All Chapters of Can't Win Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As Isabella's health gradually recovered, the new school semester began. Perhaps sorrow had turned into joy, for her once misfortunate life seemed to take a turn for the better—her career was finally blossoming.Isabella’s designs quickly gained popularity among her classmates. Many placed orders for her affordable and stylish clothing. Word of mouth spread fast, and soon her customer base expanded from low-end to mid-tier clients. Her wallet grew thicker, and so did her confidence in earning her own livelihood.Theodore, lounging on the bed playing a game, casually reminded her, “Sis, people only have so much energy. Even if you’re a steel-strong Iron Lady, your daily output has its limits. That means your income will eventually plateau.”Isabella, realizing she was overwhelmed with orders, leaned in front of Theodore and humbly sought his advice. “What do you think I should do to break through?”Pausing his game, Theodore replied, “Sis, you have two options. The first is to shift to

One of Nathan’s friends patted him on the shoulder and teased, “Nathan, you’d better bring Isabella back soon. If one day she returns pregnant and asks for a divorce, you’ll have no choice but to cry.” “Also, if the famous Nathan gets dumped by Isabella, it’d be a real blow to your reputation.” Grinding his teeth, Nathan muttered, “She wouldn’t dare...” Ultimately, perhaps pressured by the impending company gala, Nathan chose to compromise. “Noah, book me a flight to the U.S. And buy some gifts for my wife,” he instructed. His assistant's expression was hard to read. “Yes, sir.” ---The next day. Nathan boarded a flight to the U.S., carrying a ragdoll cat as a gift his assistant had purchased. He had finally decided to personally bring Isabella back home. He thought to himself, *This trip will make up for the months I’ve ignored her. When I arrive, I’ll coax her a little, and she’ll happily follow me back.* ---Nathan went to the Smiths’ house. Six months ago, he h

Theodore stumbled out of his room, looking flustered. "Sis, what’s wrong?" Isabella glared at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Her shoulders heaved as she struggled to contain her anger. "You’re faking being sick just to avoid school... Do you even understand? **Of all pursuits, studying is paramount!** If you don’t want to be bullied anymore in the future, you must study hard!" Theodore instantly caved, his sharp peach blossom eyes drooping. "Sis, I was wrong." Isabella’s voice trembled with frustration. "Theodore, I am willing to shield you from storms, but the world is vast, and not all storms can be blocked for you." "Reflect on this properly." She angrily grabbed his school bag and slammed the door on her way out. Theodore pouted. "Why is she so fiery?" When the door creaked open again, he smirked knowingly. "I knew she couldn't stay mad for long." However, the sound of polished leather shoes echoed in the room. Theodore’s heart sank as a stern middle-aged man s

"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, towering financial empires, had patriarchs with unparalleled wisdom and experience. Their ability to evaluate potential successors was unmatched. Anyone who caught their eye was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a financial dynasty. While the Hill family previously groomed Nathan, their recent promotion of Caleb hinted at ambiguity in the Hill Group's line of succession. Seeing Caleb basking in the spotlight, chatting animatedly with the family heads, Nathan felt the stirrings of crisis. His face darkened and remained that way. As if things weren’t bad enough, a mocking voice broke through his thoughts. "Feeling sidelined, Mr.Hill?" Nathan turned to see his good friend Guillermo Sanchez approaching with two glasses of drinks. Handing him one, Guillermo remarked, “Nathan, don’t blame me for pointing out the obvious, but your move to replace your w

Nathan suddenly lost control and reached out to grab Isabella, but he didn’t expect her to slap him in return. She screamed in shock, “Ah! Pervert! How dare you harass me…” Before the words fully left her mouth, several men in the shop had already stepped in to block Nathan. Taking advantage of the commotion, Isabella quickly dashed out of the store. Nathan’s face turned ashen. Though he hadn’t seen her face clearly, the voice confirmed his suspicion—it was his wife, Isabella. He desperately tried explaining to the foreigners holding him back, “I’m not a pervert! That girl just now, she’s my wife. Let me go! I need to bring her home!” The men who intervened looked at Victoria skeptically. “She’s your wife? Then who is this beside you?” Nathan was momentarily speechless. The disdain in the men’s eyes was obvious. Victoria, always eager to cling to Nathan, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. “You misunderstand. I’m his wife’s Sis, and we’re just here looking for