Chapter 85 Are You Certain


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    In the restroom.


    Isabe''s gaze was cold as she scrutinized her image in the mirror: swollen eyes, bruised lips, and tousled hair marred her appearance.


    Once again, she adjusted her strapless gown, which felt dangerously loose as though it could slip off at any


    moment.


    Tears streamed down her face uncontrobly. She believed she had been humiliated today.


    All of Shirie''s elite had seen her disheveled state, every one of them.


    The embarrassment was so acute that she doubted she could ever face them again. Her carefully nned


    schemes had disintegrated before she could even act on them.


    The cause of her fall still puzzled her; she had been walking perfectly fine until she tripped over the hem of her


    dress.


    As she covered her face and wept, she was unaware of the eyes that had been observing her for some time.


    "Do you know why you fell earlier?" Denis Wagner asked, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he touched his chin, observing Isabe''s elegant yet troubled form, his lips curling with a hint of desire.


    Startled, Isabe instantly stopped crying. Reflected in the mirror was Denis'' somewhat sleazy expression. He was a man in his thirties, slightly shorter and heavier than her, with in features and an unsettling gaze.


    Still, Isabe suppressed her disdain. Offending Denis was not something she or the Barrett family could afford.


    Denis'' short, strong figure stood there, and while Isabe had no affection for Denis, she suspected his presence here was not coincidental. Obliged by social norms, she wiped her tears and replied, "I simply caught. my dress with my foot. Did you need something, Mr. Wagner?"


    Her tear-streaked face and evident vulnerability intrigued Denis.


    With a soft chuckle, Denis stepped closer and, with undue familiarity, stroked her bare shoulder.


    A surge of revulsion hit Isabe, and she instinctively recoiled.


    She believed Denis was even less appealing than Jordy.


    "Please, Mr. Wagner, don''t touch me," Isabe said, backing up until she was cornered against the bathroom door, trapped with no escape route. She cast him a pitiful nce while keeping an eye on the door, silently praying for someone to enter, someone she could signal for help. But no one came.


    Denis felt smug. He believed her avoidance without calling for help suggested she was just putting on an act


    An in


    Perhaps she was even hoping he would touch her more.


    He let out a chuckle, feigning sympathy. He said, "I witnessed it myself. Audrey was the one who jerked the carpet. That''s why you tripped and then caught your dress, revealing more than you intended..."


    He audaciously reached towards Isabe''s chest.


    Isabe''s face nched with feat, and she cried out, "Mr. Wagner, please, stop!"


    Ignoring her pleas, Denis pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly. "Stick with me, and I''ll ensure your revenge. The Harper family is nothing. Audrey and Brenna are easy to deal with. Just tell me who you need to


    deal with, and I''ll handle them for you."


    Isabe fought back with all her strength but was unable to free herself. She took a deep breath to gather herposure. "We''ve only just met. Don''t you think this is rushing things? Mr. Wagner, I need some time to


    consider what you said."


    Denis finally let her go, stepping back and pulling his phone from his jacket. "Let''s swap contact details. Should you ever find yourself in a bind, feel free to reach out to me," he said.


    Isabe mulled over her situation. She realized that Denis'' sudden interest in her wasn''t born out of genuine feelings. He likely wanted something from her, or maybe he was merely captivated by her looks.


    If that was his angle, she wasn''t scared. She could leverage his interest to her advantage.


    Given the Barrett family''s struggles against the more influential Harper family and considering Ethan''s indifference towards her, she believed Denis could prove useful.


    With support from the Wagner family, perhaps the Barrett family could improve their standing.


    A sense of relief washed over Isabe as she took out her phone to exchange numbers with Denis. "Mr. Wagner, are you certain about this?" she asked.


    Denis was unfazed, caressing her again. "As long as you meet my needs, I''ll support you in any way you require,"


    he said.


    He noticed a tear in her dress and immediately made a call to have someone fetch a new gown from his home.


    This gesture slowly dissolved the embarrassment Isabe had felt at the banquet, bolstering her confidence.


    Shortly, someone arrived with a beige gown far more opulent than Isabe''s original one,plete withmbskin shoes and a gemstone ne.


    After a quick makeup refresh, Isabe returned to the banquet looking entirely transformed.


    Denis, however, didn''t linger with Isabe. He rejoined his friends, talking with them.


    After a while, his friends all turned their gaze to Isabe.


    "Why bother with her? She''s hardly your type, given her figure," said a man in a white suit.


    Another man chuckled. "Perhaps Denis has a preference we''re unaware of," he said.


    The man in the white suit said, "Maybe he wants her to make some changes with her body. With all the advancements in cosmetic surgery these days, adjustments wouldn''t be too hard, would they?"


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