Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 595: On the Verge of Ruin? (Extra Story)

As Savannah pushed open the door to the private room, Aurora suddenly picked up her phone. "Miss Taylor, I need to make a quick call. I’ll be right in."

Savannah smiled and nodded patiently, standing there as if waiting for Aurora to finish.

She didn’t believe for a second that Aurora had any friends in this place. Once things unfolded the way she had planned, there would be no one to save her!

Aurora quickly called Eleanor, briefly informing her of her location and the private room she was in. Eleanor immediately understood what she meant.

After hanging up, Aurora and Dominic followed Savannah inside.

Inside the private room, a man with a bulging belly lounged on the sofa, two scantily clad women draped around him, laughing and drinking.

"Well, well, Savannah, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting forever!" Qian Yuejin, the boss of XW Entertainment, grinned as he stood up.

"My apologies for keeping Mr. Isaiah waiting," Savannah said with a smile. "Let me introduce you—this is my good friend, Aurora. And Aurora, this is Mr. Isaiah from XW Entertainment."

She pulled Aurora forward, her gaze subtly signaling something.

Isaiah’s eyes immediately locked onto Aurora.

She had lost some weight recently, but the purple silk gown she wore only accentuated her elegance. Her face was pale, yet her bright, expressive eyes, delicate features, and ethereal presence captivated him.

Women as pure and radiant as Aurora were rare these days.

Isaiah recognized her, but this was his first time seeing her in person. His eyes narrowed with pleasure as he reached out to shake her hand, deliberately lingering longer than necessary.

Aurora instantly felt a wave of unease.

She had read about this Isaiah in the papers before—he was known for being a lecher. While he had a keen eye for investment and most of the films and dramas he backed turned a huge profit, many actresses had fallen prey to his ways.

What Aurora didn’t realize was that Savannah’s rise to fame was largely thanks to this very man, Qian Yuejin.

"Miss Aurora, you’re even more beautiful in person than on screen. What a treat for the eyes!" Isaiah chuckled, nearly drooling.

Aurora subtly withdrew her hand, offering a polite yet composed smile. "You flatter me, Mr. Isaiah. Miss Taylor invited me here to meet you, but I must admit, I have no experience in acting..."

"No need to be modest! With your talent, Miss Wilson, you’ll shine no matter what role you take. Please, have a seat, have a seat!" Isaiah said enthusiastically.

Savannah pulled Aurora down beside her, while Dominic and Clark exchanged a concerned glance before sitting off to the side.

Dominic was quietly alarmed. She discreetly took out her phone and messaged Eleanor.

Savannah, however, didn’t seem to care. After all, she knew that this private room wasn’t somewhere just anyone could walk into.

"Miss Wilson, I actually have a period drama in the works with a massive budget—somewhere between 100 million and 500 million. Let’s discuss it tonight."

Isaiah beamed as he spoke.

Savannah smiled. "Aurora, you’re still young, so you have to seize opportunities. Many artists would kill for a chance to work with Mr. Isaiah, but he only collaborates with those he deems worthy."

Her implication was clear—being chosen by Isaiah was a privilege.

Aurora remained poised, nodding slightly. "I appreciate Miss Taylor’s recommendation, but acting is something that requires the right opportunity. If I like the script, I’ll consider it."

Isaiah immediately waved off the two women beside him and ordered a lavish spread of dishes.

Aurora was mildly surprised. Cloudwater Lounge typically didn’t serve food—was Isaiah an investor here as well?

"Come, let’s have a toast!" Isaiah grinned, raising his glass.

Dominic quickly stood up. "Mr. Isaiah, Aurora has had stomach issues recently, and her doctor advised her not to drink. I’ll drink on her behalf!"

Isaiah didn’t seem to mind. Dominic downed the glass in one go, and her face instantly flushed pink.

Aurora grew concerned. If Dominic kept drinking like this, would she get drunk?

But Isaiah was relentless, continuously urging more drinks. Discomfort settled deep within Aurora. She despised these kinds of social gatherings.

Meanwhile, Savannah played along, pretending to be thrilled and joining in the drinking.

Aurora knew full well that Savannah harbored hostility toward her. More than once, she caught Savannah shooting knowing glances at Isaiah, as if secretly signaling him.

With just a single glance from Savannah, Isaiah became even more persistent in urging drinks. One glass after another, and before long, Dominic was completely unconscious, slumped over the table.

"Mr. Isaiah, Dominic is drunk. I should take her home first. If I have time, I’ll schedule another meeting with you," Aurora stood up and said with a gentle smile.

But Isaiah had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed Aurora’s hand firmly. "Isn’t Dominic just your assistant? No need to worry about a mere assistant. I’ll have someone take her to the lounge in the back to rest."

A subtle tension built in Aurora’s chest—this man was clearly not someone to be taken lightly.

With a wave of Isaiah’s hand, two bodyguards stepped forward and carried Dominic to the back lounge.

Savannah put on an apologetic look and turned to Aurora. "Aurora, I’m not feeling well... You and Mr. Isaiah continue your conversation. I’ll be heading out first."

Aurora saw through her act in an instant.

Savannah was trying to leave her alone here, setting her up so Isaiah could have his way with her. Ha! What a venomous woman.

Aurora quickly withdrew her hand. "Miss Taylor, if you’re not feeling well, then I shouldn’t stay either. After all, you brought me here. Now that you’re leaving, how could I possibly have the mood to continue drinking?"

Her words were perfectly reasonable, leaving Savannah momentarily speechless. Her lips twitched as she forced a smile. "Aurora, no need to feel guilty. I won’t blame you. Just stay and keep Mr. Isaiah company."

Isaiah’s expression darkened when he saw Aurora resisting, but the greed in his eyes only grew stronger.

Aurora, however, remained composed and shook her head. "Mr. Isaiah has always been a respectable and honorable businessman. Miss Taylor, your words might be a little misleading. Mr. Isaiah is known for treating artists fairly—he wouldn’t concern himself with something as trivial as drinking, would he?"

With just that one statement, she flattered Qian Yuejin to the skies, and he immediately puffed up with pride. "You’re absolutely right! I never force artists to drink with me..."

Savannah coughed sharply, shooting Isaiah a glare.

Watching their interaction, Aurora could tell that their relationship was far from just business.

Realizing his mistake, Isaiah awkwardly chuckled. "Aurora, since we have this rare opportunity, let’s at least enjoy a meal while discussing the script. I won’t force you to drink."

Aurora responded with a light, graceful smile, a smile so captivating that Isaiah nearly lost himself in it. A beauty like her—what man wouldn’t want to possess her?

"Miss Taylor, if you’re feeling unwell, why don’t I take you home?" Aurora attempted to decline again, but Isaiah simply chuckled and shook his head.

"Savannah has Clark with her. Clark, take her home."

"That’s right, Clark can drive. I have a doctor at home, so Aurora, you don’t need to worry about me," Savannah said with a bright, unwavering smile—showing no signs of discomfort at all.

Clark stepped forward to support Savannah and cast a brief glance back at Aurora, his eyes filled with a faint sense of pity and regret.

What a promising young star she was—yet tonight, she would be ruined at Isaiah’s hands.