She instinctively turned her head, and the first thing she saw was the flickering light between Andrew's left index and ring fingers. Isabella's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She directly took the cigarette butt from his hand and tossed it into the crystal ashtray on the table. "It's been barely any time since you got out of the hospital, and you're already forgetting the pain of the scar. Smoking is harmful to your health." Although Isabella sternly scolded Andrew, he showed no signs of annoyance. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips. "What are you looking at?" he asked with a gentle smile, his deep gaze landing on the computer on the table, displaying Charles' name and some online photos. Charles was a public figure, and there was a lot of information and photos of him online. He was also someone who enjoyed flaunting himself and didn't mind exposure to the camera. Even gossip about him and various female celebrities could be found online. Various female celebrities
At the Harris family's villa, it was bustling early in the morning.Isabella was awakened by the noise.“Ava, what's causing such a racket?” She sat up in bed, lazily stretching, her beautiful brows almost furrowed together.Ava came in holding a bowl of oatmeal with milk, nonchalantly replied, 'Aria had a stomachache early in the morning and just went to the hospital. Mrs. Ada went along too. They probably won't make it to the banquet.'Upon hearing this, Isabella snorted disdainfully. She had already guessed that Mrs. Ada and Aria might not fulfill their plans this time. Charlotte was impatient to reintroduce Emily into high society circles, so how could she miss such a good opportunity at the Turner family's banquet?Charlotte was indeed astute and could keep a cool head. She had kept Mrs. Ada and Aria entertained for so long but managed to bring them down at the most crucial moment.In terms of scheming and patience, ten Eleanors might not necessarily be Charlotte's match. Suddenl
Victoria now felt a headache whenever she saw Isabella, prickly like a hedgehog; whoever provoked her would get pricked without mercy. "Isabella, why won't you heed advice? What benefit do you get from annoying Nora? From what I can tell, Mrs. Hannah seems to have taken a liking to you. If you're planning to marry into their family, having a bad relationship with Nora could give you a headache in the future." "You're overthinking it. I'm not destined to marry into their family," Isabella replied indifferently, flicking the water off her hands, nearly splashing Victoria's face. Victoria instinctively stepped back. At that moment, two other girls walked in, joining them at the washbasin. Both were strangers to each other, not requiring any greetings. Isabella and Victoria remained silent, while the other two women touched up their makeup and gossiped. One of them chuckled sarcastically, "Did you see that just now? Quite an eye-opener, isn't it? The illegitimate daughter of a deput
The test results are good, the knife is sharp enough, it didn't take much effort to pierce the tire. Isabella looked at Henry emotionlessly as he opened the car door and got in. The car only drove a dozen meters before quickly stopping by the roadside. He got out to check and found the right rear tire completely deflated, a beautiful jeweled dagger stuck in it, still in place. Henry was frustrated because of the punctured tire when he heard a clear sound of high heels landing behind him, very pleasant to the ears. He looked up to see Isabella walking gracefully, her shapely figure wrapped in a blue dress, a pure face carrying a somewhat enchanting allure. She slightly raised her chin, carrying a bit of arrogance, observing him as if enjoying the spectacle. Henry stood straight, pointing at the wheel, "Your handiwork?" "This is just a tit for tat." After hearing this, Henry was stunned for a moment, then strangely found himself amused by her. "You called Isabella, right? I unde
The interior fell into silence, and the entire Harris family villa was enveloped in quietness. In contrast, the Turner family estate still shone brightly, bustling with activity. It wasn't until nightfall that Andrew showed up, naturally becoming the center of attention. As he moved through, people eager to curry favor with him almost formed a line. He courteously dealt with them, maintaining a slight distance from everyone. Andrew, being of the younger generation, arrived late for the elder's celebration, and naturally had to make amends first with Mrs. Hannah. "Sorry, I'm late. Let me self-punish with a drink." Andrew reached out, and his assistant promptly handed him a glass. He downed the drink, a rare display of humility, appearing very respectful and humble. Mrs. Hannah raised her eyelids. Despite any discontent she might have, she wouldn't confront the current head of the Turner family in public. "That's enough, I know you're busy with work, burning the candle at both en
"That's your father," Andrew replied coldly."He's still your elder. Andrew, don't forget your blood ties with the Turner family," Layla's face slightly darkened."Blood ties don't mean everything," Andrew teased. "The only one who truly acted as my father figure was Joshua."Mentioning Joshua, Layla's expression changed slightly. She adjusted her sleeves and tousled her long hair, casually saying, "I just saw Zoe, but now she's gone off somewhere. I'll go chat with her. You should go back and rest early."After Layla finished speaking, she twisted her waist and left.Andrew put out his cigarette, rubbed his sore brow with two fingers, and faintly smiled.Joshua and Layla were also tangled in some unresolved mess.He stood on the terrace for a while, somewhat weary, and then went back inside.Andrew's room was also on the third floor, the largest room at the end of the left side, with an attached study and office space.As he pushed open the door, a choking perfume scent permeated the
Andrew was obedient, complying by sitting in the passenger seat. After fastening his seatbelt, he asked with a faint smile, "Not coming home with me?" "I'm staying at the Harris family tonight. I'll be back with you tomorrow, be good," Isabella said, rotating the steering wheel with one hand while touching his handsome face with the other, her tone akin to coaxing a child. Her car moved along the road, the atmosphere inside the confined space was tranquil, with the stereo playing a classic song, "Right Here Waiting." Andrew was usually a patient person, but he'd never felt 'waiting' was so agonizing as he did now. He thought, perhaps Layla was right; it was time for him to settle down with a wife who understood him. Despite the numerous failed marriages in the Turner family, it didn't mean he would necessarily be a failure. Quietly gazing at Isabella's profile, her skin was fair, akin to the most delicate porcelain. Her lashes were dark and long, fluttering like butterfly wings
At this moment, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.Andrew returned to the apartment, and the living room light was unexpectedly on.In front of the huge French windows, a tall and slender silhouette of a woman was reflected. Upon hearing footsteps, she casually turned around, "Back already?"Andrew strode into the living room, removing his tie as he walked and tossing it on the couch, "Why are you here so late?""Zoe ran out crying from our home, so I came to ask what happened," Layla answered nonchalantly.Sitting down on the large couch, Andrew casually crossed his long legs, "Why didn't you call? Was it necessary for you to come all this way for such a trivial matter?""I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air," Layla walked over and sat across from him. "If I hadn't come suddenly, I wouldn't have witnessed what just happened. Andrew, don't you have anything to say about it?"Andrew calmly looked at Layla, his tone indifferent, emitting an aura that warned against