Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Izabella doesn't know the things Lucia did to Starry after she got out of prison, but it's not like she's been hating Lucia for a day or two.

Just came in when she saw Lucia, she felt bad luck, if not Starry said it was okay, she wanted to change the place.

Now that Lucia has come to us herself, Izabella is not too polite: "Who are you? What do we have to talk about with you?"

Lucia's face changed for a moment as she ignored Izabella and looked at Starry: "Or, would Miss Bradley mind, letting Miss Baxter hear about your past as well?"

"I have nothing to talk about between you and Miss Scott, and if Miss Scott has to talk, I don't mind if you talk to my lawyer."

Starry finished, directly from the phone to call out Filip to her lawyer's number, and then pushed the phone to Lucia's heel: "Miss Scott talk about it!"

Lucia's face went white all of a sudden, knowing that Starry now knew about the things she had done.

She glanced at Izabella, who was pinching the rim of her coffee cup, with the intention that if she didn't leave, she would immediately throw the coffee at her.

Izabella she can't afford to mess with.

Lucia gritted her teeth and took out a recorder from inside her bag: "Miss Bradley can record this every day before deciding whether she wants to talk to me properly, since you are not convenient today, then we will contact you some other time."

She put down the recorder and then turned around and walked away.

"What a man this is!"

Izabella thinks Lucia is sick, and she's still out of jail: "Does she think she's been in jail too long?"

Starry smiled reassuringly at Izabella, "Don't mind her."

She could probably understand why Lucia kept staring at her. People always used to look for reasons in others instead of looking for shortcomings in themselves.

Izabella glanced at the recorder on that desk, she was a little curious but knew it was Starry's personal business, "So this......"

Starry took the phone back and looked at the recorder Lucia had left behind. Half a second later, she picked it up and pressed the play button straight away. "Starry, are you crazy? That's not my brother!"

"I'm not crazy, I know he's not a Sebastian. but Edward, I need a Sebastian to keep me alive."

"But he is not ah...... you marry him, why bother!"

"He is, they're so much alike, Edward, don't you think they're alike?"

"I don't think so, Starry!"

Izabella's face changed and changed as she listened to the recording.

After ten seconds of recording, Izabella subconsciously looked at Starry.

This is not the first time Starry listened to this recording, compared to the last time, she heard it again this time, but the mood is much calmer.

She looked at Izabella, "The last time, Rowan had this same recording and wanted to talk to me."

Starry said and laughed lightly, "Too bad I didn't talk to him then."

Now, how would she talk to Lucia.

Izabella listened on the sidelines, with many questions she wanted to ask Starry, but didn't know where to start.

Starry, on the contrary, took the initiative to open up: "Izabella is not very curious, I married Filip at that time, is it because Filip like a deceased person?" Izabella took a sip of coffee: "Is that true?"

"Sort of."

Starry didn't deny it, and there's nothing she can't admit.

Izabella suddenly felt irritated, although she had heard about it for a long time, but this is the first time from Starry's mouth to hear her admit it.

She took a bite of her mousse and hesitantly asked, "Filip, does he know about this?"

"I don't know."

"Don't tell him!"

Izabella and Starry are on the same line, she would not like to see Filip good.

Izabella thought of Filip's reaction when he found out about it from someone else's mouth.

Starry put the recorder away, "I'm still going to tell him when I get a chance."

Only, it seems to have been unable to find a suitable opportunity.

"Then let's find the opportunity to fight."

"Hmm."

The two hadn't seen each other for some time, and Izabella had been busy since she returned from the resort.

She was worried that Starry was having a bad time and asked a lot of questions about Starry's time.

Starry wasn't impatient either, and she said whatever she asked.

The two sat at West Bank Cafe for more than two hours until 5:30 in the evening, when they got up and left to choose a Thai restaurant nearby.

After having dinner, the two went to the bar.

Izabella is not a bar-hopping person, but she has been under a lot of stress at work lately, and Starry was free, so she thought they would go to a bar together to relax. The two arrived a little early, the bar at this time are not many people, the music is still relaxed slow music.

Starry was going to drive and wasn't going to drink.

Izabella, who is an average drinker, ordered a cocktail with a lower degree.

The two arrived at the bar at nine o'clock is not yet, sat for a while, after nine o'clock, more people came in.

Izabella called out of the blue, "Starry, I'm going to take a call."

"Go ahead."

Starry took a sip of her juice and looked at the singer on stage, her thoughts letting go.

Clear bar is relatively quiet, although more people, but not as noisy as the night bar, Starry can also accept the atmosphere.

After Izabella went out, Starry was the only one at the seat. When the waiter came over with the wine, Starry was slightly stunned: "I didn't order any wine." "This is from that gentleman over there."

Starry looked in the direction the waiter indicated, and there was a man at a card table not far away, waving at her.

Starry only took a glance and withdrew his eyes: "Sorry, please send it back to that gentleman, I don't drink."

The waiter did not insist on staying, and he brought the wine to the man at that table: "This gentleman, the lady says she doesn't drink."

"Then you bring her a glass of juice."

The waiter wanted to say something, but fearing that the customer would not be satisfied, he sent a glass of juice over to Starry.

Just as Izabella came back, "This juice contains wine, Starry did you order it?"

Starry, of course, did not order, and she refused again, "Please tell that gentleman that I will order what I like myself, without his expense."

The waiter passed on Starry's words and soon the man came over to Starry's side: "Two beauties, do me a favor and let my brother treat you to a drink?"

Inside the bar there are also some dizzy drink, Starry face slightly cold down: "No, thanks."

Izabella frowned back, "We'll order our own, thanks for the kind words."

The man was under the face and went back with a green face.

Although people have left, but the man's eyes always look at Starry here from time to time.

Izabella sensed and felt upset, but it was not good to cause trouble: "Starry, some boredom, let's go back?"

Starry inclined his head, "Hmm? Didn't you say your favorite band was singing here today?"

"It's okay La, there will be a chance next time, that man keeps looking at you, it's too annoying!"

Starry gave the man a faint look, "Then let's go back."

The two got up and went out of the bar, just got into the car, the man with two other men stopped in front of the car: "Beauty, what's the origin ah, not even give a face?"