LOGINChapter 135.Isadora’s heart was thumping loudly in her chest. She could see the hatred in Tamara’s eyes, but she did not let it shake her. She refused to look weak in front of this woman.Taking a breath, she sniffed softly and looked Tamara straight in the eye. “It’s quite weird, Miss Tamara. I thought you were a high-class lady, but it turns out you are just an attention-seeking woman who will say anything just to ruin the name of someone who has done nothing wrong to you.”Tamara went completely silent. The words hit her, and she lost her confidence for a second before a mean smile formed right back on her lips.“I love how defensive you are getting, Dora,” Tamara whispered, her voice sharp. “But I saw you coming out of that restroom hallway, Isadora. So tell me, why exactly were you and Mr. Alessio leaving the restroom at the exact same time?”Isadora smiled softly back at her, keeping her cool even though, deep down, her heart was hammering against her ribs.“The restroom was ma
Chapter 134. The hall erupted into a massive wave of cheers and loud applause. Down in the crowd, Mitchell was jumping up and down, smiling widely and clapping harder than anyone else.Isadora just stood there, completely numb. She couldn’t believe she had actually won. She couldn’t believe she had done this. As she stared down at the sea of people applauding her, a sweet, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in her chest. She really didn’t understand much about this high-society life, but being celebrated by random, powerful people made her feel incredibly happy. Aside from Mitchell, no one in her entire life had ever celebrated her before.The clapping slowly died down, and the spokesman turned to her with a wide smile.“Congratulations, Miss Isadora Martins, for being this year’s best-dressed guest and for being our people’s favorite. Your rewards are as listed on the screen behind me.”Isadora turned her head slightly, her jaw dropping as she read the list:* A brand-new designer dress from
Chapter 133. Isadora stood frozen in her spot, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs she was certain the people standing closest to her could hear it. Her breath hitched. My name? Did he just call my name?She was completely unable to speak, her mind refusing to process the words that had just left the spokesman’s mouth. She was just Isadora Martins. A girl who was drowning in medical bills, a girl who spent her days worrying about how to afford her next meal. Why on earth was her name being called in a room filled with the wealthiest people in the country?The entire hall erupted into a flurry of surprised whispers.“Who did he say? Isadora Martins? Who is she?”“Oh my, look at her. She is actually stunning. That red dress fits her like a glove.”“She is just there, honestly. I’ve seen better.”“Are you blind? She is gorgeous. Her skin is glowing.”The compliments heavily outweighed the few bitter words, but Isadora was too dazed to hear any of them clearly. She turned her he
Chapter 132.The moment the hammer met the wooden block, Isadora knew this was a done deal. But what she could not bring herself to understand was how a person could spend 1.8 million dollars buying a single piece of fabric. This was not her trying to reduce the hard work of the designers, but the price was just too ridiculous for her mind to grasp.Around her, the whispers of the crowd rose into a loud murmur.“Oh my goodness! Did he really do that? Did Mr. Bianchi just buy that dress for this price?”“Oh my! This company has really made a huge sale today. But who do you think he is buying it for?”“His daughter, obviously. Who else? She is so lucky.”The spokesman on the stage took the microphone again, calming the excited crowd.“As we all know,” he started, his voice booming clearly through the hall, “the second purpose of this event is to always grant vibrant people the opportunity to shine. Today, we have compiled a list of the best-dressed, and we would be pleased to invite the
Chapter 131.“Oh my goodness! Did she really do that?”“Did she really agree to buy this dress for three hundred thousand dollars? Oh goodness me. This is too much money for a single dress.”“What are you thinking? Don’t you know she is Mr. Bianchi’s daughter? Of course, the money is there. She can spend it however she likes without blinking.”The hushed voices of different people rippled through the grand hall, but Mitchell didn’t pay attention to any of the things they said. She just held her plastic bidding card up high, smiling gently and confidently.Isadora leaned closer to Mitchell now, her voice soft, calm, and filled with disbelief. “Are you really buying that dress for that amount, Mitchy?”Mitchell’s brows pulled together now, and she turned her head to stare at Isadora. “What, Dora? You don’t think it’s worth it?”Isadora blinked gently. She stared at the midnight-blue gown on the stage, and then she looked back at Mitchell. “You… you honestly think it’s worth it?” she ask
Chapter 130.Isadora walked back into the hall. Her steps were gentle, but it wasn’t just because she was used to being gentle. It was because every single step reminded her of the insane way her best friend’s father had pounded his massive cock into her small pussy, threatening to destroy her cunt with every rough thrust. Her legs were still completely numb, and they were threatening to give up on her right on this polished floor with every step that she took.Gently, she walked over and took her seat beside Mitchell. Her pussy was still humming with a wetness that never left her skin.“You took so long,” Mitchell said, her eyes filled with genuine concern. “I was so worried. At some point, I even almost came into the restroom to check on you. But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and embarrass you.”Isadora bit gently on her lower lip, feeling a sharp sting of panic.“I… I didn’t mean to take that much time,” Isadora stammered softly. “I… I was just too shy after…”“After your







