Chapter 90

Isabella Langley's fingers trembled slightly around her phone.

It was the third day of filming for Phoenix Feather, and she had been thriving on set. The director praised her natural talent, even veteran actors couldn't stop complimenting her performance.

Yet Adrian Valentine's calls kept going unanswered.

Something felt off since yesterday. The man who had always doted on her suddenly became distant.

"Miss Langley, time for touch-ups." The assistant director's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

She forced a smile, only to freeze when she turned around.

Scarlett Orlando descended from her luxury van in a designer gown, trailed by three assistants. The movie star's crimson lips curved as she carried herself with the effortless grace of an Academy Award winner.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Langley." Scarlett paused, her gaze sweeping over Isabella's costume. "I heard Mr. Valentine invested five million? Quite the generous patron."

Isabella clenched her skirt. "The casting was the director's decision, Miss Orlando."

"Was it?" Scarlett's laugh was light. "Then I wish you record-breaking box office success."

Watching Scarlett's retreating figure, Isabella dug her nails into her palms. She'd make everyone see who the real winner was.

Meanwhile, thick cigar smoke filled the private club on the city outskirts.

Vincent Langley slid a cigar toward Julian Roscente. "Mr. Roscente, I've heard so much about you."

Julian arched an eyebrow. "You flatter me, Mr. Langley."

"Rumor has it you've been searching for a certain painting." Vincent lowered his voice. "What a coincidence—I happen to have leads."

Julian's expression shifted instantly.

"All I ask is an introduction to your father..." Vincent traced the rim of his teacup meaningfully.

Outside, thunder cracked as torrential rain began pounding against the windows.