Chapter 487

While John, Bianca, and Vincent were chatting about movies over dinner in their private room, Isabella's company was in the middle of a press conference.

The press conference was held in the company's spacious publicity room. Important guests, like a rep from a beverage company, director Zachary, and Estella, were seated in the front row.

"Hey everyone! Welcome to our press conference. Feel free to ask us anything," Isabella said with a smile, holding the mic and addressing the journalists below.

A journalist stood up, mic in hand, and asked, "Ms. Taylor, we heard your company recently bought a bunch of equipment from all over. Are you starting a new production line? What kind of products are you planning to make?"

Isabella paused for a moment but then composed herself. She figured these journalists were probably brought in by Carol, with questions provided by her too. If the press conference only focused on her award and movie investments, it would be too boring and short.

She discreetly glanced at Carol, who subtly nodded, confirming her suspicion.

Isabella smiled at the journalist and nodded. "Yeah, we're working on something new. It's a cutting-edge technology that a lot of people will find useful."

"What is it exactly? Can you give us more details? People are dying to know," the journalist pressed.

But Isabella shook her head. "Sorry, folks, for certain reasons, we can't spill the beans on the product we're cooking up just yet. Once I spill the tea, I'll have folks coming at me from all angles. You all know I've got enemies, like my dear pregnant sister."

Isabella ended with a shrug, causing laughter to ripple through the audience. They were well aware of Bianca's playful jabs at Isabella, almost turning it into an online meme.

Undeterred, the journalist persisted, "Come on, Ms. Taylor, can't you give us a little hint? Just a tiny peek?"

Taken aback by the journalist's persistence, Isabella glanced at the intrigued faces below and suddenly grinned. "I can only say it's related to this." Isabella pointed to her head, lightly tapping it twice with her finger. This sparked a flurry of discussions among the audience.

"Ms. Taylor pointing to her head, does that mean the new product is brain-related?"

"Maybe it's a brain-computer interface, like uploading your mind into a game?"

"Nah, I bet it's a brain ailment medication."

"She pointed to her head, could it be a hair growth serum? Or even shampoo?"

"Come on, now! Ms. Taylor is a big shot, one of the top family heads. She wouldn't be peddling shampoo, would she?"

Carol, seated in the front row, overheard the chatter behind her and smirked. Isabella's cryptic response not only left the crowd hanging but also stoked their curiosity even more. What caught Carol off guard was that they had dismissed the correct answer.

As the chatter started to die down, Isabella flashed a smile and said, "Alright, since there are no more burning questions, let me spill the beans. Do you all remember that recent mega lottery game with a billion-dollar jackpot?"

Many heads in the audience nodded, familiar with the billion-dollar prize buzz.

Another journalist stood up, mic in hand, and asked, "Ms. Taylor, are you bringing up the lottery because your big reveal is tied to that jackpot?"

Isabella nodded, casually saying, "Yep, folks, hate to break it to you, but I hit the jackpot with that hundred million dollar prize. Just picked up a drink yesterday, and boom, there it was."

Isabella's tone was as casual as saying, "Stepped out, grabbed a bottle of water, took a swig, and voila, no more thirst."

A hundred million bucks! Money most people could only dream of earning in a lifetime!

The audience erupted in disbelief once more.

Many couldn't wrap their heads around Isabella actually winning a hundred million dollars.

Isabella raised the mic, slightly elevating her voice to address the clamor below, "I get it, you all find it hard to believe I scored a hundred million dollar jackpot. So, this time, I've brought along reps from the beverage company to vouch for me."

Isabella gestured, and a young woman in a sharp suit rose and made her way to the stage.

"Hey, everyone, I'm Calliope Bishop, the supervisor of Beverages Sparkling Group. I can confirm that Ms. Taylor entered her winning deets last night. She's the real deal, folks, a hundred million dollar winner right here."

As soon as Calliope finished, Isabella's winning details flashed on the screen behind her.

In a flash, another journalist stood up. "I heard the head of Beverages Sparkling Group used to be Isabella's old boss at her cosmetics company. Can you assure us the lottery was legitimate?"

The journalist's question cut sharp, hinting at possible shadiness in the lottery.

Isabella and Calliope were ready for such questions, keeping their cool.

Calliope took the mic and stated, "Our lottery was legit, fair, and transparent. Every winner's info is on our official site. Ms. Taylor's win was clean as a whistle, no funny business."

The journalist hesitated, then sat back down in frustration without asking further.

Isabella and her crew knew the drill with these folks. If an average Joe won, they'd marvel at their luck. But when a wealthy person hit the jackpot, doubts about fairness crept in.

After Calliope took her seat, Isabella continued, "On the winning front, I've got another bombshell to drop."

Isabella motioned to Zachary and Estella, and the duo strolled onto the stage.

"I'm planning to invest the entire hundred million dollar prize into Ms. Foster's upcoming flick," Isabella declared.

As soon as Isabella finished, another wave of uproar erupted.