At the same time, Isabella followed the others out of the exhibition hall. "Grandma, Auntie, I have something to attend to, so I'll leave first," Isabella said, carrying her handbag, stepping in high heels, and gracefully walking down the steps. Emily stared at her retreating figure and said angrily, "Mom, she couldn't really be chosen by Mrs. Hannah, right?" Charlotte comfortingly patted her hand, "Don't worry, how could the Turner family accommodate a second-hand goods who has given birth to a child?" "But Mrs. Hannah clearly showed no interest in me," Emily felt disheartened. "Mrs. Hannah's opinion doesn't represent her grandson's feelings. We still need to find a way from his side. Let's go, we'll discuss it more when we get back," Charlotte said, glancing subconsciously in the direction Isabella had left. Meanwhile, Isabella had already sat in a private car; she indeed had something important to attend to. Over the next few days, her schedule was packed with commitments, a
Emily, who was exposed, turned pale, her lips trembling slightly. Her eyes, which seemed like they wanted to cry but couldn't, were filled with tears. What was originally a carefully planned beautiful encounter, in the eyes of the other person, turned out to be nothing more than a ridiculous farce, with her as the clown. Henry crossed his arms, his eagle-like eyes sharp and looking down at Emily. "Are you Emily? I've heard about you. You've been with two men, the first was the son of a real estate tycoon. Because he had a drug history, he was forced to break up, and you even went to the extent of aborting the child. The second was the heir of the Brown family; when their family just lost power, you abruptly broke off the engagement without any hesitation. They say a harlot has no feelings, and an actress has no righteousness. Emily, which category do you belong to?" Henry's voice was indifferent, almost contemptuous. Emily's meticulously done makeup couldn't hide the paleness th
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked nearby blinked its lights twice. Andrew strode over, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat, his long, clean hands resting on the steering wheel. The car slowly pulled out of the garage. He drove slowly, searching for Isabella along the way. He wanted to find her quickly and then, confess openly that he wasn't just some wanderer. His identity and position could provide her with everything she desired. However, despite driving quite far, he still hadn't seen Isabella's shadow. Yet, he could faintly smell her scent. Perhaps they had missed each other at some unsuspecting crossroad. ... Meanwhile, James found Emily in the club's restroom. She curled up in a corner, tears streaming down her face. "Emily? Why are you hiding here?" James raised an eyebrow, looking at her. Emily lifted her pointed chin, tearfully murmuring, "James." "Get up quickly; the floor is cold." James walked over and helped her up from the ground. However, Emily's l
Day 2Isabella and Olivia were on their way to the club.Although the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry were somewhat exaggerated, female celebrities and investors often couldn't avoid contact. Once in good terms, being taken care of was not uncommon.As they rode in the car, Isabella kept a cold expression, making Olivia sigh."Can you not act like a child? If you really don't like it, just go in, handle it reluctantly, then find an excuse to leave," Olivia said.Isabella kept looking out of the window, remaining silent.Olivia, feeling increasingly helpless, continued, "It's customary for female stars to accompany investors for meals in the industry, usually arranged by the company. I've made excuses for you many times before, but this time, you have to come. Many of the films you've acted in were funded by these people. In other words, they are your patrons."Olivia was similarly averse to this situation, but one had to accept reality; being excessively proud would only
Considering that all the patrons present were untouchable, she couldn't afford to cause trouble for Olivia, so she had to grit her teeth and bear it. Then, her arm suddenly jerked, pretending to accidentally spill the drink. Some of the alcohol splashed onto Brandon's arm, and some sprinkled on her skirt. Panicked, she stood up in disarray and hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. Brandon, I really didn't mean it." She apologized while quickly using a tissue to wipe his arm. Originally, the drink had only landed on his arm, but in her hasty attempt to clean it, it stained his shirt and trousers. "No need, I'll take care of it myself." he feeling annoyed, held his hand out to stop her from helping any further. Brandon smiled as he dried his arm, maintaining silence throughout. Even though he knew this girl had done it intentionally, he couldn't pick a fight over it; that would be uncouth. He subconsciously glanced at Isabella, not missing the cunning flicker in he
Andrew's fingertips went empty, lifting his gaze calmly back to her. He concealed his emotions deeply, his face remained composed as he also extended his hand. At this moment, Isabella's neck flushed again, just like the last time he bit her neck, and her body inexplicably softened. She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart. He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze appraising her expression, his eyes focused and... intense? She found it odd that he seemed to capture her emotional changes every time. Isabella turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. However, his palm landed on Isabella's thigh, a few slightly cool long fingers even slipping under her skirt. Isabella's eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening; his touch made her body even hotter. She glared at him warningly, taking a slight deep breath to avoid any embarrassing actions. Isabella wore a pure white knee-length skirt today, with a few red wine splatters resembling red plum blossoms on the skirt. Ignoring he
If he was only irritated before, now he was thoroughly provoked by Isabella. He was not someone who easily made promises. What he gave her wasn't just a flimsy wishing card; it was a commitment. He grabbed her arm. Her wrist was delicate, so he refrained from exerting too much force, fearing he might hurt her. "Let go!" She struggled to break free from his grip. But he turned her around, pressing her against his chest, his voice restrained. "Isabella, do you ever think before going out? Do you know who those people are? If they had taken advantage of you, there wouldn't have been a place left for your tears!" The only thing Andrew was grateful for now was that the private club was their family's property, and Ryan happened to be there today, only then discovering that Isabella was mixing with Brandon and his associates. Brandon wasn't from Ithaca town; not much was known about him. But he was well aware. Like him, Brandon had a military background, held a decent position, and h
At the same time, Andrew was entertaining clients at a high-end club.Today's client was a bit demanding, drinking like it was water. His stomach wasn't great, and he usually didn't overindulge in alcohol. But if he didn't drink, the other party would think he was disrespectful.It was the first time Andrew couldn't handle himself at the drinking table.By the time the socializing was over, it was almost dawn, and the sky was beginning to brighten.He walked out of the club's gate, leaning against the corridor's pillars. Waves of abdominal pain radiated subtly. He lit a cigarette, quickly calming down. His handsome face displayed an unaffected calmness.He had a habit of not displaying emotions on his face."Mr. Andrew, you don't look too good. Shall I take you home?" the driver respectfully said.He nodded, just as he took a step forward, the pain in his abdomen surged again. His tall figure wobbled down the steps. If it wasn't for the quick reflexes of the driver catching him, he wo