Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 597: Two Slaps (Extra Story)

"Oh my, Aurora! What a coincidence running into you here! So, you rushed off earlier because you had an appointment here?"

Peyton, who had just caught up, immediately clung to Alexander’s arm, smiling sweetly as she spoke.

Aurora pressed her lips together. At least Peyton hadn’t exposed what had happened at the Wilsons’—how considerate of her.

After all, Peyton had an image to maintain. She wouldn’t want Alexander to see an ugly side of her.

"I didn’t expect to run into you here either. Looks like Miss Peyton wasn’t satisfied with the last party and decided to continue the fun here," Aurora replied indifferently, not sparing Alexander a single glance.

For a former lover who had abandoned her so easily, the best thing to do was to act as if he didn’t exist. Looking at him even once would only remind her of how much her heart still ached.

"Not at all! Some of Alexander’s friends wanted to hang out here, so I simply arranged a private room," Peyton said with a smile.

Alexander’s face darkened. "Aurora, don’t judge others with your petty mind."

Aurora lowered her gaze and said nothing, brushing past him with a cold demeanor.

Alexander’s heart clenched as she walked by without so much as a glance in his direction.

Even though he was with Peyton now, he still couldn’t stop thinking about Aurora.

And he hated himself for it.

As he watched her retreating figure, a new presence suddenly appeared in front of her.

A pudgy man with a large belly and a greasy, grinning face stepped forward. He looked like the very definition of wealth and indulgence.

"Aurora, there you are! I’ve been waiting for you for ages!"

Isaiah chuckled as he approached. One of his bodyguards had just reported that Aurora had run into some acquaintances and might try to slip away with their help. So, he rushed out immediately.

Aurora’s face turned slightly pale.

The cool autumn breeze blew through the open window, making the hem of her purple dress flutter. The wind clung to her silhouette, accentuating her stunning figure.

Isaiah’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Such a beauty! Come on, let’s head back to the room. The food’s getting cold! And you know... without a proper meal, you won’t have the energy for what comes next."

Every word dripped with sickening innuendo.

Aurora was so furious she almost spat blood.

"Mr. Isaiah, I think there’s been some misunderstanding—"

"Come on, Aurora! You kept drinking with me, kept praising my drinking skills. Doesn’t that mean you’re interested in me? Haha, don’t be shy, let’s go!"

Isaiah grabbed Aurora’s hand and started dragging her toward the private room.

Aurora instinctively turned back, her eyes filled with a flicker of desperation—hoping, begging that Alexander would step in and stop Isaiah.

But all she received was his cold, indifferent stare—filled with nothing but contempt and hatred.

In his eyes, Aurora had been discarded by Everett and was now clinging to another rich man.

Aurora’s eyes burned red with disappointment.

How pathetic. How ridiculous.

She had made a clean break with Alexander, yet here she was, foolishly expecting him to help her.

Aurora yanked her hand free from Isaiah’s grip.

She wanted to anger him.

Because the moment she stepped back into that private room, she would be done for.

But out here, in public—no matter how indifferent Alexander was, there were security cameras.

With Eric’s connections, he could get the footage. There were also servers and staff passing by—witnesses. If she resisted here, she would have evidence, and Isaiah wouldn’t be able to slander her afterward.

"Oh my god, isn’t that Isaiah?" Peyton gasped in mock surprise, feigning concern. "He’s the owner of XW Entertainment! He has such a sharp eye for talent—every movie he invests in makes a fortune... but he does have a little flaw. He’s quite the womanizer..."

She then turned to Alexander with a fake look of urgency.

"Alexander, you should help her!"

One of Alexander’s male colleagues scoffed.

"Help her? A woman who climbs into men’s beds for roles—why should Alexander step in and get involved in that mess?"

"Exactly! She’s clearly just putting on an act. After all, you were her ex-boyfriend, Alexander. If she got caught drinking with some producer, it’d ruin her reputation. So now she’s pretending to resist to save face."

Alexander remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Aurora clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She had expected no help from Alexander.

But hearing these words, the sheer malice in them, still made her chest tighten with rage.

"Women these days... no matter how pretty they are, once they step into this industry, they all end up getting trampled by pigs."

The male colleagues sneered, mocking without restraint.

Hearing this, Alexander completely abandoned the thought of stepping in to help Aurora.

Who knew? Maybe she was perfectly willing. If he interfered, wouldn’t he just be ruining her plans?

With that thought, a cold, mocking smile played on his lips.

Even though his heart twisted with pain, he stood there like ice, watching Isaiah roughly pulling at Aurora. His eyes darkened with hostility.

But he didn’t move.

"But... Aurora doesn’t seem very willing."

If Peyton was going to play the pure and innocent act, she was going to play it perfectly.

Alexander scoffed coldly, grabbing Peyton’s arm before she could step forward.

"Peyton, stay out of it. That kind of woman—without Everett, she latched onto another man in the blink of an eye."

Peyton hesitated, while the other male colleagues also advised her not to get involved.

Meanwhile, Isaiah shamelessly tightened his grip on Aurora’s hand. She struggled with all her strength, but she simply wasn’t a match for him.

After all, he was a man—far stronger than her.

"Mr. Isaiah, I’m not feeling well. I need to go home. I’m sorry, let’s reschedule—"

Aurora’s face flushed as she tried to keep her voice polite, though her tone was already tinged with urgency.

Isaiah’s gaze flickered toward Alexander, and he let out a cruel laugh.

"Oh? You saw an old lover and now you’re backing out? You shameless slut, don’t act all high and mighty with me! You dare reject me here? Are you tired of living?"

After Aurora had left earlier, Isaiah had downed several more drinks. Now, he was completely drunk, his temper running hot.

"What the hell do you mean by this, Mr. Isaiah?" Aurora snapped, her patience finally wearing thin. "I already told you I wanted to leave, but you insisted on keeping me here drinking. I have no interest in you like that. As for the script, I’ll consider it. Now, let go of me and let’s talk like rational adults!"

Her voice was sharp, no longer as submissive as before.

But that only enraged Isaiah further.

With a furious snarl, he swung his hand.

SMACK!

The slap sent Aurora reeling, her vision exploding with stars.

Alexander’s body stiffened.

It was as if that slap had landed directly on his face—because for some reason... it hurt.

"You filthy whore! Don’t pretend to be pure. Didn’t you drink with me just so you could get the role? And then climb into my bed? What’s wrong? Now that you’ve been caught by someone you know, you’re embarrassed? Stop pretending! You’re nothing but a cheap—"

Before Isaiah could finish his sentence—

Aurora yanked her hand free and slapped him across the face!

The sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoed through the hallway.