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
After a brief silence, Ava asked again, "Do you often meet with Asher's father?" "Yes," Isabella answered honestly. "He hasn't taken advantage of you, has he?" Ava continued. "Not yet," Isabella said. Ava nodded, perhaps not paying much attention to the word "yet" that Isabella added before "not." She sighed in resignation. "Between men and women, once a child is involved, it's hard to cleanly sever ties. You've been together for so long, what kind of person is he?" Ava thought Isabella was too young and only judged people by their appearances. Moreover, when Asher was born, she only met Asher's father once, and he was quite handsome. Men like him could easily charm young girls. Ava wasn't entirely convinced and decided she needed to meet him personally. "Arrange a meeting with Asher's father someday. I need to have a talk with him." "What?" Isabella was taken aback. Ava wasn't someone easily persuaded. Isabella was genuinely worried if Andrew could handle her. "He's really a
On the theater's main stage, several actors were rehearsing a play. Isabella, who didn't quite understand these things, hadn't had a chance to enjoy the scene before being brought in front of the director. Isabella also knew she didn't have much talent in acting. She sighed, drooping her small face, and said, 'Ah, looks like I won't get the part again.' "Who says you won't? I've already got the contract signed for you," Olivia said, pulling out a contract from her handbag and handing it to her. "This audition was just for the director to assess your acting skills. The role is already set, it's the second female lead. Not too heavy in terms of lines, but the character is good, quite vivid. If performed well, it'll stand out. Even if not, it won't be a big deal. I think it suits you." Isabella nodded, flipping through the contract absentmindedly. "A movie from Charles' company?" She looked at Olivia in surprise. In her mind, she hadn't even met that scumbag Charles. How did such a go
"This is our sister-in-law, right? Hello, sister-in-law!" Before Andrew could finish, those men eagerly answered, showing a very warm attitude. Andrew faintly smiled and introduced each of those men to Isabella. Her memory was pretty good; with seven or eight people, she quickly got a rough idea. These soldiers were all very warm-hearted. One who looked relatively young stood up and saluted Isabella, and when shaking hands, he first wiped his hand on his pants. "My palm's sweaty," he grinned and touched his head. Isabella warmly treated them while sitting together. "It's your first time here; don't feel like strangers. Just treat it like your own home." Seeing that she quickly got along with his comrades, Andrew smiled lightly and went back to the kitchen. With so many people, there was no time for last-minute cooking. Most of the food was ordered from a large hotel, just needing to be plated. Andrew was portioning the dishes when a tall man walked in. He was Austin, Andrew's c