Lost in You novel Chapter 70

I know what I am going to do.

What Porter wants is Isabel, who has been working hard for her so many years. What if he finally finds that he has been tricked? What will happen then?

Isabel wants too much, and God knows how many hurtful things she has done. She deserves to get retribution because of this.

They are still chatting on.

Porter is a little anxious, "You have already got so much. Everything in the Orlando family belongs to your son. What else do you want?"

"You have endured the humiliation for so long. Don't you know what I want? Porter, please help me. You know how the lady of the Orlando family treated me before. If she knows I make it to her position after she died, what will she do? I just want to humiliate her!" Isabel chuckles.

"But, when will I have to wait? I want to be with you all the time. I don't want you to be with another man anymore." Porter says and takes Isabel's hands.

Isabel smiles, her slender hands stroking Porter's hand, "Porter, please help me again. I'm going to be Mrs. Orlando. What's more, I'll always be yours. You're the only one I love. How could that man be lovable than you?"

Porter is happy to hear that and laughs, "Really? Do you really love me alone?"

"Of course." Isabel smiles coquettishly at Porter.

Bullshit.

I smirk in my heart, I'm afraid there is only glory and wealth in Isabel's heart. Porter is just her pawn; I even know what Isabel would do next.

I am waiting for her next action.

Isabel, you made me shed too many tears. It's time for you to taste the bitterness too.

Porter and Isabel walk out one after another, and go to the opposite building. What is on the opposite?

A hotel. What they are going to do is self-evident.

I take photos of them and these are the evidence.

Waiting for them to leave, I concentrate on enjoying the food. I am excited. The day has finally come.

The press conference will be held soon in the Friendship Building.

I am sitting at the press conference, looking at the reporters and fans in front of me, and finally have a feeling of holding my head high. I want to announce to this city that I am back again.

"We all know that you are a single mom, and it is somewhat similar to the story in the final chapter. Is this story a reflection of your life? Are you the prototype of the story?" The reporter asks a very sharp question.

I smile, "I am not the prototype of this story. It is a fictional story. Maybe because of my identity, everyone has some speculations. In fact, I am not a single mother. I had this child when I divorced, and her father has passed away.”

This is the story of Carl, but I used her identity.

When the reporter wants to continue, a burst of cheers comes from the crowd suddenly. I look over.

James suddenly walks out of the backstage position, the lights chasing him.

People couldn't stay calm, and for a moment the cameras click.

The host is a little dumbfounded and doesn't know what is going on. After a few seconds, she says, "I didn't expect today's special guest to be so mysterious! Only now did I know that this person is the president of the Orlando Group, James!"

In a dark blue suit, James strides towards me firmly with his slender legs.

I don't know what James is thinking, but he has a smile on his face and looks very charming.

I realize that I have been staring at him for too long, so I look away quickly.

"This is big gossip. The Orlando’s president personally comes here!"

"He’s so handsome!"

"I wonder if everyone is satisfied with this session today?" James takes the microphone and says naturally.

"Yes!" Everyone answers in chorus.

"In fact, I'm here today to sign a copyright agreement with our author. The Sky Fun Entertainment of Orlando Group is going to make Deep Love a film. We can look forward to that." James looks at me, makes a sign, and hands me the microphone.

I didn't even consider selling the copyright to Orlando Group, but James has taken the initiative to say that.

Won't I give the Orlando Group face if I don't agree? Well, I may lose the ground if I embarrass the Orlando Group in front of everyone. James plays the tricks!

I glance at him and smile, "Everyone can look forward to it."

My words are just to agree with what James says.

James smiles at me and gives a wry smile.

He is showing off, as if saying that I could not escape his control and pursuit.

James, you are a jerk.

We sign the agreement on the spot and it takes effect immediately.

The conference is completed, the host Haley pats her chest, "Dear, you should let us know in advance. He doesn't show up when we had rehearsal."

"Sorry, I just knew that." I comfort her and say, "Today I treat everyone a supper, just to celebrate it."

The restaurant is not far from the conference, and everyone goes there with joy after work.

However, an unexpected guest appears midway.

It’s James.

By the time we arrive, he is already sitting there waiting for us.

"Mr. James?" Haley walks over timidly.

I look at him in surprise.

It is a small restaurant, which feels incompatible with James's identity.