her at the airport.
Inside the VIP lounge, Elysia appeared before Isabella wearing a duckbill cap. The cap’s long brim covered half her face, making it hard to read her expression. Her tone, however, was oddly sarcastic.
“Isabella, let’s talk.”
Isabella was engrossed in her phone. Upon hearing Elysia, she glanced up briefly and replied indifferently, “Sorry, I’m busy.”
She didn’t see any reason to converse with Elysia.
In response, Elysia removed her duckbill cap, revealing her face and raising her voice slightly, “Isabella, your flight isn’t for another half an hour. Don’t worry; I won’t delay your schedule.”
Elysia’s raised voice attracted several glances. Many eyes turned towards them; some whispered among themselves, while others even discreetly took photos.
Both Isabella and Elysia were public figures, both having been romantically linked with Andrew. The recent media frenzy about “Andrew’s Wrath for His Beloved” was still fresh in everyone’s minds.
Elysia clearly gauged that Isabella wouldn’t want a public confrontation.
With a frown, Isabella set down her phone and followed Elysia to the airport cafe. Amidst the bustling crowd, they found a secluded corner to sit.
Elysia removed her cap, and Isabella took off her sunglasses. They sat face to face.
Elysia, with a haughty demeanor, clenched her fists under the table, looking at Isabella’s youthful face as if she wanted to tear it apart.
She used to think Andrew was cold to the bone. No matter what she tried, he remained indifferent. She often wondered what kind of woman could ever move him. She thought such a woman didn’t exist.
Who would have thought that the type Andrew preferred was exactly like Isabella.
“Isabella, you hid it well. I’ve been with Andrew for five years and had no idea you existed,” Elysia said, lifting her chin and casting a disdainful glance at her.
The look was reminiscent of a wife glaring at a mistress.
Isabella felt uncomfortable under such scrutiny. She furrowed her brows, picked up her coffee cup, and took a sip, maintaining a composed face.
“Let me guess, when did you start seeing Andrew? Hmm, it must’ve been these past two years. Though he doesn’t say anything, women are sensitive. I can sense any slight change in him. But I don’t mind. Given Andrew’s status, countless women desire him. Men having flings outside is unavoidable. As long as he gets tired of playing around, he’ll come back,” Elysia rambled on.
Patiently waiting for Elysia to finish her spiel, Isabella set down her coffee cup, curved her lips into a sardonic smile, and said, “So, you’ve been with Andrew for five years? Do you think I would believe you?”
Elysia snorted, maintaining her arrogant stance. “If I weren’t Andrew’s woman, why would he invest heavily to promote me? The Turner family foundation might be wealthy, but money doesn’t come without effort.”
Elysia fluttered her thickly mascaraed lashes, looking at Isabella’s pale face across from her. Feeling quite pleased, she asked with a smile, “Interested in hearing about my story with Andrew?”
“You came to the airport specifically to tell me, didn’t you?” Isabella sat comfortably in her chair, legs crossed, her back straight.
Stirring her coffee, Elysia began her tale with enthusiasm.
“My brother and Andrew were comrades in arms. When my brother died, he entrusted me to Andrew. In our hometown, such an entrustment implies a lifelong commitment.
Andrew brought me to Ithaca town, funded my education, and took care of my life. After my graduation, he supported me to become an actress. With a man treating me so well, other than offering myself to him, I couldn’t think of a way to repay him.
Andrew may seem serious on the surface, but he’s quite intense in bed. He especially likes to fuck me from behind… He always exhausts me so much that I can’t get out of bed the next day.”
Finishing her story, Elysia held her face with her hands, looking a bit flushed.
Isabella blinked, looking at her and asked, “Are you done?”
Feeling the warmth of her coffee cooling, Isabella found Elysia has such good eloquence, it would be a pity to be an actress.
“My man performs quite well in bed-gentle yet wild, with fantastic skills. I always wondered why he’s so good in bed. Now I know he practiced with you. I should really thank you. Without you as his practice partner, I wouldn’t enjoy such benefits.”
“You!” Elysia’s face turned ashen with anger. Isabella’s response was completely unexpected, “How shameless can you be!”
“How am I shameless? It would be shameful if he wasn’t good in bed,” Isabella retorted playfully.
“Isabella, being a mistress and still acting so arrogant! Aren’t you afraid of ruining your reputation?” Elysia snapped.
“Mistress?” Isabella scoffed.
“Elysia, you just rattled off a lot at me, but it’s all just your side of the story. Andrew has never publicly or privately acknowledged your relationship. Even if you’ve been with him for five years, why hasn’t he married you?”
“Andrew, Andrew worries about affecting my career,” Elysia stammered.
“Men can come up with many excuses not to marry, but there’s only one reason: he doesn’t want to. Actually, you said something right. When men get tired of playing around, they’ll naturally come home. But you’re not his wife; you have nothing to do with his home.”
Isabella checked the feminine diamond watch on her wrist. With less than ten minutes before boarding, she didn’t have time for Elysia’s rambling.
She pulled out a bill from her wallet, tossed it onto the table, and then picked up her handbag to stand.
“Elysia, you’re not qualified to call me a mistress. If you continue to be disrespectful, I won’t be polite,” she warned as she stood up in her high heels. However, Elysia lost control and grabbed her.
“Isabella, you steal my man, you are a mistress!”
Isabella didn’t like confrontation and impatiently shook her off. “Since you put it that way, confront Andrew. If he admits any involvement with you, I won’t interfere.”
With that, Isabella turned and left.
Following Olivia, Isabella boarded the plane to Berlin, Germany, from Ithaca town. The flight was over ten hours long, during which Isabella barely spoke. She wore an eye mask and slept throughout the journey.