Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 598: Tired of Living! (Extra Story)

Isaiah was stunned. After being a boss for so many years, he had encountered plenty of reluctant women. But once they were given a promise, those actresses would obediently lie down and let him do as he pleased.

But Aurora? She was feisty!

"Heh, a wild little kitten—I like it! Take her to my private room!" Isaiah sneered, his gaze sweeping coldly over Alexander. "As for you kids over there, if you want to stay alive, you’d better keep your mouths shut!"

Alexander felt his blood freeze. He didn’t know whether he should intervene. Aurora clearly didn’t want this.

"Alexander, don’t be impulsive! That woman clung to Everett and then dumped you. Now she’s latching onto another rich man. Don’t cause trouble over a woman like her!"

A colleague grabbed Alexander, and in that split second, he hesitated.

Aurora was lifted off the ground by two bodyguards. She screamed and roared, "Isaiah! If you dare lay a finger on me, you won’t last in this business! It was Savannah who brought me here, and you even got my assistant drunk—"

She panted heavily, struggling as they dragged her toward the private room.

Alexander remained silent. Aurora’s breath hitched, her eyes red. She never imagined that after seven years together, the man she loved would still believe others over her.

Ha! This cruel reality—hadn’t she already known it? She just refused to accept it.

But now, her heart could finally die completely.

Isaiah let out a triumphant, twisted laugh. He cast a smug glance at the tormented Alexander before striding toward the private room.

Aurora thrashed violently. "Let go! ... Mr. Isaiah, you’re going to regret this—"

Isaiah laughed arrogantly. In this place, he was the king. Every actress who had been with him knew better than to defy him.

"Regret? No way! You’re such a fresh beauty—I have nothing to regret!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden rush of footsteps echoed behind him. Isaiah instinctively turned around, only to see a fist flying straight at his face.

Before he could react, the punch landed hard, sending him flying to the side with a pained shriek.

The two bodyguards immediately dropped Aurora and rushed to help their bloodied boss.

The unexpected punch left Alexander and the others in stunned silence. Then, a group of men stormed in from the staircase—seven or eight bodyguards, along with a man whose expression was grim and urgent.

"Mr. Qian—ah! If it isn’t Everett! What an honor to have you here!"

A sycophantic manager approached the man who had thrown the punch with a fawning smile.

Aurora, still breathless and shaken, looked at the man in disbelief. He was dressed in the venue’s uniform—most likely the manager.

And the man who had just punched Isaiah... was none other than Everett.

Standing there, Aurora suddenly felt at a loss.

"Alexander, let’s go. This has nothing to do with us."

A voice murmured softly.

Alexander’s face grew even colder, a flicker of pain flashing in his eyes. So that woman had gone to such lengths just to attract Everett’s attention?

At that moment, all traces of regret vanished from him. Without hesitation, he turned and left with his friends.

Peyton, watching from the sidelines, was inwardly delighted. She had intentionally hinted to Alexander that Aurora was here after learning Savannah had brought her. She never expected such a dramatic spectacle to unfold.

Tsk tsk, perhaps she should reward Aurora with a bonus for this performance.

On the other side, as Aurora watched Alexander walk away, her heart no longer ached. What remained was numbness. She withdrew her gaze indifferently, only to see Isaiah wipe the blood from his mouth.

"Who the hell—"

"Isaiah!" the manager suddenly barked. "This is our esteemed guest, Everett! Apologize to him at once!"

Isaiah was dumbfounded. Everett? Where had this wild card come from to ruin his plans?

One of his bodyguards leaned in and whispered, "Boss, that’s... Everett."

Isaiah’s face darkened. Everett rarely appeared in public and had seldom been in Country S. However, ever since NC Group had established itself in the country, Everett’s reputation had grown formidable.

He was just like Eric—no, even more ruthless.

"Everett... So it’s you..." Isaiah forced a dry chuckle. "This was just... a misunderstanding, right?"

No matter how much of a boss he was in the entertainment industry, he was nowhere near Everett’s level. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Everett’s icy gaze locked onto him.

"Apologize to Miss Wilson."

Isaiah’s face instantly darkened, but when he saw his fellow shareholder looking even grimmer—his face practically as dark as charcoal—he had no choice but to swallow his anger. Forcing himself to remain composed, he turned to Aurora.

"Miss Wilson, my sincerest apologies. I misunderstood you just now," he said, suppressing his frustration.

That punch had completely sobered him up.

Aurora gazed at him coldly. "Mr. Isaiah, I won’t be taking that script. You can give it to someone more suitable... If Miss Taylor hadn’t insisted on bringing me here, I doubt we would have had this misunderstanding."

With that, she shot a cautious glance at Everett before quickly lowering her head and running toward the nearby elevator.

Everett frowned. He had just done a good deed, yet this woman didn’t even bother to thank him?

Aurora rushed into the elevator, panting. It was only after she had gone downstairs that she suddenly remembered—Dominic was still in the lounge. With no other choice, she reluctantly called Everett, asking him to bring Dominic out.

"Take her away when she gets back," Everett said indifferently.

Aurora sighed in frustration. It seemed she wouldn’t be able to avoid running into him after all.

When she returned to the scene, Dominic had already been brought out, half-drunk and barely conscious.

"Ah... Aurora... You’re finally here... I’ve been waiting forever..."

Aurora was speechless. Did Dominic even know what had just happened?

She reached out to support her, but Dominic was much heavier than her. The moment she tried to help, she almost lost her balance.

"Get them downstairs and make sure they get home safely," Everett instructed Tobias coolly.

Aurora bit her lip. So Everett... wasn’t planning to entangle himself with her any further? Summoning her courage, she finally lifted her gaze.

"Thank you... for what you did today, Everett."

Her tone was polite and distant.

Everett merely scoffed. "I simply stepped in when I saw something unjust. If it had been someone else in your situation, I would’ve done the same."

Tobias, standing nearby, smirked to himself. Since when had his young master become such a noble hero, helping just anyone in need?

Meanwhile, Isaiah was still trembling with lingering fear, seething inside. He wished he could skin Savannah alive for this mess! That wretched woman had gotten him into trouble with Everett, and he would make sure to settle the score with her.

Everett, however, paid him no mind. His gaze lingered on Aurora’s retreating figure, his eyes filled with an emotion too deep to describe. But he quickly forced himself to look away and turned his cold, sharp gaze onto Isaiah, who stood there with his head hung low.

"Mr. Isaiah," Everett said icily, "you must be... tired of living."

Daring to touch the woman he had his eye on?

Hah.