《After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic》


 Chapter 1

    Chapter 1 - 1The Royalton Club in A City is a high-end private club that combines business and leisure, and it''s highly sought after for its excellent privacy.


    Isabella Weaver walked out of the club''s finance room, entered the elevator, pressed the button for the basement level, and then opened an envelope to start counting money.


    A man entered the elevator midway, but she didn''t look up, engrossed in counting the money carefully. Although she knew the exact amount, she counted it once again to be sure. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Nine thousand Yuan. After paying the car loan of seven thousand Yuan, two thousand would be left.


    No wonder it''s a high-end club. She''s been working part-time here for a month and can actually earn this much.


    Even after leaving the elevator and walking into the underground parking lot, Isabella Weaver was still thinking about whether to spend the remaining money on a pair of shoes or a shirt for Milo Field.


    He would graduate in half a year and had been attending interviews frequently. Clothes make the man, and Isabella Weaver wanted to make him look more presentable and handsome.


    She calculated carefully, tucked the money into her backpack, squatted down to unlock her bicycle.


    The lock was opened; just as she was about to ride away, a car next to her...


    Isabella knew what was going on inside, her expression unchanged, she unlocked and pushed her bicycle away.


    Such things happened almost weekly. Some people just couldn''t resist and didn''t even enter the club, doing it directly in the parking lot....


    However, after walking a dozen meters, she suddenly stopped.


    Something''s not right!


    Why did that car look so familiar?


    The bright red Range Rover!


    Wasn''t that the car she bought for Milo Field, the one for which she worked hard, paying a loan of seven thousand Yuan each month!


    All the blood in Isabella Weaver''s body froze at that moment.


    Her fingers trembled slightly, yet she calmly and rationally put her bicycle in place, without making a sound, and walked step by step to the side of the Range Rover.


    "Milo, do you like me?"


    "Of course, Gilly, you''ve asked so many times, stop doubting."


    "Hmm... then what about Isabella?"


    "What do you mean what?"


    "When will you break up with her?"


    "Just wait a bit longer!"


    Isabella Weaver stood by the car, watching the two figures inside through the semi-transparent car window and listening to their conversation. The last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.


    He said he was busy with job interviews and had no time for her, he said he was under a lot of pressure and wanted to be alone to think.


    All lies!


    He was with another woman learning how to...!


    She clearly remembered when they went to buy this car, he smiled gently, saying this model of Range Rover was good, spacious enough, comfortable to take her out for a ride.


    And now?


    He''s inside with another woman!


    The two people inside had not noticed that someone was standing outside the car.


    Isabella Weaver stared blankly for a while, feeling that everything in front of her was so unreal.


    The two people inside, one was her gentle and considerate boyfriend, the other was her kind and beautiful best friend, the two people she once thought were the most gentle and trustworthy.


    Some say that when pain reaches its extreme, you stop feeling it, you become calmer.


    Isabella Weaver found this to be true. She didn''t feel any pain; she was very calm.


    So, she calmly picked up a fire extinguisher from the parking lot, calmly took a deep breath, and calmly smashed it against the car window with a loud "bang."

 Chapter 2: Double Betrayal

    Chapter 2 - 2: Double BetrayalThe glass couldn''t withstand this "calm" strength and instantly shattered, the sharp cracking sound echoing throughout the underground parking lot. S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Two screams came from inside the car: "Ah!"


    Then came Isabella Weaver''s calm voice: "Milo Field and Gilly Scott, come out."


    The people in the car heard this voice and scrambled to put on their clothes.


    A moment later, only Milo Field got out of the car: "Isabella, I..."


    "Break up. From today, we have nothing to do with each other."


    Isabella Weaver interrupted him, extending her hand: "Return the car keys to me."


    Milo Field stepped forward, trying to grasp her hand, but she dodged him.


    "Isabella, it''s not what you think. Please don''t be impulsive, let me explain slowly, okay?"


    Isabella looked up at his handsome face. He remained gentle, even though she caught him in the act, still speaking in an unhurried tone, without a hint of panic.


    This used to be her favorite trait, but at this moment it only felt ironic!


    Was his calm demeanor because he was sure she wouldn''t leave him? Or perhaps he simply didn''t care whether she left or not?


    Suddenly, Gilly Scott emerged from the car, knelt on the ground upright: "Isabella, it''s all my fault. I wronged you! It was my momentary impulse, don''t blame Milo, please don''t break up!"


    And who was the one in the car just asking when they were going to break up?


    It had come to this point, and yet they were still deceiving her?


    Isabella Weaver''s face showed no expression; she really should have guessed long ago that Gilly Scott liked Milo Field.


    She often inquired about Milo Field''s life, often looked at him with eyes full of tenderness, and her clothes and style were always according to Milo Field''s taste.


    There were too many clues, and Isabella Weaver no longer wanted to recall them.


    The ridiculous thing was that she had once arrogantly assumed that among all the girls pursuing Milo Field, she could guard against others but didn''t need to guard against Gilly Scott. She thought this close friend simply admired Milo Field and would never steal him away.


    Gilly Scott was already in tears, but Isabella Weaver didn''t look at her, only at Milo Field, saying: "Keys."


    But Milo Field couldn''t bear to see Gilly Scott crying like this. He didn''t give Isabella Weaver the keys but reached out to support Gilly Scott''s arm: "Gilly, get up, kneeling like this, you''ll catch a cold on the ground."


    Gilly Scott held onto Milo Field''s hand, looking up without wanting to get up: "I made a mistake, so I should be punished. Milo, don''t worry about me."


    "Be good, get up and talk first. Isabella, you should tell Gilly to get up, she''ll listen to you." Milo Field''s tone carried a hint of softhearted pleading.


    Isabella Weaver watched the scene, feeling it was both familiar and glaring.


    Milo Field was a perfect gentleman, his kindness making people feel like bathing in a spring breeze, his thoughtfulness making people indulge in it.


    But now, it turned out he wasn''t warm only to her!


    Previously, Milo Field also treated Gilly Scott gently; whenever he bought milk tea, there was always one for Gilly Scott, and while he was concerned about Isabella''s attire and meals, he would also comfort Gilly Scott. Isabella had always thought it was just Milo Field''s gentlemanly demeanor, his efforts to look after his loved one''s friends.


    Now, everything had an answer.


    Isabella Weaver felt somewhat disgusted, her voice carrying endless fatigue: "Give me the keys, and both of you disappear from my sight."


    Milo Field found it hard to gauge her emotions. If she had made a scene by shouting and crying, he might have been confident in coaxing her. But her calmness and indifference left him unsure of where to begin.


    "Alright then, you should calm down. We''ll talk tomorrow."


    In fact, even Milo Field himself felt his words were somewhat forced, as Isabella Weaver seemed extremely calm with no sign of anger.


    He handed the car keys to Isabella Weaver and led Gilly Scott away.

 Chapter 3: Smashed the Wrong Car

    Chapter 3 - 3: Smashed the Wrong CarHarry Hunter was drinking at the Royalton Club when he suddenly remembered he hadn''t locked his car. As soon as he found his car in the parking lot, he saw the girl he had just met in the elevator counting money, holding a fire extinguisher and smashing his car window to pieces.


    Then it was a scene of begging for forgiveness on bended knee.


    Harry watched the scene for a while, checked the license plate again, confirmed it was his car that was smashed, and then walked over.


    "You''ve dirtied my car, and you think you can just leave?"


    The three of them froze simultaneously. Whose car was this?


    Isabella Weaver instinctively pressed the lock button on the car key.


    The car didn''t respond!


    She stepped back a few steps to the front of the car; the conspicuous blue license plate read A99999.


    It was obviously not her car with such an unusual license plate.


    Isabella''s mind went blank for a moment.


    She... smashed the wrong car.


    Milo Field frowned, looked at the license plate, and then spoke apologetically, "Sorry, we mistook it for our car. Your car looks exactly like mine, and since you didn''t lock it, we just assumed..."


    Harry was in no mood to listen to his rambling and coldly interrupted him, "The car is dirty, I don''t want it anymore. Who''s going to compensate me?"


    What?


    Just like that, he didn''t want it?


    Milo was astonished for a long while, then hesitated before speaking, "I can pay for your car to be cleaned. If you''re asking us to compensate for the entire car, that''s unreasonable, and besides..."


    And besides, he couldn''t afford to compensate for the entire car.


    He suddenly looked at Isabella, "Isabella, our car is just like his, and we just bought it. How about we let him use ours for now? I have to go."


    After saying that, he really left Isabella behind and walked away with Gilly Scott.


    Harry was a bit taken aback, seemingly not expecting Milo to leave just like that, leaving the mess for his girlfriend to handle.


    Isabella wasn''t surprised at all, she was already used to it. Milo Field had always been like this, because she really could clean up any mess for him smoothly.


    She opened her backpack and took out the still hot envelope she had just received, "There''s nine thousand yuan inside. This is my compensation."


    Harry took the envelope, looked at her calm, pale face, and asked, "You''re compensating for their damage to my car?"


    "No, I''m only paying for the glass." From now on, she would never clean up Milo Field''s mess again.


    As Isabella said this, she turned to leave, but a man''s icy voice came from behind her, "That''s not enough, you can''t leave yet."


    "Then give me the invoice after the repairs. Whatever the cost, I won''t shortchange you a penny."


    Isabella only paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.


    After working all night, she was physically exhausted, and after just experiencing a huge betrayal, her heart was also filled with weariness. She needed to get back to school and rest. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Connor!"


    Harry called out softly, and a man in black responded by appearing, "Young Master!"


    "Take her upstairs."


    "Yes!"


    Isabella''s heart skipped a beat. She hadn''t noticed there was another person nearby; this person had been silently lurking beside them the whole time?


    Connor approached with a polite smile, grabbing Isabella''s arm, "Miss, please come with me. Your companions have already run away, if you run too, who will we get to compensate?"


    For some reason, Isabella was reminded of Milo Field when she saw Connor''s seemingly gentle smile. Milo always smiled in that harmless, warm manner.


    A nameless repulsion rose in her heart, and she coldly shook off Connor''s hand, stepping back and preparing to leave in another direction.


    Connor stepped forward to block her path, pulling out a white towel and waving it in front of her eyes.


    Isabella had not even had time to react when she fainted.

 Chapter 4 Calling Daddy

    Chapter 4 - 4 Calling DaddyUpon waking up again, Isabella Weaver was already in the clubhouse.


    Her clothes were intact, her hair neatly arranged, and her backpack was safely by her side. The sun was still high in the sky, indicating that not much time had passed.


    The cold, unapproachable man had one hand tucked into his pants pocket, while the other held a phone. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking on the phone with his back to her.


    Isabella had been working at the clubhouse for a month, responsible for cleaning the rooms. This suite was the best-located and the most expensive of all the rooms.


    Booked six months in advance, it boasted an excellent floor, an unobstructed view, luxurious and expensive decor, and 24-hour professional butler service¡ªall of which highlighted the noble status of the occupant.


    The sunlight seemed particularly good today, yet no matter how dazzling it was, it couldn''t outshine the man.


    He stood there in suit and tie, and without needing to turn around, he induced immense pressure on Isabella.


    She slowly stood up from the sofa, backpack on her shoulders, and moved quietly towards the door.


    However, the man seemed to have eyes on his back. Just as she moved about a meter, his indifferent voice rang out in the air, "Isabella Weaver, where are you going?"


    Startled by being called out, Isabella was shocked. How did he know her name?


    "Connor!"


    "Young Master!"


    Connor pushed the door open and entered, holding a white towel. He was still smiling, appearing like a warm and harmless boy-next-door, easily making people drop their guard.


    Upon seeing him, Isabella stepped back several paces. She didn''t like that smile!


    There must be something wrong with that white towel too. Many news reports exposed criminals using drugs to knock girls out!


    Connor seemed completely oblivious to her repulsion, smiling broadly as he amicably asked, "Miss Weaver, would you like some fruit?"


    "No."


    She''d be crazy to dare eat anything he offered.


    "Then sit for a while longer, my young master is a little busy. He doesn''t mean to neglect you; actually, he''s very nice, so don''t worry."


    Nice person?


    Isabella couldn''t agree.


    Looking at Connor''s big white teeth and white towel, she realized she had already missed the best time to escape, and slowly sat back on the sofa.


    Connor seemed very pleased with her understanding of the situation. Not only did he serve her fruit, but he also poured her warm water, thoughtful and meticulous.


    Yet, the more he acted like this, the more Isabella felt he resembled Milo Field, and wanted to leave this place.


    In comparison, the indifferent Harry Hunter made her feel somewhat more comfortable¡ªat least he was genuine and not pretending.


    Harry took over a dozen calls in succession. By the last one, his tone was already quite impatient.


    "I know, stop nagging!"


    "No time!"


    "Don''t need it!"


    "I have it!"


    ...


    He said a few words, and then walked directly over to Isabella, sitting down next to her.


    The soft sofa slightly sagged, and the man''s presence was overwhelming, making Isabella instinctively want to move aside.


    But a strong hand landed on her shoulder, holding her in place, cutting off her intention.


    The next second, Harry''s deep voice resounded, "Call me Daddy!"


    What?!


    Isabella looked at that cold and handsome face in bewilderment!


    Appearing dignified and aloof, seemingly uninterested in earthly matters, how could he have such a fetish?


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    His deep voice carried a hint of warning, tinged with a touch of danger.


    Isabella''s face gradually turned pale. Could she have been mistaken, was this man actually a pervert?


    She bit her lip, refusing to speak. She has a father!

 Chapter 5 Taking Advantage

    Chapter 5 - 5 Taking AdvantageHarry Hunter''s face was icy: "Are you going to call or not?"


    The aura around him was terrifying, and Isabella Weaver had no choice but to compromise, lowering her stance and softening her voice: "Big brother! I..."


    Harry Hunter''s face instantly darkened: "You''re taking advantage of me?"


    Isabella Weaver was both shocked and angry, how could she be?!


    Clearly, he''s the one taking advantage!


    Does this person even talk reasonably?


    Suddenly, a third voice rang out nearby: "Little Harry, don''t be so fierce. Be a bit gentler to your girlfriend, or what if you scare her away? It''s no big deal if she doesn''t call you!"


    Isabella Weaver''s gaze immediately moved to the phone in Harry Hunter''s hand; it turned out he was still on a call with someone?


    "Girl, I''m Harry Hunter''s father. What''s your name? When did you meet Little Harry?"


    This voice was gentle yet had an air of age, clearly an older man.


    Isabella Weaver was a bit dazed; what was going on?


    Girlfriend?


    Who?


    Harry Hunter''s father?


    Who?


    Harry Hunter coldly knocked on Isabella Weaver''s head: "Call him Dad!"


    Isabella Weaver covered the spot he had knocked, her eyes blazing with fury.


    This person sure made himself clear; turns out he wanted her to call his father. She thought he had some weird fetish! No wonder he said she was taking advantage when she called him "Big Brother"!


    But Isabella Weaver still couldn''t bring herself to say it. She cautiously spoke to the phone: "Hello, Uncle, I''m Isabella Weaver, your son... actually, I just met him today..."


    Before she could finish, her mouth was covered.


    "Hmm, Dad, we just confirmed our relationship today. She''s shy about calling you Dad, maybe in a few days!"


    Isabella Weaver''s eyes widened; who confirmed a relationship with him?


    Harry Hunter finished speaking and hung up the phone, not giving the other side a chance to question further.


    His hand was still on Isabella Weaver''s lips; she quickly pushed him away, vigorously wiping her mouth with her sleeve, distancing herself and shrinking onto the sofa as if he were some man-eating flood beast.


    "I''m giving you two choices, one: pretend to be my girlfriend and come home with me, and the car debt will be written off. Two: you can leave now and transfer a hundred thousand for the car within three days." sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry Hunter''s voice was cold, like an emotionless robot, ignoring Isabella Weaver''s guard.


    "I won''t pretend to be your girlfriend, I have a boyfriend!"


    "You don''t anymore."


    "Then why should I pay you a hundred thousand for him?"


    Harry Hunter paused for a moment; this little girl was digging him a pit?


    Isabella Weaver stood up from the sofa, holding her backpack: "I''ll only pay you for the glass; you deal with the mess others made in your car. There''s absolutely no way I''m paying for those two!"


    She walked to a table, picked up the pen, and wrote three numbers on the note paper: "These are the phone numbers for me and the other two people. You can contact them anytime; can I leave now?"


    Harry Hunter looked at her overly youthful face and mature tone, suddenly asking: "How old are you?"


    Isabella Weaver didn''t understand, casually throwing out an age: "Twenty-five."


    Harry Hunter gently furrowed his brow, clearly not believing her words: "Your surname is Weaver; how are you related to Christopher Weaver?"


    Isabella Weaver''s heart was turbulent, but her face showed no expression as she coolly said: "I don''t know him."


    Harry Hunter stared at her face for a long while, suddenly nodding at Connor: "Let her go."


    Connor received the order, immediately opened the door, smiling broadly with a slight bow: "Miss Weaver, please, welcome back anytime!"


    Isabella Weaver didn''t understand why Harry Hunter suddenly let her go, but she didn''t hesitate, quickly walking out.


    This man is dangerous; she didn''t want any more contact with him.

 Chapter 6: Encounter and Chat-up

    Chapter 6 - 6: Encounter and Chat-upAfter Isabella Weaver left, Connor asked in confusion, "Young Master, do you think she''s Christopher Weaver''s daughter?" S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry Hunter nodded, "Yes."


    "No way, how could Christopher Weaver''s daughter be working here as a waitress? The Weaver Family is known as the Watch King, their assets worth at least billions. His daughter should definitely be well cared for, and besides, she said she didn''t know Christopher Weaver!"


    "She''s lying."


    Harry Hunter coldly expressed his judgment.


    Although Isabella Weaver hid it well, the small detail of her clenched fist betrayed her.


    Back in the underground parking lot, Isabella Weaver also realized that Harry Hunter didn''t believe her, but she didn''t care.


    She didn''t ride a bicycle again, instead she got into that big red Land Rover.


    The car emitted the unique smell of a new vehicle, not very pleasant, but without Milo Field''s scent, which made her feel somewhat comfortable.


    This was Milo Field''s favorite model, Milo Field''s favorite color, and it was her graduation gift to him, paid for by selling her most precious watch.


    Isabella Weaver touched her empty wrist. The watch that had accompanied her for nine years was gone, her boyfriend was gone, her good friend was gone.


    She felt a bit empty inside; everything that had happened seemed like a dream. Although she had already woken up, she was still in a daze.


    She leaned against the steering wheel, burying her face in her arms, motionless for a long time.


    When she lifted her head again, except for her red eyes, her face remained calm as if nothing had ever happened.


    She inserted the key and started the car, stepping on the accelerator, causing the engine to roar boldly.


    A sense of boldness rose inside Isabella Weaver, and she smiled softly as she pulled the corners of her lips: "Isabella Weaver, you got this! Dumping a scumbag calls for a celebration today!"


    She skillfully turned the steering wheel, speeding out of the clubhouse onto the coastal highway.


    Speaking of which, it was Milo Field who taught her to drive; he was patient and meticulous, truly a good teacher.


    Of course, Gilly Scott was also taught by him.


    Could it be that during those driving lessons they got entangled with each other?


    Isabella Weaver chuckled sarcastically, she indeed had a big heart; a lone man and woman in a car for three months of lessons, it''s impossible not to have issues!


    Forget it, don''t think about it anymore, just cut off the past decisively!


    Cold wind blew in from the half-open window, ruffling Isabella Weaver''s long hair, the scent of the ocean lingering at her nose, as if silently comforting her.


    A black sports car passed by her, and a head wearing sunglasses poked out, its owner cheekily whistling at her, shouting, "Hey, beautiful! I''ve got a car just like yours, what a coincidence, how about leaving me your number?"


    Isabella Weaver glanced at him, feeling speechless at his clich¨¦ pickup line, it''s way too old-fashioned.


    The guy seemed to realize she didn''t believe him, shouting to explain, "I really have a car like this, add me on WeChat and I''ll send you pictures to prove it!"


    Isabella Weaver didn''t want to entangle with him, so she replied lightly, "I''m already married."


    "Ah?"


    The sunglasses head was quite disappointed, "Wow, how come all the beauties are already married! So young, how could you decide to get married, what''s good about that!"


    Shaking his head, he slammed the accelerator, quickly overtaking Isabella Weaver''s Land Rover and vanished into the stream of cars.

 Chapter 7 Milo Field’s Popularity

    Chapter 7 - 7 Milo Field''s PopularityIsabella Weaver drove back to school, parked the car downstairs at the dorm, and then went back to the dorm to catch up on sleep.


    She thought she wouldn''t be able to fall asleep, thought she would think about bits and pieces of Milo Field, but unexpectedly she fell asleep in no time.


    Even in her dream, Milo didn''t appear; instead, it was Harry Hunter''s cold face, taking her hard-earned nine thousand dollars and still unsatisfied, forcing her to call him dad one moment, and demanding a million the next.


    After waking up at noon, Isabella poked her own head, softly scolding herself, "Isabella, you''re really more sensitive to money!"


    She got up and carried a basin to the communal bathroom to wash up. Walking in the corridor, she heard various comments, and once she was in the bathroom, the discussions grew even louder.


    "Hey, have you heard? Our campus heartthrob Milo Field got signed by a TV station, reportedly with a million annual salary!"


    "I knew it already, it''s spread all over campus. God Field has both looks and talent, and he''s studying our school''s top major¡ªbroadcasting. Several TV stations are competing for him, a million a year is normal!"


    "Oh my god, will we be able to see him on TV every day? I really love his voice, so deep and gentle. I wish I had a boyfriend like that!"


    "Stop dreaming, those chasing after God Field could queue from our school to the moon, whoever becomes his girlfriend must be one-in-a-million beauty!"


    ...


    Isabella paused her teeth brushing for a moment, then continued brushing as if nothing had happened.


    Milo Field had an outstanding appearance and a unique voice, entered the school with top professional scores, and had always been the school''s famous persona, while she was a little nobody. She didn''t even understand why Milo Field would pursue her proactively.


    Although they were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was always an underground relationship. The only one who knew the truth was Gilly Scott.


    Her roommate Molly Cox appeared beside Isabella out of nowhere, poking her with damp fingers, "I remember you were quite close with God Field. Didn''t he tell you in advance about signing with such a good TV station? Or did you know earlier and just didn''t tell us?"


    Isabella rinsed her mouth and said in a very calm tone, "I really didn''t know."


    Milo didn''t give a hint, he only said his interviews weren''t going well and that the pressure was immense. The news about him being signed by the TV station was probably the last thing his girlfriend learned.


    No, she wasn''t anymore.


    Hearing Isabella''s off tone, Molly immediately asked, "Could you two have broken up? You used to mention him with a smile, but today it''s like each word is dipped in ice!"


    Isabella nodded very straightforwardly, "Mm, broke up, don''t mention him again in the future."


    She didn''t want to hear that name anymore.


    "What''s going on? Just last week when you had a cold, I remember he brought you cold medicine. Didn''t he care about you a lot?"


    Isabella didn''t respond, simply washed her face, then carried the basin back to the dorm.


    Molly hurriedly followed, just about to ask more when suddenly Isabella''s phone rang. S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She peeked over and yelled excitedly, "Isabella, look, it''s God Field''s call, answer it quickly!"


    Isabella took the phone, directly pressed hang up, and then started changing clothes to go out for lunch.


    Molly stood there dumbfounded and then said in shock and regret, "But that''s God Field, Isabella, you actually hung up on him directly! Do you know how many girls on campus would love to talk to him? You''re just so..."


    She wanted to say Isabella was ungrateful, but didn''t know why, she also found Isabella''s cool demeanor when hanging up the phone a bit impressive!


    Countless girls cried and clamored to cling to Milo Field, only Isabella, she just tossed him aside!

 Chapter 8: Nineteenth Birthday

    Chapter 8 - 8: Nineteenth BirthdayIsabella Weaver knew what Molly Cox wanted to say; she once thought having a boyfriend like Milo Field was a lucky thing.


    He masked himself so well, everyone thought he was a perfect god-like figure.


    But that scene she witnessed in the garage this morning made her feel sick! S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Once unfaithful, never again to be used!


    After Isabella packed up, she shouldered her backpack and left the dorm under Molly Cox''s complicated gaze.


    Lunch, class, taking notes, end of class, dinner.


    Everything seemed no different from before, but in reality, everything had changed.


    Seeing the young couples coming and going, intimately leaning on each other and walking hand in hand, Isabella stretched out her hand to take a look, and the long-repressed sadness finally surfaced.


    Milo Field had never held her hand in public, which had bothered her for a long time, but he said it was to protect her from being abused and harassed by his crazy admirers.


    Just like when male celebrities announce their relationships, their girlfriends get scolded by fans; not going public is a form of protection.


    Isabella was never a capricious person; she silently accepted this reason and gradually got used to being his invisible girlfriend.


    The phone in her pocket kept ringing, with Milo Field calling and messaging her repeatedly, wanting to talk.


    Isabella took out her phone and directly blocked Milo Field''s number.


    The world quieted down, and she finally felt a bit comfortable inside.


    Walking to a dessert shop on campus, Isabella hesitated for a moment but went in.


    A moment later, she came out carrying a small mango cake.


    This dessert shop was the most expensive on campus, but the creations were exquisitely beautiful, and the taste was surprisingly good. Isabella never felt it was worth it to buy from there, but today she didn''t want to care so much.


    She carried the cake to her car and got in,


    She didn''t turn on the lights, but under the streetlight''s glow, she sat in the back seat, inserted candles into the cake, and took out a lighter to light them.


    The soft candlelight illuminated Isabella''s fair face, she clasped her hands together and tried to smile: "Isabella Weaver, you''re nineteen now, happy birthday! Forget all the bad things, and congratulations on being single again!"


    After speaking, she blew out the candles and then picked up the cake, eating it bite by bite.


    The cake was sweet but not greasy, fresh and smooth, the delicious taste of mango bursting on her tongue, soothing her scarred heart.


    Today was her birthday, yet no one remembered.


    And she didn''t seem too sad about it; she was long used to it, wasn''t she?


    She just didn''t expect her nineteenth birthday to be such a terrible day.


    Why did Gilly Scott have to choose this day?


    Probably to disgust her!


    Isabella shook her head, trying to shake off those disgusting images, birthdays should be happy!


    After finishing the cake, she drove to the club.


    She still had to continue her part-time job to pay off the car loan.


    She smiled a bit bitterly throughout the drive, fearing she might be the only one like this, driving a luxury car worth over a million yuan to work a part-time job as a waitress, the club buddies would be shocked if they found out.


    However, driving like this felt really good, no more struggling to pedal a bicycle, no need to fear wind and rain, a sense of happiness welled up within her!


    She suddenly felt that a five-year loan was worth it!


    She was so foolish to give such a good car to Milo Field as a gift while she rode a bicycle everywhere every day for work.


    She should be the one driving it!

 Chapter 9: Ice Queen

    Chapter 9 - 9: Ice QueenAt seven in the evening, the Royalton Club was already bustling with activity. Isabella Weaver had changed into the uniform of the service staff and was pushing a three-tier trolley delivering fruit trays to each room.


    Walking alongside her was a girl with a delicate appearance named Cora Ginger, but Cora''s cart contained chilled beer.


    During the day, the club hosted various formal meetings and receptions, maintaining a serious and dignified atmosphere. At night, it catered to informal gatherings and parties, lively and bustling.


    "Miss Irene was tipped ten thousand just now; I''m so jealous! What she earns in one night equals my salary for half a year. If only I were prettier!"


    Cora Ginger whispered in Isabella''s ear, "Actually, I think you could change your position. Being a service staff is tough and has no future. You''re even more beautiful than Miss Irene; surely many big shots would be willing to tip you!"


    Isabella had heard this kind of talk from her more than ten times in the past month she had been here. Initially, she would refute and explain, but now she couldn''t be bothered to respond.


    Her silence did not diminish Cora Ginger''s desire to confide, "Last month, our top beauty, Sister Scent, was directly kept by a tycoon. She doesn''t come to work anymore and is said to be marrying next month. She''ll be a rich wife and never worry about food or clothes again!"


    "Isabella, really, Sister Scent isn''t even as pretty as you. Stop being so stubborn. Be smart when delivering fruit trays, smile more. Your smile is so beautiful; someone might notice you and take you home as their wife!"


    Isabella shook her head with great resignation, "I neither sell art nor sell myself. I don''t drink nor flatter. Stop being so stubborn; being a service staff is just fine."


    Cora Ginger sighed heavily, "Ah, my alcohol tolerance is weak too, such a pity! Miss Irene can down a whole bottle in one go, drink over ten bottles a night without getting drunk, keeping the guests happy, that''s why she can earn so much."


    As she spoke, she took out a pocket-sized mirror to check her appearance, tidied her hair, and then went to knock on the door to deliver the beer.


    Isabella had her head down, carried the fruit tray, and followed inside.


    This room was a bit different from the others; the music wasn''t loud, with soothing piano tunes flowing from the speakers, instantly giving the impression that the host was a person of elegance.


    The room was spacious, with a few couples sitting here and there on the reddish-brown leather sofas; only the man in the main seat was sitting alone.


    As soon as Isabella saw him, she froze for a moment, then quickly lowered her head, pretending not to see him.


    But it was too late.


    Harry Hunter stood up with his glass and walked to Isabella''s side, "Come over and have a few drinks with me!"


    Isabella didn''t even lift her head and was about to leave after putting down the fruit tray.


    The lesson from the morning was still fresh in her memory; how could she fall into the trap again! S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry Hunter grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "Why are you running? Afraid I''m going to ask you for money?"


    His movements were so big that it drew everyone''s attention in the room, instantly making Isabella the focus. Cora Ginger''s eyes widened in shock, her jaw almost dropping.


    She dressed up and applied makeup meticulously every day, her smile flawless, yet no one paid attention to her.


    Isabella, without makeup or dressing up, and always with a cold face, surprisingly had people asking for her contact information every day. Today, this guy was even more direct, grabbing her!


    Could it be that the ice-cold beauty is the trend nowadays?


    But Miss Irene didn''t teach her that way; Miss Irene said men liked gentle and considerate ones, those who listened and flattered them.


    Who should she believe?

 Chapter 10 Never Marrying in This Life

    Chapter 10 - 10 Never Marrying in This LifeIsabella Weaver broke free from Harry Hunter''s hand and said lightly, "I''ll pay back the money I owe you, but I''m not here to keep you company. My colleague Cora Ginger is lively and cheerful; she can keep you company."


    Cora Ginger was touched and almost cried when Isabella Weaver introduced her. Oh, what a good colleague! She didn''t forget her at such a crucial moment!


    She immediately snuggled up to Harry Hunter and smiled gently, "Sir, would you like me to keep you company?"


    Harry Hunter''s face was somewhat gloomy; this was truly the first time he encountered a woman trying to push him away!


    He didn''t even give Cora Ginger a glance and sat back on the sofa with a cold expression.


    Isabella Weaver sighed with relief and immediately left the room.


    However, Cora Ginger was somewhat reluctant to leave. What a tall and handsome man, simply the ultimate handsome guy, and Isabella Weaver couldn''t see his merits, but she really liked him!


    Unfortunately, this young master with such a distinguished background clearly didn''t see her in the same light.


    Cora Ginger exited the room, looking back at every step, somewhat distractedly pushing her little cart toward the next room.


    She tilted her head, gazing at Isabella Weaver''s nearly perfect side profile, and suddenly said, "No way, I need to apply to the manager, I can''t be in a team with you anymore! Being with you means no one will notice me, they''ll all be looking at you!"


    Isabella Weaver thought for a moment and said, "Why don''t you help me with makeup, make me look uglier, it might make you stand out more."


    "That... doesn''t seem right, does it?"


    "It''s fine." Isabella Weaver was indifferent; she often encountered such entanglements, and looking uglier would save a lot of trouble.


    Cora Ginger immediately laughed happily, "Hahaha, okay then, it''s settled!"


    ...


    In the room, several men couldn''t be bothered to flirt with their female companions, and all gathered around Harry Hunter, babbling:


    "Young Master Hunter, it''s rare for you to find someone you like; I''ll call someone to bring her in to accompany you!"


    "Yes indeed, Young Master Hunter, we''ve gone to great lengths to invite you here, we must make sure you have a good time, we won''t go home until we''re drunk tonight!"


    "Just a waitress, Young Master Hunter taking an interest in her is her blessing, Connor, what''s wrong with your subordinates, get that girl in here quickly!"


    Connor smiled on the surface but a cold glint passed through his eyes.


    Except for Harry Hunter, who could order him around, who were these guys trying to command him? S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Despite his disdain, Connor was very calculating, and didn''t engage with them, just stood motionless behind Harry Hunter, waiting for his orders.


    Isabella Weaver might be the daughter of the Watch King, Christopher Weaver; she''s not an ordinary waitress.


    "Shut up, sit back down!"


    Harry Hunter, in a bad mood, said indifferently, then resumed drinking.


    The group had overdone their flattery, hitting a nerve instead, so they sheepishly sat back down, each holding onto a beauty, drinking their fill.


    His phone in his pocket kept vibrating; Harry Hunter took a look, and his mood worsened.


    Connor also saw the caller ID on the screen; he knew it was the family calling again to urge him to get married.


    The patriarch of the Hunter Family didn''t have long to live, and his only wish was to see his grandson start a family. As the elder''s condition deteriorates, Harry Hunter''s pressure grows ever heavier.


    He''s the only heir of the Hunter Family, yet he''s sworn off marriage for life.


    The old man fears he''ll truly never marry, feeling he can''t rest in peace without seeing him settled down, relentlessly urging him.


    But the more his family pressures him, the more Harry Hunter resists and the stronger his rejection becomes.

 Chapter 11 Everything Is a Scam

    Chapter 11 - 11 Everything Is a ScamAfter a busy night, Isabella Weaver got off work at six in the morning.


    She went to the garage with her bag and saw Harry Hunter''s car still parked there as it was, showing no signs of having been driven.


    Could he really not want this car anymore?


    So wasteful!


    Isabella shook her head and walked toward her parking spot.


    "Isabella!"


    A familiar voice called out, freezing Isabella in place. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Milo Field, looking radiant and smiling, walked over: "I knew I could find you here. Why didn''t you answer my calls? I was worried about you."


    Isabella''s gaze was cold and detached. She couldn''t comprehend how, after hooking up with her best friend, Milo acted as if nothing had happened!


    If he had a shred of shame, he wouldn''t dare show his face in front of her again!


    "Isabella, Gilly said you''re working here, and I didn''t believe it. Is it true? Isn''t your family... Why do they let you work so hard? You should be enjoying life, look at you, your fingers have become coarse."


    Isabella''s face suddenly changed color, and she felt a massive puzzle in her heart was about to be solved!


    Her teeth quivered slightly as she asked, "What is my family? You know my family?"


    Milo''s smile grew even more gentle: "Are you still trying to hide it from me? Christopher Weaver, the Watch King, is your father; I''ve known for a long time. You''re so low-key, coming here to work part-time. You''re truly the wonderful girl I love!"


    Isabella clearly heard, and something inside her completely shattered.


    When she saw Milo with someone else, it wasn''t unbearable because she had somewhat expected it; after all, men changing their hearts is common.


    But now, she finally understood that the gentle man before her claiming to love her was a lie from start to finish, an answer Isabella never imagined.


    All the illogical things now had a rational explanation.


    No wonder the dazzling campus heartthrob would pursue someone as invisible as her, no wonder the adored idol would treat her with such courtesy and care, no wonder he accepted the car worth over a million so calmly!


    Isabella took a while to suppress her swirling emotions, and said expressionlessly, "I don''t know any Christopher Weaver, and I have no money. You needn''t waste your efforts on me."


    "Isabella, are you still angry about yesterday''s incident?"


    Milo tried to grab Isabella''s hand but she disgustedly avoided it.


    He wasn''t angry, nor did he take Isabella''s denial seriously; he just smiled gently: "Okay, don''t be childish. Won''t you accept my apology? Yesterday, I acted on impulse with Gilly... but it won''t happen again, I promise you. I really only like you, Gilly''s just my good friend."


    Isabella''s body trembled slightly. Was he even speaking like a human? Why did he trivialize infidelity like that? Did he think she was throwing a childish tantrum?


    "Milo Field, get lost, I''ve already broken up with you!"


    "Stop making a fuss, it''s all minor stuff. I''ve been busy with important things these days, signed with the TV station, need a car for commuting, just give me the keys!"


    Isabella''s broken heart was once again ruthlessly crushed.


    So he wasn''t here to apologize at all, he was here for the car!


    She forced a word from her teeth: "Leave."

 Chapter 12: Every Trick in the Book

    Chapter 12 - 12: Every Trick in the BookMilo Field is also a man favored by heaven, used to being praised, how could he tolerate being repeatedly told to "get lost"? The smile disappeared from his face, revealing a hint of irritation and impatience: "What exactly do you want from me? Are we never going to be done with this? I am a normal man, with a man''s needs, and if you refuse to fulfill them, is it wrong for me to find someone else?"


    Isabella Weaver was stunned. His righteous tone made it clear he didn''t think he was in the wrong at all!


    Where did the warm and tender Milo Field go?


    Who is this man now?


    Isabella Weaver finally bypassed him, got into her car, and drove off in a cloud of dust.


    She drove straight back to school, went into the dormitory building to find Gilly Scott.


    The dorms at their school were four-person rooms, and the other three had all gone out for breakfast. Only Gilly Scott was still at her desk putting on makeup.


    Upon seeing Isabella Weaver, Gilly Scott''s face froze for a moment, then she smiled: "Isabella, why are you..."


    "Did you tell Milo Field about my family matters?"


    "Of course not, didn''t you ask me to keep it a secret? I haven''t told anyone!"


    "Did you or did you not?!"


    Isabella Weaver''s eyes reddened. She had once regarded Gilly Scott as her lifelong best friend, never hiding anything from her, sharing everything with her, yet the outcome of her sincerity was so tragic!


    Gilly Scott remained silent for a long time before she slowly began to cry: "It was me, Isabella Weaver, you have no idea, I''ve known Milo for a long time! He was supposed to be mine, but just because I inadvertently mentioned you were Christopher Weaver''s daughter, he started looking at you differently and went after you! Shouldn''t you thank me?"


    Isabella Weaver would be too foolish to believe her now!


    She didn''t believe in any "inadvertence"; Gilly Scott''s mind was more meticulous than hers, and her words and actions were almost flawless daily, how could she accidentally reveal her biggest secret!


    "I should thank you because if it weren''t for you, I wouldn''t have seen Milo Field''s true colors. Congratulations to you, he''s yours now, I don''t want him anymore."


    Gilly Scott''s tone was full of grievance: "I clearly knew Milo earlier than you, clearly loved him more than you, tried hard to dress perfectly, studied hard, but he just couldn''t see me, just because your last name is Weaver, you got him easily! Why is that? I don''t accept it!"


    "So, you took him to the club where I work to have a car sex scene in the parking lot?" The place where she worked, Isabella Weaver only told Gilly Scott. So many hotels were not the option, but the Royalton Club was chosen, there must have been a premeditated plan.


    "Yes, only then would you break up with him! He likes me, he just set his eyes on your family background, he never publicly acknowledged you!"


    "Does he know you have been scheming against him all along?"


    "What do you mean scheming? That''s love! Don''t talk nonsense!"


    Isabella Weaver sneered and walked away.


    Gilly Scott, having schemed meticulously, temporarily gained Milo Field, but what does that matter? Can she hold onto him forever? Milo Field is not stupid!


    Of course, Milo Field is not stupid. After confirming today that Isabella Weaver was indeed working at the Royalton Club, he understood yesterday''s car sex scene was Gilly Scott''s elaborate setup.


    All day, he didn''t answer Gilly Scott''s calls. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    By evening, Gilly Scott panicked, went to the dormitory but didn''t find Isabella Weaver, and then ran to the Royalton Club: "Isabella, what did you tell Milo? He hasn''t paid attention to me all day!"

 Chapter 13 Stirring Up Trouble

    Chapter 13 - 13 Stirring Up TroubleIsabella Weaver was tidying her work uniform and scarf in front of the mirror in the workspace when she saw Gilly Scott, her expression turned a bit unsightly.


    A few days ago, Gilly Scott often came by, already so familiar with the place, Isabella hadn''t expected her to have the nerve to show up after everything that happened.


    "Get out!"


    "Did you badmouth me to Milo? Otherwise, he wouldn''t be ignoring me. We were fine just yesterday!"


    Isabella turned her head: "Cora, call the security!"


    Cora Ginger had seen Gilly Scott a few times, but each encounter had been unpleasant. She really disliked Gilly and, hearing Isabella''s call, she immediately dashed out and soon returned with two burly security guards, shouting loudly, "What''s with you security guys, letting just anyone in? This is a workspace, not a place for any Master Cat or Master Hound to come in at will, get her out!"


    Gilly Scott was stunned with anger, but unlike Cora''s domineering arrogance, her tone was gentle and full of grievance, "Cora Ginger, how can you curse at people? I''m Isabella''s good friend, I''m here to see her, by insulting me, aren''t you insulting Isabella?"


    Cora rolled her eyes and said to Isabella, "I''m not cursing you, Isabella, don''t let her sow discord. This woman is really vicious, always stirring up trouble every time she comes, making us all upset, hmph!"


    "Security, take her out, she''s not my friend anymore."


    For the past month, Isabella Weaver and her partner Cora Ginger''s relationship had been erratic, mainly because of Gilly Scott. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Every time she visited, she stirred things up, and once she left, Isabella would be the one taking the blame.


    "Isabella, you can''t do this, can''t I admit I''m wrong? We''ve been good friends for so many years, let''s talk it out slowly, don''t let an outsider drive a wedge between us..."


    Isabella didn''t want to hear a single word more, let alone see her face: "Security, take her out, don''t let her in again!"


    Security, having received affirmative confirmation, dutifully took her away.


    Cora Ginger was elated, like she had just won a battle, and went to hug Isabella Weaver: "Ah, I finally beat her this time. Isabella, why didn''t you speak up for her? Hahaha, did you see how awful her face looked? So satisfying!"


    Isabella Weaver was hugged, her whole body stiffened.


    From yesterday to now, no one knew what she had been through, she kept all the pain and sorrow buried deep inside, and no one gave her warmth.


    Cora Ginger''s hug almost brought her to tears.


    She clung tightly to Cora, her voice slightly hoarse, "Cora, thank you."


    Cora didn''t notice Isabella''s emotions, she was still joyfully like a child: "Thank me for what? If it weren''t for your sake, I would''ve cursed her a hundred times. She won''t be coming again, will she? You''re not friends with her anymore, right? Ah, that''s great!"


    "Mm, not friends anymore."


    "Why, though? You used to treat her like family, I thought you''d never be apart from her! I''ve told you several times, but you never listened!"


    Isabella hesitated for a moment but then gave a brief explanation, "She did something unforgivable to me."


    "Ah? Did she steal your boyfriend?"


    Isabella instantly pushed her away, eyes filled with surprise: "How did you know?"


    "Oh, I guessed, it''s such an easy guess! Besides, if I''m not wrong, that Milo Field you both always mention, he''s your boyfriend, right? I always suspected that Gilly liked him!"

 Chapter 14: Mr. Hunter, does my makeup not look good?

    Chapter 14 - 14: Mr. Hunter, does my makeup not look good?Isabella Weaver sighed lightly. Was it already that obvious? Even Cora Ginger had noticed.


    "Did she really steal your boyfriend? That vixen is really shameless! Wait here, I''ll go out and scold her again!"


    Saying this, Cora Ginger rolled up her sleeves and started to rush out.


    Isabella Weaver hurriedly pulled her back, "Forget it, we''re about to start work. Don''t go, she''s probably already gone."


    "True, hmph, next time if she dares to come again, just call me, we''ll scold her to death!" sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Warmth rose in Isabella Weaver''s heart and she smiled, "Okay, thank you."


    Cora Ginger stared at her for a long while, then suddenly jumped up, "No way, you''re too pretty, especially when you smile, you can bewitch people. Quickly, let me put ugly makeup on you, or I''ll never have my chance!"


    Five minutes later, Isabella Weaver looked at herself in the mirror, not knowing whether to laugh or cry!


    "So, how about it? Pretty good skills, right?"


    "Yeah, not bad. I won''t be called Isabella Weaver anymore."


    "Huh?"


    "Call me Ghost-feared!"


    Cora Ginger burst into laughter, "A bit heavy-handed, just bear with it, let''s go, time to get to work!"


    Isabella Weaver stood up and went with her to the restaurant, each with a small cart to serve fruit plates and drinks.


    As expected, the guests'' gazes lingered longer on Cora Ginger today, which delighted her, and she eagerly took over the task of clearing plates, making Isabella Weaver much more relaxed.


    Harry Hunter sat on the sofa in the VIP room, and as he watched Isabella Weaver walk in after pushing open the door, a slight expression finally appeared on his cold face.


    When Isabella Weaver placed a super-sized fruit platter on the table, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.


    "Isabella Weaver, do you think by painting yourself like a ghost, I wouldn''t recognize you?"


    The soothing classical music mixed with the man''s deep, indifferent voice created an indescribable charm, so pleasant that it was hard to resist.


    Undeniably, Isabella Weaver consented to Cora Ginger painting her like this primarily to ward off Harry Hunter.


    Thinking of her panda eyes, exaggerated eyebrows, and overly red lipstick, Isabella Weaver felt a sense of courage. She didn''t believe Harry Hunter would want her to drink with him looking this ugly!


    She raised her head and suddenly showed a scary smile, "Mr. Hunter, doesn''t my makeup look good?"


    Sure enough, Harry Hunter couldn''t help but close his eyes.


    Isabella Weaver''s smile grew even brighter, but before she could provoke Harry Hunter further, he pulled her down onto the sofa.


    She pushed him away vigilantly, "What are you doing?"


    Harry Hunter took out an envelope and handed it to her.


    Isabella Weaver instinctively accepted it because she immediately recognized it was the envelope she had given to Harry Hunter, still bearing the Royalton Club''s logo, bulging as if her nine thousand dollars hadn''t been touched at all.


    "Mr. Hunter..."


    "I never touched your money." Harry Hunter''s voice was calm, his handsome face expressionless, but the image of her earnestly counting money in the elevator yesterday appeared in his mind.


    She was still lively and cute back then.


    Isabella Weaver hesitated and handed the envelope back: "No, I smashed your glass, I should compensate you."


    Harry Hunter didn''t take it, lightly touched Isabella Weaver''s face painted like a little kitten with his finger, and seeing the black smudge on his finger, he shook his head slightly, "No need for you to compensate."

 Chapter 15 Little Warmth

    Chapter 15 - 15 Little WarmthIsabella Weaver was utterly amazed and forgot to dodge Harry Hunter''s fingers.


    She stared blankly at Harry''s excessively handsome face, not understanding why yesterday he complained about too little money, and today he didn''t want any compensation.


    Harry seemed to see through her heart and said, "You work every day, making money isn''t easy; our account¡ªlet''s write it off."


    Isabella''s heart shook fiercely.


    This man was clearly a wealthy young master, living a life of luxury, yet he could empathize with her hard work!


    But what about Milo Field?


    Not only did he not care about her struggles, but after betraying her, he still came asking for the car.


    Isabella clutched the envelope tightly, then whispered after a while, "When I earn more, I will repay you double."


    She needed to live, to pay the car loan, and indeed needed this money.


    Harry wanted to say there was no need but, seeing her stubbornly strong appearance, he said nothing.


    The men and women accompanying Harry for drinks saw him take out a thick envelope for the girl and started cheering, assuming Harry had given her a tip, and followed suit by taking out money to reward: "Hey, this girl looks quite clean, come over, come over!"


    Cora Ginger, who had been deathly jealous seeing Isabella receive money, hurried over when the handsome guys called her, collecting a pile of red envelopes as she made rounds!


    When she and Isabella came out of the private room, they still felt like they were dreaming!


    "I got red envelopes! I got tips too!"


    Typically, service staff like them who deliver drinks are at the bottom tier and don''t receive tips, only those like Irene who entertain and chat receive them.


    Cora was so excited she was almost crying: "Isabella, thanks to you, look at all this money! One, two, three, four..."


    Isabella watched her counting money happily and laughed lightly.


    Her mood felt somewhat relieved, and life seemed full of hope again. There were still good people in this world; even someone seemingly cold like Harry had warmth.


    The night passed, and as it was time to finish work, Isabella rubbed her sore arms and walked out with Cora.


    Cora, feeling she benefited by following Isabella, having received over four thousand in tips, insisted on treating Isabella to a meal.


    As the two walked out of the club''s doors, they ran into Milo Field.


    The faint smile on Isabella''s face disappeared completely.


    "Isabella, I came to pick you up after work, but the security wouldn''t let me in. I''ve been waiting outside for quite a while."


    Milo''s gentle face carried a hint of anxiety; he truly needed that Range Rover to show off. All the hosts at the TV station drove nice cars, and his Nissan was too old and embarrassing.


    He had intended to go straight to the garage to drive Isabella''s car away, but unfortunately, today the security refused to let him in no matter what. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Seeing Isabella''s expression, Cora knew her mood was terrible and instantly guessed Milo''s identity: "Are you Isabella''s boyfriend? Gilly Scott caused a scene here yesterday, and our management of outsiders has become stricter!"


    Gilly Scott?


    Milo''s gaze turned a bit dark; how could she cause trouble at critical times? Deliberately exposing their secret relationship in front of Isabella, he hadn''t even settled the score with her yet!


    Isabella corrected Cora: "Cora, he isn''t anymore, we broke up."


    "Oh, right, he got together with that Gilly Scott, didn''t he? Hmph, scumbag! Hurry and stay away from our Isabella, looking decent but actually no good at all!"

 Chapter 16 Picking Up a Girlfriend While Walking

    Chapter 16 - 16 Picking Up a Girlfriend While WalkingIsabella hadn''t spoken yet when Milo Field''s face changed.


    He despises the idea of others knowing about his romantic affairs!


    Fuming, he said, "Isabella, why would you casually tell our business to outsiders? Can''t we settle our personal matters privately? I''ve already apologized to you, Gilly even knelt before you, and you''re still upset with me?"


    "I''m not upset; I''m genuinely breaking up with you."


    Isabella''s attitude was overly indifferent, which worried Milo that she might truly leave him, so he slowed his tone, "It was my fault, you can hit me or curse me, just don''t be mad at me anymore. I''ve secured a job, and we haven''t properly celebrated it together yet. How about I take you out for a western dinner tonight?"


    A surge of indescribable anger rose in Isabella''s heart. What gave Milo such confidence that she would forgive his infidelity? How should she put it so he would let her go?


    A familiar figure emerged from the club, and as he passed beside Isabella, a sudden idea struck her!


    She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and linked her arm through the man''s, casually telling Milo, "You should go, I already have a new boyfriend!"


    Harry Hunter glanced down at the hand wrapped around his arm, retracting the step he''d just taken.


    Interesting.


    Just walking along, and he picked up a girlfriend.


    But Milo didn''t believe it, "Isn''t this the owner of the car you mistakenly hit? Stop fooling around, come back to school with me! Excuse me, sir, I''m sorry my girlfriend troubled you. We''ll discuss compensation for your car later."


    As he spoke, he reached out to grab Isabella, but Harry suddenly wrapped an arm around Isabella''s waist and moved her aside.


    Harry''s expression was cold, "No problem, my lady just smashed a glass window. As long as she likes, she can smash the whole car. She doesn''t need compensation, but you do. Pay up, a million!"


    Milo was suddenly stunned, this plot development was entirely beyond his expectations!


    Had something happened he didn''t know about?


    Instinctively, he said, "Impossible! The one she loves is me, Isabella, tell me this isn''t true!"


    Isabella was held by Harry, and her body stiffened for a moment; she hadn''t expected Harry to cooperate with her this much.


    But she couldn''t let the opportunity slip, so she bit her lip, gave Harry a slight smile, then tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "This is true; I don''t love you anymore. The person I love is him."


    Milo was finally defeated by that kiss, turned red-eyed, and left.


    Once Isabella saw him leave, she hurriedly pushed Harry away, whispering, "Thank you!"


    The soft body left his embrace, and Harry furrowed his brow; she really was using him and then tossing him aside!


    He didn''t say a word, getting into a slowly approaching business car, and left.


    Isabella let out a sigh of relief; Harry had been such an intimidating presence, and her actions just now had been incredibly risky, luckily he didn''t pursue the matter.


    Cora Ginger came over, winking and nudging, "Isabella, do you know that wealthy guy? What''s the story with the smashed glass? It seems like he''s interested in you; he was really cooperative with your acting just now. You should seize the opportunity here! This type, even in our club, is top-tier and in high demand!"


    Isabella didn''t want to bring up the glass incident, she gently shook her head, "It''s not quite knowing him, just some minor misunderstanding before."


    Cora didn''t believe her, but she didn''t ask further, as many things in the club are better left unexamined.


    She grabbed Isabella''s hand, laughing, "Alright, alright, I''m nearly starving, let''s go have something delicious! I know a restaurant that makes dumplings with soup filling¡ªthey''re an absolute delicacy, so good you could swallow your tongue. I''ll treat you!"

 Chapter 17 Father and Son Estrangement

    Chapter 17 - 17 Father and Son EstrangementConnor drove the car with Harry Hunter heading towards the Hunter Family villa. Several times on the way, he glanced at Harry, seeming like he wanted to say something but stopped. Harry kept his head down, engrossed in his documents, immersed in work, forcing Connor to swallow his words.


    Returning to the Hunter Family, the servants, seeing the rare appearance of Harry, all bowed their heads respectfully.


    Leon Hunter sat in the living room. Seeing Harry return alone, his expression darkened slightly, "Where''s your girlfriend? Didn''t you say you''d bring her to meet me? Are you brushing me off again by randomly finding someone?"


    Harry stood at the entrance, sunlight streaming from behind him, making him appear somewhat dazzling. However, his face, not reached by the light, was emotionless.


    He didn''t say anything. Connor stood outside the door, eagerly wanting to explain but not daring to speak.


    Leon rose and walked to his son''s side, his voice laden with sorrow, "The doctor has given the final ultimatum; your grandfather has at most six months left. He loves you the most, and yet you won''t fulfill his last wish? This is the greatest unfilial conduct!"


    "Did you call me back just to say this?"


    Harry spoke without emotion, "In the future, just say it over the phone. I''m very busy."


    As he spoke, he turned to leave, and Leon slapped him hard with a "smack!"


    Connor was startled, hurriedly stepping forward, "Young Master!"


    Harry''s fair face bore a bright red handprint, yet he seemed to feel no pain, not even frowning as he continued walking out.


    Leon was furious, "You get married immediately! If you haven''t married before your grandfather closes his eyes, don''t think you''re getting anything from the Hunter Family! I won''t give you a penny!"


    Harry''s face finally showed emotion; he revealed a cruel smile, "Are you addicted to raising someone else''s son? You''ve long wanted to give everything from the Hunter Family to that woman and her son, right? You can try to give it a shot and see. If I let them live past this year, I''ll change my surname from Hunter!"


    "You!!"


    Leon pointed at him, too angry to speak.


    However, Harry paid no heed, striding away decisively.


    Connor was about to follow when Leon angrily called him back, "Connor! What''s on his face?"


    Consumed with anger towards Harry, he hadn''t noticed the lip mark on Harry''s face until Harry turned around.


    Connor paused, knowing what Leon was asking. He had been waiting for Leon to ask.


    "It''s from the Young Master being kissed by his girlfriend, leaving a lipstick mark!"


    Leon''s anger immediately decreased by half, "He really has a girlfriend?"


    "Yes, truly!"


    "Is it the girl who spoke with me on the phone? What''s her name again? Isabella?"


    "Yes, Isabella Weaver!"


    "I smelled alcohol on him; he didn''t go to any disreputable places, did he? He didn''t find one of those kinds of women?"


    "Of course not, the Young Master isn''t that kind of person! You know better than anyone, Young Master has high standards and keeps to himself. Those kinds of women can''t get near him!"


    Leon thought carefully, feeling it made some sense, his expression eased slightly, and he waved Connor away. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Connor didn''t leave, cautiously advising, "Sir, it''s best not to hit the Young Master in the future. He''s grown up now, doing this would only embarrass him."


    Leon''s face turned cold, "You dare tell me what to do now?"


    Connor lowered his head, "I wouldn''t dare."


    "Go, keep a good eye on him, and remember to report everything to me."


    "Yes."


    Connor replied absentmindedly, turning to chase after Harry.


    Once in the car, Connor handed Harry a wet wipe, "Young Master, there''s lipstick on your face."


    Harry was taken aback. A glance at the rearview mirror revealed a handprint on his left cheek and a lipstick mark on his right.


    He took the wet wipe and slowly removed the lipstick mark; his previously foul mood slightly eased.


    The car drove a long way before he unconsciously touched his right cheek, feeling as if the softness was still there.

 Chapter 18: Rumors Arise

    Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Rumors AriseIsabella Weaver walked into the bun shop only to realize she hadn¡¯t removed her makeup. Staring at her blotchy, black-and-red face reflected in the glass, she asked Cora Ginger in shock, "Have I been talking to Harry... others looking like this the whole time?"


    Cora Ginger was gobbling up the hot soup buns, mumbling, "Yeah, why?"


    Isabella Weaver felt like pinching Cora Ginger¡¯s ear. How could this girl not remind her to take off her makeup!


    No wonder people were staring at her all the way here; she had thought it was because of Cora Ginger¡¯s loud voice!


    So, she had just kissed Harry Hunter with a face like a ghost?


    Isabella Weaver buried her face in her arms, feeling a bit ashamed to see anyone.


    Oh my god, she kissed Harry Hunter looking so ugly, and he didn¡¯t even push her away! He was really patient!


    She went to the restroom and worked hard to clean her face before going to eat breakfast.


    Cora Ginger looked at her porcelain-like skin enviously, "Isabella, you¡¯re really beautiful, your skin is so soft. I could eat a whole basket of buns just staring at your face!"


    Isabella Weaver gave her a glare, "You could eat while looking at that face I had just now?"


    "Haha, don¡¯t be mad. Next time I¡¯ll do your makeup way better!"


    "Then I¡¯ll eat another basket of buns and five skewers of meat!"


    "Sure, sure, eat as much as you want, my treat!"


    ...


    After breakfast, Isabella Weaver parted ways with Cora Ginger. Cora went home, while Isabella headed back to the clubhouse.


    Her car was still at the clubhouse, she had to drive it back. Luckily, the clubhouse wasn¡¯t far from the bun shop, so it wouldn¡¯t take much time to walk back.


    It wasn¡¯t that she intentionally wanted to hide it from Cora, she just didn¡¯t know how to explain the car situation.


    When she got back to school, it was already past eight. Just as she got out of the car, she bumped into her roommate Molly Cox coming out of the dormitory building.


    Molly Cox exclaimed, "Isabella, where did you get this car? It¡¯s a Range Rover, right? One like this costs over a million! Whose is it? It can¡¯t be God Field Milo¡¯s, can it?"


    Isabella Weaver frowned at the mention of the name, "No."


    "Then whose is it? Don¡¯t tell me you bought it yourself; where would you get the money!"


    Isabella Weaver noticed the gathering eyes around them and replied coldly, "It¡¯s none of your business, don¡¯t ask again."


    This area had plenty of nice cars parked, her car wasn¡¯t noticeable until Molly Cox made it a spectacle.


    Looks like she couldn¡¯t park her car directly in the dorm parking lot anymore.


    Isabella Weaver locked her car and returned to the dorm to sleep.


    What she hadn¡¯t expected was waking up at noon to all sorts of gossip about her being kept.


    Molly Cox wasn¡¯t there, but their other two roommates, Cecilia Hart and Lily Cruz, were present, both looking at Isabella Weaver with some inexplicable expression.


    "Isabella, we heard you¡¯re driving a car worth over a million? Your family must be wealthy!"


    "Speaking of which, Isabella, your parents have never visited school, right? What do they do for work? We¡¯ve never heard you mention them before?"


    "Why do you still work every day, not coming back at night, where exactly do you work? What exactly do you do!"


    The two went back and forth, their tone clearly unfriendly.


    Isabella Weaver rubbed her temples; her headache from severe lack of sleep was getting worse, so much so she didn¡¯t have the energy to deal with them.


    She picked up her toiletries, took a basin, and walked out, treating the two like air.


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 Chapter 19 Dog Eat Dog

    Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Dog Eat DogCecilia Hart stomped her foot in anger, "Look at her, how arrogant, she doesn¡¯t even acknowledge us, won¡¯t even speak, acting all high and mighty!"


    Lily Cruz patted her hand, "She¡¯s got backing now, who knows which old man is keeping her, we can¡¯t afford to provoke her!"


    "Is she really being kept?"


    "That¡¯s what everyone says, most importantly, her best friend Gilly Scott let it slip, I heard from Molly, this mess came out of Gilly Scott¡¯s dorm yesterday, it can¡¯t be wrong!"


    Isabella Weaver had just entered the public restroom when she was greeted with a slew of stares.


    She pretended not to notice, calmly washing her face and brushing her teeth, showing no reaction even when she caught words like "kept" and "old man".


    A slightly chubby girl approached her and whispered, "Isabella, don¡¯t mind the rumors, I believe in you, I know you¡¯re a good girl."


    Isabella Weaver turned her head, pausing for a moment to recall who she was.


    This girl had previously been bullied and humiliated because of her size, and Isabella had spoken up for her back then. Unexpectedly, she remembered and now showed her concern.


    "Johanna, I¡¯m fine, thank you!"


    Johanna Ortiz couldn¡¯t help but add, "I heard these rumors are coming from your dorm and Gilly Scott¡¯s dorm. Isn¡¯t she your good friend? Why would she say bad things about you?"


    Hearing it was Gilly Scott, Isabella Weaver was momentarily stunned.


    She¡¯s merciless, not only snatching Milo Field away but also trying to ruin her reputation.


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    Isabella Weaver explained softly, giving Johanna Ortiz a slight smile, holding her basin as she left.


    Changing her clothes, with a backpack over her shoulder, Isabella Weaver headed out.


    She found a quiet place and called Milo Field.


    Milo Field was delighted to receive her call, "Isabella, have you finally forgiven me? I knew you still loved me, that man this morning was your way of making me jealous, right?"


    "No, I¡¯m calling to tell you, Milo Field, control your girlfriend Gilly Scott. If she spreads rumors about me again, I¡¯ll post the video of you two having car sex on the school¡¯s website!"


    "What did you say?!"


    Just as Milo Field was about to ask more, the busy tone rang out from the phone; Isabella had already hung up!


    He immediately opened the school forum to check the gossip section.


    Isabella Weaver was shockingly on the front page!


    The glaring headline read: Philosophy Department Beauty Isabella Weaver Kept, Drives a Range Rover to Class!


    The article was indecently written, and the comments below were full of all sorts of things.


    Milo Field held back and held back, but he couldn¡¯t contain his overwhelming fury.


    He called Gilly Scott out.


    The meeting place was in Milo Field¡¯s worn-out, paint-chipped Nissan car, and as soon as Gilly Scott got in, she was met with a slap across the face.


    She cried out in pain, just about to protest, but when she looked up, she saw Milo Field¡¯s bloodshot, vicious eyes.


    His usual gentleness was nowhere to be seen, replaced with an aura of hostility and anger.


    Gilly Scott instinctively felt frightened, covering her face as tears began to fall, "Milo, what¡¯s gotten into you? Did I do something wrong?"


    "Gilly Scott, do you think you¡¯ve outsmarted me and I know nothing? I just couldn¡¯t be bothered with you! But you have the audacity to sabotage my relationship with Isabella Weaver, causing me to be dumped! Now, you¡¯re spreading rumors that she¡¯s being kept, isn¡¯t she your friend? Where has your kindness and gentleness gone? How can you be so malicious?"

 Chapter 20 Is the Weaver Family That Impressive?

    Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Is the Weaver Family That Impressive?"I didn¡¯t mean to, it was Isabella. She said Royalton Club is very private, so that¡¯s why I took you there. Haven¡¯t you always been afraid of being found out, always wanting a place with good privacy?"


    "Even now, you still want to blame everything on Isabella Weaver? Do you think I¡¯m as dumb as you?"


    Milo Field was shaking with anger, wishing Gilly Scott could vanish from this world immediately. It was all because of this woman that all his plans during this critical phase of his career were disrupted, and now Isabella Weaver has a deadly hold over him!


    How did he get so bewitched to sleep with her back then, and now he can¡¯t even get rid of her!


    "I don¡¯t have time to argue with you right now. I¡¯m warning you, don¡¯t spread rumors that Isabella Weaver is being kept. She¡¯s my girlfriend, and always will be! Throw dirt on her, and you¡¯re throwing dirt on me, and I won¡¯t let you get away with it!"


    Milo Field looked at her tearful face, feeling a wave of irritation. Isabella Weaver never cried; no matter what happened, she could control her emotions with a calmness that even he admired. Just in this aspect, Gilly Scott was completely defeated.


    "The rumors weren¡¯t spread by me; it¡¯s because she has a bad relationship with her roommates, and they spread it. How can you blame me? Didn¡¯t you say you liked me? I gave you everything I had, and now this is your attitude?"


    Indeed, Milo Field had experienced unparalleled joy with Gilly Scott; in this car alone were countless traces of their affection.


    Thinking of this, he finally calmed down and spoke gently again: "Gilly, don¡¯t you wish me well? Don¡¯t you know what the Weaver Family can bring to me? You must know that I was highly paid by the TV station in part thanks to the Weaver Family! I do like you, but you can¡¯t help my career. Isabella Weaver can, so I can¡¯t lose her now."


    Gilly Scott was extremely surprised: "Are you saying that Isabella Weaver helped with your job? It¡¯s impossible; she doesn¡¯t even contact her family!"


    "She didn¡¯t help directly. I just hinted to a key decision-maker that I would be the son-in-law of Christopher Weaver in the future, and then the interview and contract process became smoother."


    "What? Is that even possible? Is the Weaver Family really that powerful?"


    "What do you think? The Watch King isn¡¯t just a nickname. The Weaver Family¡¯s resources and connections are beyond your imagination! You mustn¡¯t go against her in the future!"


    ...


    With few courses in her senior year, Isabella Weaver left the school after lunch when she had no classes in the afternoon.


    She wasn¡¯t worried about the rumors. Milo Field was very capable, and with leverage against him, he would definitely try his best to suppress the rumors and teach Gilly Scott a lesson as the instigator.


    Driving her Land Rover at high speed on the road, Isabella once again marveled at how great it was to have a car.


    Not only did it save a lot of time, but it was also very comfortable. In the past, she always had to squeeze onto the bus and even transfer when going to the gallery, which was very inconvenient.


    As she touched the steering wheel, she felt that betrayal and gossip were gradually fading away, and her heart was calm and peaceful.


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    The car drove all the way to the Shadow Maple Gallery in the suburbs before stopping, and Isabella Weaver, carrying her bag, walked inside.


    This gallery was quite large, with a small area dedicated to exhibitions of Isabella Weaver¡¯s own works.


    She stood in front of the exhibition area, looking at her own paintings, a gentle joy and satisfaction rising in her heart.


    The gallery owner smiled and came over to greet her, "Isabella, it¡¯s been a long time since you last came. Two more of your pieces have been sold, congratulations! Remember to go to the finance office to collect your payment later!"

 Chapter 21: This is my girlfriend, Isabella Weaver

    Chapter 21: Chapter 21: This is my girlfriend, Isabella WeaverIsabella was a bit surprised, "Thanks to you, Boss Palmer. If you hadn¡¯t been willing to make room for my exhibition, my paintings would have gone unnoticed."


    "No way, your paintings have a certain charm. I really like them! Are you painting today? There¡¯s an available studio."


    "Yes, I am. Could you arrange it for me, please?"


    Painting was Isabella¡¯s greatest hobby. After she met Boss Palmer by chance, she became rooted there, occasionally selling a painting or two to supplement her life so that she wouldn¡¯t be too strapped for cash.


    After receiving her earnings, Isabella spent the entire afternoon in the studio. It wasn¡¯t until the sun set that she stretched her body and smiled.


    Today, she had a good touch; she was quite satisfied with the landscape painting she had created.


    She initially planned to paint only mountains, but in the end, she added a red off-road vehicle at the foot of the mountain. A girl with a backpack casually leaned against the car, her long hair flying, looking exceptionally free-spirited.


    She handed the painting over to Boss Palmer and hurriedly returned to the city, skipping dinner.


    By the time she arrived at the Royalton Club, it was already past her shift start time.


    Cora Ginger sighed with relief when she saw her, handing her the small cart, "Why did you just get here? The manager came by to check earlier, and I barely managed to cover for you. I was terrified!"


    "Thank you!"


    Isabella gratefully thanked her. If she were caught being late, she¡¯d get a deduction of at least two hundred dollars.


    The two exchanged a few words before jumping into work, leaving Cora no time to put Isabella¡¯s makeup on to make her look plain.


    After delivering a round of orders, the two finally had some time to rest.


    Cora nibbled on some fruit and whispered the latest gossip she had heard to Isabella, but before she finished, the manager¡¯s voice came over the walkie-talkie:


    "Is Isabella there yet?"


    Isabella exchanged a glance with Cora. They both knew the manager was checking in again, so she pressed the walkie-talkie button and said, "Manager, I¡¯m here."


    "People just went into Room 17. Go over and deliver the fruit platter immediately!"


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    Isabella responded and got up to head to the room with Cora.


    Room 17 was a large room, and according to the club¡¯s rules, two complimentary fruit platters and beers were to be served.


    When Isabella entered with the fruit platter, she immediately noticed Harry Hunter sitting in the center.


    Today¡¯s room was different from the usual quiet setting; the music was loud, and his friends were talking and laughing, making the place particularly lively.


    He was the only one, still icy and indifferent as usual, starkly out of place with the surrounding merriment.


    Isabella placed the fruit platter down and was just about to leave when suddenly she was stopped.


    "Isabella!"


    Harry had somehow already stood up and walked over to her side.


    He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, then loudly announced to everyone, "Let me introduce you all, this is my girlfriend, Isabella."


    The lively atmosphere suddenly plunged into an eerie silence.


    Everyone stared at Isabella in shock and then turned their gaze to a woman in white standing among them.


    It took a while before someone stood up to break the silence, "Young Master Hunter, stop joking around. You¡¯ve only known this waitress for a few days; she¡¯s not your girlfriend! Isn¡¯t Cherry Lewis your fianc¨¦e? She just returned from abroad, and we¡¯re here to welcome her today. Just let the waitress go!"

 Chapter 22: Let’s Get Married

    Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Let¡¯s Get MarriedIsabella Weaver had a bad feeling the moment Harry Hunter held her, but she didn¡¯t move. Harry had just helped her with a performance earlier that morning, and she couldn¡¯t possibly undermine him now.


    She wasn¡¯t completely aware of the situation around her, so she instinctively turned to look at Harry, seeking his opinion with her gaze.


    Harry¡¯s mood tonight was extremely poor. Several things had spun out of his control, especially Cherry Lewis returning from abroad ¡ª everyone else knew but kept it from him alone. He loathed this feeling of being out of control.


    When Isabella¡¯s gaze met his, he felt inexplicably more at ease.


    Originally so stubborn and aloof, now she seemed obedient and compliant. She was seeking his opinion, protecting the last shred of his dignity.


    So she was this considerate and empathetic, knowing to repay kindness.


    Though they had known each other for only three days, they already shared such an astounding mutual understanding.


    Harry tightened his grip slightly around Isabella¡¯s slender waist and leaned down to say to her, "Isabella, kiss me, just like you did this morning."


    Isabella was somewhat surprised to find a trace of pleading in Harry¡¯s eyes.


    In her mind, he was a powerful, ruthless Young Master ¡ª how could he...


    Was it because of that Cherry Lewis?


    Isabella hesitated for just two seconds before standing on tiptoe and pressing her lips to Harry¡¯s cheek.


    Consider it repayment for him saving her this morning.


    Receiving her kiss, Harry¡¯s cold face surprisingly softened into a gentle expression. He took Isabella¡¯s hand and led her to sit on the sofa, looking around and speaking coolly and arrogantly, "What are you all standing around for? Isn¡¯t this a welcome reception? Continue with it!"


    With the atmosphere ruined like this, suddenly announcing he had a girlfriend, Cherry Lewis¡¯s face was utterly bruised¡ªhow could the reception continue?


    No one moved, everyone watching them, or rather, looking at the "undesirable" Isabella.


    Isabella didn¡¯t take Harry¡¯s gentleness seriously, nor did she care about the looks from others. She cooperatively sat beside Harry and looked up to observe the white-clad woman named Cherry Lewis surrounded by others.


    And then she noticed that Cherry Lewis was also observing her.


    Isabella smiled lightly, unconcerned, since she was just a stand-in for the moment.


    Cherry appeared equally unbothered as she gracefully approached Harry and smiled sweetly, "Brother Harry, I was wrong. Don¡¯t be mad. I know you¡¯re deliberately trying to annoy me, you can¡¯t possibly like a waitress carrying plates, she¡¯s just here as a temporary substitute, right?"


    Isabella couldn¡¯t help but frown¡ªnot because she minded being called a waitress, but because the remark sounded exceptionally familiar!


    Milo Field has said similar things countless times these days, making her very disgusted!


    Others might not understand Harry¡¯s current mood, but Isabella understood it all too well. The mere mention of "don¡¯t be mad" from the other party could make all your defenses seem feeble!


    Based on this alone, she¡¯s determined to help Harry tonight!


    Isabella turned to look at Harry, waiting for his next instruction. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry was also looking at her, not sparing a glance at Cherry Lewis, as if the stunning beauty in front of him was nothing but air.


    He reached out, gently stroking Isabella¡¯s flawless face, thinking to himself that she looked best without makeup, beautiful and untouched, naturally graceful with a hint of chill, like his favorite iced lemon water.


    He spoke lightly, "Isabella, let¡¯s get married."

 Chapter 23 Proposal

    Chapter 23: Chapter 23 ProposalIsabella Weaver¡¯s heart skipped a beat.


    His gaze was so deep, his voice so deep, his tone so earnest!


    Isn¡¯t this supposed to be an act?


    Why does it feel so real?


    Could it be that this man¡¯s acting skills are just that good?


    Isabella Weaver hesitated a little, the plot development had surpassed her expectations, and she was a bit uncertain about whether to help him with this or not.


    Harry Hunter saw her hesitation, and a fleeting smile crossed his face carved like ice, then he spoke calmly, "Waiter!"


    Cora Ginger was engrossed in the spectacle and was caught off guard when called upon, "Ah? Ah ah, here, here, here!"


    "Go get the roses, I¡¯ve booked all the roses in the club for tonight!"


    "Got it!"


    Cora Ginger responded cheerfully and dashed out, shouting into her walkie-talkie, "Private room seventeen, book all the roses! Get ready immediately!"


    Isabella Weaver was her good partner, delivering flowers to her own people, Cora Ginger¡¯s efficiency was outstanding, and in no time, she brought in countless red roses with people helping her. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    For a moment, private room seventeen was overwhelmed by the fragrance of roses, and Cora Ginger even took the liberty to instruct other waiters to place roses everywhere, turning the room into a sea of red, paired with the newly changed dazzling lights, it created an atmosphere perfect for a proposal!


    Even the music was coincidentally playing "Today You Will Marry Me," it was someone who wanted to help Cherry Lewis, deliberately selecting this song hoping Harry Hunter would sing it, but it ended up helping Isabella Weaver instead.


    Harry Hunter picked a rose from the pile, then took out a ring and knelt on one knee before Isabella Weaver.


    "Isabella, among a thousand flowers I choose only one, symbolizing a lifetime of loving only you. Will you marry me?"


    Isabella Weaver was stuck between a rock and a hard place at that moment!


    He even prepared a ring?


    Where did he learn such cheesy lines?


    This act seemed increasingly genuine!


    In front of everyone, if she said "I don¡¯t," wouldn¡¯t it be like slapping him hard in the face in public?


    Just last night he had given her warmth, thinking she had worked too hard, he had returned the nine thousand yuan to her, so she wouldn¡¯t have to pay for the glass.


    Today, it was her turn to give him warmth.


    Isabella Weaver accepted the rose, a smile appeared on her cool face, "I do."


    Harry Hunter had never seen her smile like this before, her smile was so beautiful, making those red roses behind her pale in comparison.


    He slid the ring onto Isabella Weaver¡¯s ring finger, then stood up, and coolly scanned the room, "Now, my fianc¨¦e is Isabella Weaver, if anyone says otherwise, don¡¯t blame me for being rude!"


    Everyone exchanged glances, for a moment unsure whether Harry Hunter really proposed or if it was just to save Cherry Lewis from embarrassment. He made the proposal look so formal, it really didn¡¯t seem like a farce.


    The one with the worst expression was Cherry Lewis, her eyes reddened, she asked, "Brother Harry, did you go as far as proposing to a waitress just to spite me? You¡¯re not usually someone who acts recklessly. Since you¡¯re not welcoming me, I¡¯ll just leave! I wasn¡¯t even the one who wanted to come today, it was you who invited me!"


    She grabbed her bag and dashed out, the man who had previously tried to smooth things over for her hesitated for a moment but quickly followed, seemingly to comfort her.


    Harry Hunter maintained a blank expression, he hadn¡¯t spoken to Cherry Lewis from start to finish.


    No one could fathom his emotions at that moment, and the atmosphere momentarily froze.

 Chapter 24: Mr. Hunter, Hold Me Gently

    Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Mr. Hunter, Hold Me GentlyConnor was the only one still having that smiley face, familiar folks might notice that he seemed even happier than usual.


    He loudly called out, "Today is a special day for our Young Master! Everyone, let¡¯s not leave until we¡¯re drunk! Waiter, don¡¯t just stand there, bring the wine! And whatever there is to eat and drink, bring it over, our Young Master is loaded!"


    The crowd finally had an excuse to move forward, and they all raised their glasses, "Congratulations, Young Master Hunter! Congrats congrats!"


    The atmosphere, whether genuine or not, became lively again. After entertaining for a while, Isabella Weaver felt the show was over, and she should take her leave.


    However, as soon as she moved a little, Harry Hunter pulled her into an embrace, "Where are you going?"


    "Isn¡¯t it over?"


    "No, everything is just beginning."


    "But I still have work to do."


    "You don¡¯t need to work as a waitress tonight; your job tonight is to accompany me, I¡¯ll talk to the club."


    Isabella felt something was off, but after thinking for a while, she couldn¡¯t figure it out.


    She took off the ring, "Here, take this back."


    Harry took it and put it back on her, saying calmly, "I, Harry Hunter, never take back what I¡¯ve given. If you don¡¯t like it, just throw it away, no need to give it back to me."


    Isabella looked at the ring on her finger; the diamond was dazzlingly bright, but the platinum band had slight wear and tear, obviously not new.


    On a whim, she blurted out, "Was this ring originally hers?"


    "Who? Cherry Lewis?"


    "Yes."


    "No," Harry gently caressed the diamond ring on Isabella¡¯s finger, "it was my mother¡¯s, she especially left it for her daughter-in-law before she passed away."


    The answer was unexpected, and suddenly, Isabella felt the ring on her finger weighed a thousand pounds!


    She wanted to take the ring off again, "This is too precious, I can¡¯t take it!"


    Harry held her hand, wrapping her whole body in his arms, whispering in her ear, "I think it suits you well, so just keep wearing it!"


    "But..."


    "What, do you want my mom to come persuade you herself?"


    "No no no!"


    Just now it was like a romance movie, how did it suddenly steer towards a horror film?


    Director Hunter is being so willful!


    Isabella quieted down, when she wasn¡¯t speaking, her senses became sharper, she could feel the strength of Harry¡¯s hand, smell the faint pine scent on him, she could even feel his heartbeat.


    Were they...


    Standing too close to each other?


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    "Mr. Hunter."


    "Hmm?"


    "Hold me a bit lighter."


    Isabella¡¯s hand pressed against Harry¡¯s chest, "You¡¯re holding too tight, my waist hurts a bit."


    "Really? How about this?" Harry loosened a bit.


    "Still a bit tight."


    "This?" Harry loosened up a bit more.


    "Still tight."


    Harry suddenly laughed, he finally saw through her, she simply didn¡¯t want him to hold her, as long as his hand was around her, she¡¯d find it tight.


    He tightened his arms again, pulling Isabella right onto his lap.


    Isabella was a bit flustered, "Mr. Hunter!"


    "Hmm."


    Harry responded softly, feeling that holding her like this was more comfortable, "What would you like to drink? How about red wine? The best wine at Royalton Club isn¡¯t from France, but brewed by themselves, using the finest grapes, the taste is superb and leaves a lingering aroma, but it¡¯s quite intoxicating. Do you want some?"


    "No!"


    Sitting on the man¡¯s lap, with her waist held tightly, was beyond Isabella¡¯s comfort zone!

 Chapter 25: Drunk

    Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Drunk"Let go of me, I helped you tonight, how can you repay kindness with revenge!"


    Harry Hunter couldn¡¯t help but laugh again. How does she always make him find her incredibly interesting? So many women want to throw themselves into his arms, yet this girl calls it "repaying kindness with revenge"!


    He sensed her unease, and he didn¡¯t want her to feel that way, so he merely teased her a bit before releasing her, allowing her to sit beside him.


    Connor tossed crunchy peanuts into his mouth, feeling amazed at the smile on Harry Hunter¡¯s face.


    He originally thought there was nothing special about Isabella Weaver. She was indeed beautiful, as pure as a lotus above clear water, with a unique temperament, but that was all. Harry Hunter had countless beauties around him, of all styles. He had even rejected popular actress beauties.


    But Harry Hunter¡¯s smiles tonight were more than the entire past year combined, proving Isabella Weaver was truly special!


    The long night dragged on; previously, Harry Hunter found every night hard to endure, but tonight, it seemed to pass especially quickly.


    Around two or three in the morning, people in the private room left one after another. Cora Ginger also took the plates and wine bottles away, cleaning up thoroughly, except for the room full of roses which she didn¡¯t touch.


    She saw that Isabella Weaver had been sitting beside Harry Hunter all along. The two occasionally exchanged glances and words, appearing intimate and sweet. She was quite excited¡ªlook, she dumped the jerk and immediately found such a handsome and gallant boyfriend, how great!


    Cora Ginger hummed a tune and left; she had received quite a lot of tips tonight!


    Finally, only Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver were left in the room; even Connor had tactfully gone outside to stand guard.


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s face was flushed, and she felt dizzy, always seeing three heads on Harry Hunter. S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Suddenly, she reached out and pressed her hand on Harry Hunter¡¯s shoulder: "Stop swaying, it¡¯s making my eyes dizzy."


    Harry Hunter glanced at the white, jade-like hand on his shoulder, gently took it off, and held it, smiling faintly: "So your alcohol tolerance is that low. Just a few drinks and you¡¯re this drunk."


    Even when drunk, Isabella Weaver instinctively rejected being touched by others. She could touch Harry Hunter, but he couldn¡¯t touch her.


    She shot Harry Hunter a dagger-like look, withdrew her hand, held her wine glass, and sipped, joyfully exclaiming, "It¡¯s so good!"


    She hadn¡¯t intended to drink, but Harry Hunter insisted she try it, so she took a small sip, and that was all it took for her to become captivated.


    This red wine was the signature of the Royalton Club, called "Eternal Poison." It was expensive but always the best-selling wine.


    Isabella Weaver never understood why this wine was so popular, but finally understood after tasting it!


    This wine is truly intoxicating!


    Intoxicating to the point where the more you drink, the more you want!


    Harry Hunter took the wine glass from Isabella Weaver¡¯s hand and said softly, "Stop drinking, if you like it, have more tomorrow. That¡¯s enough for today."


    Isabella Weaver didn¡¯t react much. She leaned on the sofa, feeling comfortable all over, and soon fell asleep.


    Harry Hunter glanced at her and drank the rest of the red wine she left.


    It was strange. In the past, he would never drink something someone else left over, but there was no resistance to drinking Isabella Weaver¡¯s wine.


    He actually felt she was special from the first day he met her.


    Being with her made him feel more relaxed than ever before.


    The music was melodious, the scent of flowers filled the air, and the beauty was beside him. Harry Hunter felt like capturing this moment.


    He looked at Isabella Weaver¡¯s peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, brushed aside the hair on her cheek, bent down to carry her in his arms, and walked out of the private room.

 Chapter 26: Young Master Hunter Coaxes People

    Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Young Master Hunter Coaxes PeopleOutside the door, Connor saw him carrying someone out, grinned and showed his big white teeth: "Young Master, the room is ready for you, you can take a rest."


    "Hmm."


    Harry Hunter nodded indifferently and entered the elevator.


    He had a dedicated suite for resting at Royalton, booked it for an entire year, but rarely stayed there.


    Connor thought today was special, so he had the suite redecorated, filled with roses and candles.


    Harry was momentarily stunned when he carried Isabella Weaver into the room; then he shook his head, put her on the bed, and went to shower.


    When he came out of the shower, he found the person on the bed had disappeared!


    She still had the strength to run, apparently she wasn¡¯t as drunk as he thought.


    Harry was a bit helpless; he hadn¡¯t intended to do anything, so why did she run?


    He just wanted her to get a good night¡¯s sleep here, that¡¯s all.


    After running out of Harry¡¯s room, Isabella Weaver slept in her car until noon, waking up with a splitting headache, feeling sick to her stomach.


    She drank a few sips of cold water from her cup, feeling a little better.


    Last night was too dangerous; she can¡¯t recklessly drink again. Luckily, she kept some presence of mind to escape, otherwise...


    "What inappropriate scenes are you imagining?"


    A cold voice rang out, startling Isabella Weaver!


    A man was standing outside the car, impeccably dressed, tall and handsome, looking fresh, forming a stark contrast to her disheveled appearance.


    This guy drank so much more than she did last night, yet showed no signs of a hangover?


    Isabella Weaver sat up, rubbed her forehead, and asked, "Why are you here?"


    Harry Hunter replied calmly, "I¡¯m waiting for you to wake up."


    "What are you waiting for me for?"


    "Waiting to get the marriage certificate."


    Isabella Weaver almost thought she misheard: "What did you say?"


    Harry Hunter opened the car door: "Get out, let¡¯s go get married."


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s eyes widened: "Why?"


    "I proposed yesterday, you accepted, and now you want to back out?"


    "Wasn¡¯t yesterday just an act?!"


    "I never said it was an act. You accepted the ring, you¡¯re mine now."


    Isabella Weaver took off the ring and threw it out, quickly closing the car door: "Take it back, I don¡¯t want it!"


    Harry Hunter caught the ring, said blandly: "Do you know the difference between humans and pigs?"


    Isabella Weaver was puzzled, why suddenly mention this?


    "Humans keep their promises, while pigs know nothing but eating and sleeping."


    Isabella Weaver couldn¡¯t help but raise an eyebrow, what¡¯s he implying, calling her a pig?


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    She muttered a bit, glared at him, climbed from the back seat to the driver¡¯s seat, fired up the car without looking back, and drove away.


    Harry Hunter stood in place for quite a while without moving, while Connor couldn¡¯t help but say: "Young Master, Miss Weaver seems angry!"


    Harry Hunter frowned: "Wasn¡¯t my coaxing good?"


    Connor¡¯s smile froze instantly; oh my, calling that coaxing? Do you even know how to coax someone properly!!!


    It¡¯s just that Isabella Weaver has a good temper; had it been someone with a volatile temper, calling them a pig would have resulted in a fight!


    Connor felt like crying but couldn¡¯t shed tears; Young Master is clever in everything else, but when it comes to emotions, he¡¯s insensitive and even numb; the road to getting married is long and challenging!


    Harry Hunter glanced at him, said blandly: "Don¡¯t think I don¡¯t know you¡¯re cursing me in your heart. You can¡¯t even keep an eye on a person and let Isabella Weaver run from my room, what¡¯s the use of you?"


    Connor felt like crying even more.


    Last night, Isabella Weaver looked so drunk with Harry Hunter always by her side, he didn¡¯t keep watch. Who¡¯d have thought she¡¯d run off during a quick bathroom break?

 Chapter 27 Ruthless

    Chapter 27: Chapter 27 RuthlessIsabella Weaver drove back to school and immediately noticed that many people around were looking at her with strange gazes. There were even whispers among them.


    "It¡¯s her, it¡¯s her! I heard she was kept by an old man!"


    "Yes, look at that car of hers, no poor student could afford it!" Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Her roommates say she never returns at night; she must not be a good woman!"


    Isabella Weaver scanned them with a cold gaze, but no one dared to make eye contact with her.


    She carried her backpack back to the dormitory, opened her laptop, and started sending emails.


    Her dear roommates just never forgot to slander her, huh? No worries, let¡¯s see who will cry harder.


    After sending the emails, Isabella Weaver took her change of clothes and left the school.


    Previously, she would always shower in the club¡¯s bathroom after work before leaving. Due to unforeseen circumstances this morning, she couldn¡¯t shower, so she had to go to a public bath outside the school.


    Before entering the bathhouse, Isabella Weaver saw a familiar car at the entrance ¡ª Milo Field¡¯s Nissan.


    But Milo Field had always considered this car cheap, only using it in emergencies, and for the past six months, it had been driven by Gilly Scott.


    Could she be here?


    Just as the thought crossed Isabella Weaver¡¯s mind, she saw Gilly Scott, with wet hair, walk out of the bathhouse.


    "Isabella!"


    Gilly Scott ran over joyfully and grabbed Isabella Weaver¡¯s arm: "What a coincidence! You¡¯re here for a shower too. Let me scrub your back!"


    Isabella Weaver pulled her arm away, not wanting to say a single word to her.


    "Isabella, why are you like this? Don¡¯t people make mistakes? I¡¯ve even knelt down for you, and you still won¡¯t forgive me? We were so close before, inseparable, and you¡¯re just being so heartless?"


    Isabella Weaver coldly replied, "After killing someone, you kneel, and all is forgiven, is it?"


    "This isn¡¯t the same as murder!"


    Gilly Scott began to cry sadly: "I just liked Milo too much. I haven¡¯t done anything illegal. What¡¯s wrong with sleeping with him once? Otherwise, another woman would get the chance, and those women are more unrestrained than me!"


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s expression shifted slightly: "Are you saying he has other women?"


    "Ah? No, no, that¡¯s not what I meant, don¡¯t misunderstand!"


    Isabella Weaver looked at her trying to cover up, and felt her heart being overwhelmed by a sense of sorrow.


    She always thought she was Milo Field¡¯s "one and only," but it turns out she wasn¡¯t even his top priority. Gilly Scott probably knew all along about his other women but kept it from her.


    Thinking that all Milo Field¡¯s tenderness and affection were fake made her feel as if her heart had been hollowed out.


    All illusions.


    The scenes where she felt happy were just dreams.


    "Isabella, don¡¯t you understand? Milo is so exceptional, he was destined not to be yours alone. Instead of letting other women share him, why not let me do it? We¡¯re close sisters, closer than anyone. It¡¯s better than some stranger!"


    Isabella Weaver suddenly felt nauseated. What kind of absurd idea was that from Gilly Scott? Is there really someone in this world willing to share their boyfriend with another woman?


    "Gilly Scott, if you¡¯re sick, go to the hospital. Don¡¯t disgust me. I don¡¯t want Milo Field anymore. You treat him like a treasure, but I don¡¯t!"


    "But Milo refuses to break up with you. He said he¡¯ll definitely marry you, or he won¡¯t become the Weaver Family¡¯s son-in-law, and his career will... Oh no, he said you are his true love!"

 Chapter 28: Father, Christopher Weaver

    Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Father, Christopher WeaverIsabella Weaver¡¯s face instantly turned ugly: "Stop beating around the bush, what¡¯s the deal with his job?"


    "I know nothing at all, it was just last time when I was with him in this car... while being intimate, he casually mentioned that the Weaver Family had good resources." Gilly Scott wiped away her tears, her expression becoming shy and sweet: "You don¡¯t know, when he gets carried away being with me, he easily shares what¡¯s on his mind."


    Isabella felt a bit dizzy, she struggled to turn her head to glance at the peeling Nissan car she had once sat in, and suddenly retched.


    It turned out that car had long become their love nest!


    Seeing Isabella¡¯s painful retching, Gilly¡¯s eyes sparkled with delight, yet she pretended to pat Isabella¡¯s back: "Isabella, what¡¯s wrong with you? Feeling unwell?"


    "Get lost!"


    Isabella shoved her away forcefully, turned around, and went into the bathroom, then vomited hard in the restroom.


    After a long while, the nausea lingered, yet there was nothing left to vomit.


    Just then, her phone rang, Isabella glanced at it, and after a moment, picked up with a pale face.


    "Isabella, Dad wants you to come back once."


    "What¡¯s the matter?"


    "I don¡¯t know, anyway, Dad is very angry, reflect on what you¡¯ve done! Even in college, you manage to cause trouble, guess your genes aren¡¯t that great!"


    Isabella was already used to being put down like this, she wasn¡¯t angered, and spoke calmly: "Does Christopher know you always criticize his genes? He has bad genes and you have good ones? Ella Weaver, that can only mean you¡¯re not his own."


    After she finished speaking, without giving the other side a chance to retort, she hung up the phone.


    Even though she didn¡¯t want to go back, since Christopher spoke, she had to, otherwise a cruel punishment awaited.


    After showering and drying her hair, Isabella drove towards the most luxurious villa district in A City.


    The domestic renowned Watch King Christopher Weaver was her father, but that luxurious and comfortable villa had never been her home. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella didn¡¯t drive into the villa but stopped a street away, then carrying her half-new-half-old backpack, walked over step by step.


    The villa¡¯s gate used facial recognition; even drivers and servants of the Weaver Family could be recognized and enter freely.


    But as his daughter, she couldn¡¯t.


    She pressed the doorbell, waited outside for a long time, and only then did the gate slowly open.


    She bypassed the fountain, the garden, and into the magnificent living room, before Isabella could speak, she was met with a resounding slap.


    Her head was knocked aside, her cheek instantly swollen, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, yet she didn¡¯t utter a sound.


    She slowly turned her face back, looking up indifferently at her violent father Christopher Weaver.


    "Did I send you to college to embarrass me?!"


    Christopher Weaver¡¯s voice resonated so much that the tall glasses in the living room buzzed, "Didn¡¯t I say you¡¯re not allowed to date? Didn¡¯t I say you¡¯re not allowed to work any job? Do you take my words in one ear and out the other?"


    "It¡¯s one thing to ruin your own reputation, but you want to drag me down too? I¡¯m hearing rumors at the company about you being kept!"


    "My daughter being kept? That¡¯s a huge joke! Are you deliberately trying to make me unable to hold my head high in front of everyone?"


    Isabella gritted her teeth, stood there straight, and took the furious scolding from Christopher Weaver without a trace of expression on her face.

 Chapter 29 Milo Field’s Exploitation

    Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Milo Field¡¯s ExploitationChristopher Weaver was scolding her, and suddenly grabbed her wrist, his fury increasing tenfold: "Where¡¯s the watch?! Where¡¯s your watch?"


    Isabella Weaver said nothing, but a playful voice suddenly echoed from the second floor: "Dad, I heard she sold the watch, exchanged it for money, and bought her boyfriend a Land Rover! Sister is really too silly!"


    "What? You sold the watch that the family spent countless hours customizing for you? Do you even consider me a father at all? So capable, even keeping a pretty boy around!"


    Christopher Weaver was infuriated beyond reason, and punched Isabella Weaver hard in the chest, making her stagger backward several steps.


    The intense pain spread from her heart throughout her body, causing her face to become exceptionally pale.


    "Are you done hitting me? If you¡¯re done, I¡¯m leaving."


    "Stop right there!" Christopher Weaver shouted at her: "Who is Milo Field? Is he that pretty boy you¡¯re keeping around?"


    Isabella Weaver thought of what Gilly Scott had previously said about Milo Field¡¯s job, and her heart sank to the bottom.


    "This guy is going around claiming to be my son-in-law to make connections; others even believe him, opened the door for him to enter the TV station, and gave him a million-dollar annual salary! The head of the TV station even wanted me to reciprocate by buying him a billion-dollar ad. Do they think I, Christopher Weaver, run a charity?"


    The predictions in her heart finally came true, and Isabella Weaver felt somewhat short of breath.


    She was so stupid, with countless beauties at school pursuing Milo Field, but he specifically pursued her. After a brief doubt, she thought she had met her true love.


    Everything was planned long ago, and she was just a pawn, a stepping stone.


    After a long while, she managed to control her emotions and said coldly: "I don¡¯t know any Milo Field, and I strictly follow your orders to say I don¡¯t know you to everyone outside. How he uses your resources has nothing to do with me!"


    "Don¡¯t know him?" Christopher Weaver was skeptical. He turned to his eldest daughter, "Ella, you tell me!"


    Ella Weaver came down from the second floor with a face full of sympathy: "Dad, Isabella was deceived by her boyfriend, heartbroken, so she said she didn¡¯t know him. You shouldn¡¯t scold her, she¡¯s already pitiful enough!"


    "Hmph, brainless fool! Just like your mother, shameless!"


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s face suddenly changed; she hadn¡¯t resisted the beating or scolding, but upon hearing this, she felt her blood ignite!


    "My mother is shameless? You¡¯re no gentleman yourself! She couldn¡¯t have given birth to me alone; whether you forced her back then is still unknown!" S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "What are you saying?"


    Christopher Weaver roared and was about to hit her, but Ella Weaver quickly held him back: "Dad, don¡¯t be angry, I believe you!"


    Isabella Weaver coldly said: "I said, the industry-renowned Watch King is actually a criminal who forces women!"


    Christopher Weaver¡¯s face turned livid; he picked up a nearby goblet and hurled it at Isabella Weaver¡¯s face.


    Isabella Weaver narrowly dodged it, disregarding Christopher Weaver¡¯s angry shouts, turned around, and left this home filled with painful memories.


    After leaving the villa, her entire fa?ade gradually came down, the cold wind hitting her with a piercing chill, making even a few hundred meters seem such a long, distant journey.


    The sky had unknowingly become gloomy, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck, shattering the firmament and tearing Isabella Weaver¡¯s heart.


    Raindrops and tears fell together, mixing, and disappearing into the soil.

 Chapter 30 Mr. Hunter’s Embrace

    Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Mr. Hunter¡¯s EmbraceConnor was driving out of a villa when he suddenly exclaimed, "Young Master, isn¡¯t that Miss Weaver? Oh right, it seems Christopher Weaver lives here!"


    Harry Hunter saw the slender figure walking alone in the rain and immediately said, "Stop the car!"


    "Yes!"


    Connor responded, but before the car had come to a complete stop, Harry Hunter had already opened the door and stepped out.


    The rain above her suddenly vanished as a big black umbrella was held over her head. Isabella Weaver looked up and saw Harry Hunter¡¯s handsome face.


    "Walking in the rain without seeking shelter?"


    Harry Hunter¡¯s tone was not very pleasant. Isabella Weaver was silent for a moment, bypassed him, and continued walking towards her car.


    Harry Hunter grabbed her back, "You¡¯re young, but quite temperamental. Won¡¯t you even speak to me?"


    He held the umbrella entirely over Isabella Weaver¡¯s head, while his own shoulder got quite wet.


    Isabella Weaver looked at his expensive suit soaking in the rain, and the endless pain in her heart eased a little; this man brought her a bit of warmth again.


    She spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you."


    Harry Hunter¡¯s expression changed; he tucked her long hair behind her ear, revealing her swollen red face, and coldly asked, "Who hit you?"


    Isabella Weaver avoided his hand, lowered her head again, "It¡¯s nothing."


    "Does this look like nothing?" Harry Hunter felt a pang in his heart for some unknown reason. She had apparently just come out from the Weaver Family; at home, who would hit her? Could it be someone like him?


    "Was it Christopher Weaver?"


    Isabella Weaver remained silent, and Harry Hunter knew he had guessed correctly.


    He himself had also been beaten by his father countless times; he knew well how calm and indifferent one¡¯s appearance could be, while feeling so sad and hurt inside.


    He stepped forward and held Isabella Weaver tightly in his embrace, "Don¡¯t go back home anymore, Isabella, come with me!"


    Isabella Weaver leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth emanating from him, and cried silently.


    She had been supporting herself alone for so, so long!


    She didn¡¯t know why it was so difficult for her to live!


    She was already strong and independent enough, but the storm was getting increasingly crazy, and she also needed to rest, needed a little encouragement!


    Harry Hunter watched her cry, his cold hard heart ached again, not knowing what she had gone through. At such a young age, she was so enduring, she wouldn¡¯t even cry out loud like other girls, not even a word of complaint or venting.


    It was unknown how much time passed before Isabella Weaver emerged from Harry Hunter¡¯s embrace.


    Her emotions had already returned to calmness, only her eyes remained swollen.


    She politely thanked Harry Hunter, "Mr. Hunter, thank you for today, and sorry for dirtying your clothes. My car is parked nearby, I¡¯ll take my leave."


    An unexplained sense of powerlessness came over Harry Hunter, he felt every time he just got a bit closer to her, she would swiftly retreat, always maintaining a distant space from him.


    Could it be true, as Connor said, that he didn¡¯t know how to console people?


    Harry Hunter couldn¡¯t help but soften his tone and asked her, "In such heavy rain, where are you going?"


    There was a hint of confusion in Isabella Weaver¡¯s eyes; she hadn¡¯t decided where to go.


    "Are you going back to school?"


    Isabella Weaver shook her head; the school was chaotic, going back meant facing ridicule.


    "Back to the club?"


    Isabella Weaver shook her head again; the club was a workplace, not somewhere she could go at will.


    "So where will you go?"


    The confusion in Isabella Weaver¡¯s eyes vanished without a trace; it turned out, she had nowhere to go!


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 Chapter 31: Just Live with Me

    Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Just Live with MeHarry Hunter grabbed her hand and said softly, "Come with me. I live nearby. You can at least have a cup of hot water to warm up."


    Isabella Weaver wanted to refuse, but Harry Hunter didn¡¯t give her the chance: "Where¡¯s your car?"


    He quickly found her Land Rover, put her in the passenger seat first, then sat in the driver¡¯s seat himself, and drove her to his villa.


    Connor was driving Harry Hunter¡¯s car, following behind with a cheerful smile. Originally, he thought the young master wouldn¡¯t be good at wooing girls, but it seems the progress is quite fast. He¡¯s already brought her home! A once-in-a-millennium event!


    Isabella Weaver only realized after entering Harry Hunter¡¯s home that his villa was separated from the Weaver Family villa by nothing more than an artificial lake.


    She quietly thought to herself, it turns out she¡¯s been his neighbor for many years, yet they¡¯ve never known each other.


    Harry Hunter handed her a towel: "Wipe your face and hair." S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella Weaver took it: "Thank you."


    Harry Hunter gave her a cup of hot water, and she again said, "Thank you."


    "Do you have to be so polite with me?"


    Isabella Weaver raised her head, her eyes full of: What else?


    Harry Hunter shook his head slightly. He always thought he was cold enough, but now he finally met a match. This girl seems easygoing, but she has her heart sealed tightly.


    Isabella Weaver wiped her hair and noticed her cheek was still swollen, so she couldn¡¯t help but ask, "Mr. Hunter, do you have any ice here?"


    Harry Hunter glanced at her face: "Does it hurt?"


    Isabella Weaver nodded, then shook her head: "I want it to swell down quickly, otherwise it won¡¯t be good for work tonight."


    Harry Hunter sighed lightly. She was like this, yet her mind was still on working.


    He took some ice from the refrigerator, sat beside Isabella Weaver, gently lifted her chin, and applied ice to her face.


    Isabella Weaver felt a bit uncomfortable: "I can do it myself."


    "Let me."


    Harry Hunter¡¯s tone carried an undeniable assertiveness. His voice sounded incredibly firm, but his actions were somewhat gentle.


    Seeing him serious, Isabella Weaver finally showed a faint smile. She suddenly felt that her face didn¡¯t seem to hurt as much; was it because of the ice¡¯s effect?


    Feeling better, she proactively chatted with Harry Hunter to ease the inexplicable intimate atmosphere between them.


    "Mr. Hunter, when did you start living here? I¡¯ve lived here for almost twenty years, but I¡¯ve never seen you?"


    Harry Hunter looked up. Does that mean she¡¯s only nineteen?


    Seeing her mature and independent appearance, he thought she was in her twenties.


    "I¡¯ve also lived here for a long time."


    As for why they had never met before, it was probably because he never wandered around the villa¡¯s exterior. Even if he occasionally drove by and saw her, he wouldn¡¯t care or remember.


    Even today, it was only because Connor saw her and pointed her out that he got out of the car.


    Living so close and yet never knowing each other, it¡¯s indeed a special kind of miracle.


    "Do you live here alone?"


    "Yeah."


    "How nice."


    In Isabella Weaver¡¯s eyes, there was a hint of envy. He¡¯s really impressive, able to break free from family control and comfortably live on his own.


    Harry Hunter watched her eyes and knew what she was thinking inside.


    "If you like, you can come and live here too."


    Isabella Weaver laughed lightly and shook her head: "That won¡¯t do."


    Harry Hunter looked at her smile and felt his mood lighten too. He asked softly, "Are you afraid of me?"


    "No."


    She had been a little afraid before, but now didn¡¯t feel that way anymore. In fact, Isabella Weaver somewhat preferred his icy cold personality¡ªshe was afraid of supposedly gentle men.


    "Then come and live here, Isabella. I¡¯ll marry you."

 Chapter 32: Fired

    Chapter 32: Chapter 32: FiredIsabella Weaver took a breath, her heart pounding again violently.


    He¡¯s here again!


    And this time, she could clearly feel that he wasn¡¯t joking.


    If yesterday it was to anger Cherry Lewis, then what about today?


    Isabella Weaver didn¡¯t know what to say; she stood up and tactfully said, "I¡¯m still studying, Mr. Hunter, I¡¯m going back to school. Thank you for having me."


    "I¡¯ll see you off."


    Harry Hunter knew she was refusing, and there was a slight disappointment in his heart, but his face still showed no expression.


    "No need."


    Isabella Weaver slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave.


    Harry Hunter just stood at the door, watching her figure slowly disappear, motionless for a long time.


    Connor suspected that if the Young Master kept watching, he¡¯d turn into a statue, and couldn¡¯t help saying, "Young Master, she¡¯s gone, don¡¯t stand here in the cold wind."


    Harry Hunter gave a faint "hmm," but still didn¡¯t move.


    "Um... Young Master, girls need to be coaxed. You¡¯re always so cold and silent, keeping everything inside and saying nothing. Girls won¡¯t like that."


    "Hmm?"


    Harry Hunter finally moved: "Then what should I do?"


    Connor flashed a big smile, "You should be like me, always with a cheerful smile, talking a lot and being interesting. It makes you seem warm and sunny! And you should compliment them more, not always point out ¡¯the difference between a person and a pig¡¯.


    "So do you have a girlfriend?"


    Connor¡¯s smile instantly collapsed, "No."


    Harry Hunter gave him a cold look, so what was the point of saying anything!


    Connor clutched his chest, feeling a bit hurt. Wasn¡¯t he just teaching him how to coax girls, how did it suddenly turn into a stab!?


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    Isn¡¯t the fact that he doesn¡¯t have a girlfriend entirely because of the Young Master? As long as he¡¯s standing next to the Young Master, anyone with eyes would fall for the Young Master, who would even notice him!


    ...


    Isabella Weaver didn¡¯t go back to school; she drove aimlessly in the rain and finally stopped by a deserted seaside.


    Fortunately, she still had a car; it gave her a lot of security.


    Maybe she should buy a place of her own, so she¡¯d have somewhere to go.


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s gaze gradually became firm; she needed to take on more work, draw more paintings, earn more money!


    As night fell, she drove to the club. As soon as she entered the workspace, Cora Ginger hurried over, "Isabella, I heard you were fired! The manager said the order came directly from the boss. What did you do to provoke the boss into taking action?"


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s face gradually turned pale.


    Did Christopher Weaver take action again?


    Won¡¯t he even give her a tiny chance?


    If he despised her so much, why not just strangle her at birth?


    The intercom suddenly crackled with the manager¡¯s voice, "Has Isabella Weaver arrived?"


    Isabella Weaver suppressed her surging emotions and answered calmly, "Manager, I¡¯m here."


    "Go to the finance office to settle your pay for the past two days, you don¡¯t need to come to work anymore!"


    "Okay."


    Her response was so simple and straightforward that it left the manager a bit surprised¡ªshe thought Isabella Weaver would ask why, had even prepared various explanations, but ended up not needing them at all.


    Isabella Weaver neatly folded her work uniform, handed it over to Cora Ginger for a simple handover, and softly said, "I¡¯m leaving, Cora. Work hard, and I wish your dreams come true."


    Cora Ginger was devastated, "What¡¯s going on here, just yesterday everything was fine, wasn¡¯t it? There was even such a handsome man proposing to you, gave you all those roses, why is it that today you¡¯ve lost your job? Is it because of him?"

 Chapter 33: Isabella’s Revenge

    Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Isabella¡¯s RevengeIsabella shook her head: "It wasn¡¯t him, he was just helping to act yesterday, it wasn¡¯t real."


    Cora burst into tears: "Isabella, I don¡¯t want you to leave! We¡¯ve just started getting along, I don¡¯t want to change partners!"


    Isabella forced a smile and wiped away her tears: "It¡¯s okay, we will still be friends. In the future, don¡¯t be so reckless, think more before you act."


    Cora cried even harder.


    But she was just a small waitress, unable to change the outcome, and could only watch helplessly as Isabella packed up and left.


    Isabella left the club and drove back to school.


    Though angry, she was not desperate, after all, Christopher wasn¡¯t doing this for the first time.


    Throughout her four years of college, every time she worked part-time, he would ruin it because he thought it would be embarrassing if people knew his daughter had to work to support herself.


    But he wouldn¡¯t give Isabella a single penny; in all these years, he only gave her that watch.


    In reality, even the watch was something Ella didn¡¯t want.


    At the time, she was ten, and Ella was twelve. It was the eldest daughter¡¯s birthday in her zodiac year, and Christopher had a luxurious diamond watch specially designed for her as a birthday gift.


    But Ella disliked the old-fashioned style and threw it away, refusing to have it, so Christopher gave it to Isabella.


    And now when mentioning it, Christopher insists it was specifically designed for Isabella, as if he really cares about his daughter.


    Isabella walked along the school path, involuntarily touching her empty wrist.


    Although it was the watch Ella didn¡¯t want, it was the most expensive and beautiful thing she had ever owned. She protected it carefully and hadn¡¯t parted with it for nine years.


    Now it¡¯s gone, and she feels very uncomfortable.


    She sighed lightly, shook off the gloom in her heart, straightened her back, and returned to the dormitory.


    As soon as she entered, she was blocked by her three roommates.


    "Isabella, are you crazy? Why did you email the school to report us?! We were questioned and investigated all afternoon!"


    "You¡¯re going to prevent us from graduating, you¡¯re too cruel!"


    Isabella was in a bad mood, and her tone carried a sharpness not usual: "What, you three dare to do but not admit? Cheating on exams, plagiarizing papers, spreading rumors everywhere, bad conduct, I reported you to purify the school atmosphere."


    "This is revenge! Everyone in the school knows about you being kept, it¡¯s a fact, we didn¡¯t spread any rumors! Even if someone is spreading rumors, you should go to your good friend Gilly Scott, why report us via email?"


    "Don¡¯t worry, someone will deal with her, you three are lucky, I¡¯m dealing with you personally."


    Isabella stood there coldly, her words not aggressive, her voice not loud, but Molly and the others felt nervous. S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    They used to bully Isabella too, but ended up being dealt with harshly by her, so generally they didn¡¯t dare to act rashly.


    Lately, Isabella seemed easier to talk to, and they forgot the past pains, spreading rumors, only to be quickly retaliated by her!


    Molly, who considered herself to have a fairly good relationship with Isabella, was the first to yield: "Isabella, don¡¯t make things too final, withdraw the report against us, you know the consequences are severe, we¡¯ll apologize to you, we are all in the same dorm and will continue to see each other every day!"

 Chapter 34 Young Master Hunter Gets Angry

    Chapter 34: Chapter 34 Young Master Hunter Gets AngryWithdraw?


    What a joke!


    The three of them went around saying she was kept by an old man, causing her to appear on the school¡¯s gossip forum headlines, and even got her slapped by Christopher Weaver. And they still want her to withdraw?


    Isabella Weaver¡¯s lips curled up slightly, speaking calmly and coldly, "We¡¯re all good roommates from the same dorm. How can I be the only one in the headlines? I believe that by tomorrow, your three names will be as famous as mine! Oh, no, you¡¯ll be even more famous, given the school¡¯s public reprimand is more official than mine!"


    Molly Cox and the other two¡¯s faces changed drastically; they didn¡¯t expect Isabella Weaver to be so tough, leaving no room for discussion!


    Seeing the three finally show fear, Isabella Weaver leisurely opened her laptop and started browsing various job sites, preparing to find a new part-time job.


    She was fearless; others had weaknesses and concerns.


    She did not.


    Because she had nothing left to lose.


    ...


    At eight o¡¯clock in the evening, Harry Hunter arrived at the Royalton Club on time.


    Though he had been a frequent visitor to the Royalton before, coming once or twice a month was good enough; coming day after day like this had never happened.


    His group of friends knew he was coming, so they booked Suite 17 early, and all arrived before him, with none missing.


    Opportunities to curry favor with Young Master Hunter were rare, and no one wanted to miss this one.


    Even the guy who spoke for Cherry Lewis last night was here, not mentioning her at all, just drinking and livening up the atmosphere.


    Harry Hunter drank the "Eternal Poison" that Isabella Weaver was addicted to, checked his watch, timing when Isabella Weaver would come to deliver the fruit platter.


    A few minutes later, the heavy door of the suite opened, and two pretty young girls walked in.


    One was Cora Ginger, whom he had met before, but the other was unfamiliar to him.


    No Isabella Weaver!


    Harry Hunter slightly frowned, about to ask Cora Ginger a question, when she rushed over directly, her eyes red like a rabbit¡¯s, and her voice tinged with a sob: "Was it you who got Isabella fired? Everything was fine before you came, and as soon as you arrived, she was dismissed! She¡¯s the hardest worker of all!"


    "Dismissed?"


    Harry Hunter suddenly stood up, "Who dismissed her?"


    "The club owner gave the order personally, without any reason not allowing her to work here anymore."


    Cora Ginger didn¡¯t know if this had anything to do with Harry Hunter, but he was the most powerful person she could find, and the one most likely to help Isabella Weaver.


    She blamed it all on Harry Hunter without thinking twice.


    He had just proposed in front of everyone yesterday, announcing Isabella Weaver as his fianc¨¦e; now that his fianc¨¦e was wronged, surely he wouldn¡¯t do nothing, right?


    Harry Hunter¡¯s sharply defined face turned icy cold. He spoke indifferently, "Connor, call Jeremy Duff to see me within three minutes! A second late and the Royalton will close down tomorrow!"


    "Yes, Young Master!"


    Cora Ginger stood there dumbfounded, whom did he just command to summon?


    Jeremy Duff?


    Isn¡¯t that the owner of our Royalton Club? The "Duff" in Royalton is taken from his name!


    Jeremy Duff appeared in Suite 17 within two minutes, wearing pajamas and his hair in disarray, obviously having just gotten out of bed.


    "Young Master Hunter! Your grand arrival, why didn¡¯t you give your little brother a heads up, I..."


    "Where is Isabella Weaver?" S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry Hunter coldly interrupted his flattery, with eyes as sharp as a knife.

 Chapter 35 Domineering Man

    Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Domineering ManJeremy Duff was momentarily stunned, countless thoughts churning in his mind. Who exactly is this Isabella Weaver that so many people are concerned about!


    But Harry Hunter¡¯s concern was clearly different from that of others. He seemed to care deeply about Isabella Weaver!


    Jeremy Duff felt like he was in trouble!


    He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the rolls of fat on his stomach trembling: "Young Master Hunter, Isabella Weaver...was dismissed by me..."


    "Slap!"


    Jeremy Duff was slapped across the face, but it wasn¡¯t Harry Hunter who did it¡ª it was Connor.


    Connor had followed Harry Hunter for many years and could accurately judge when Harry Hunter wanted to hit someone. Naturally, what he needed to do was strike on behalf of his young master, so as not to dirty the young master¡¯s hands.


    Harry Hunter¡¯s gaze was unwavering, still cold: "Who told you to dismiss her?"


    "Christopher Weaver!"


    "And who else?"


    "And your fianc¨¦e Cherry Lewis."


    "Slap!" Another slap landed, this time even Connor¡¯s face lost its smile as he reminded Jeremy Duff: "President Duff, our young master¡¯s fianc¨¦e is Isabella Weaver, how could you mix that up?"


    Jeremy Duff was so shocked that he forgot about the pain on his face, hastily saying, "I didn¡¯t know, I really didn¡¯t know, Young Master Hunter, your engagement with Miss Lewis was known throughout the city, I thought after she returned to the country, the two of you would soon be married. When did Isabella Weaver become your..."


    He dared not continue, because he noticed Harry Hunter¡¯s expression growing colder, the pressure from him ever more intense.


    Harry Hunter¡¯s anger was nearly uncontrollable now; it had been a long time since he had been this furious.


    When Cora Ginger blamed him for matters, he had thought she was unreasonable, but it turned out she wasn¡¯t! It was really because of him!


    Very well!


    He had been dormant for too long; everyone had forgotten his name, forgotten his methods!


    Even Cherry Lewis dared to challenge him!


    His so-called friends all around were continually testing his boundaries too!


    Did everyone think it was impossible for Isabella Weaver to marry him?


    Well, he would marry her just to show them!


    The angrier Harry Hunter was inside, the calmer his face became; even his voice seemed peaceful: "Why did Christopher Weaver want you to dismiss Isabella Weaver?"


    Jeremy Duff wasn¡¯t used to Harry Hunter¡¯s calmness and responded nervously, "His personal secretary called me, saying Isabella Weaver was taking advantage of her Weaver surname to do things detrimental to the Weaver Family, that she was practically non-existent, and told me to just fire her."


    A flash of cold sharpness crossed Harry Hunter¡¯s dark eyes. Was this how Christopher Weaver treated his own daughter? Hitting her wasn¡¯t enough; he had to cut off her road!


    No wonder the first time he asked her about Christopher Weaver, she claimed not to know him!


    "Jeremy Duff."


    "Young Master Hunter, your orders!"


    "You will personally go and bring Isabella Weaver back. I want to see her tonight."


    "Yes, yes, yes!"


    "Also, I don¡¯t want her to continue working as a server."


    "No problem, I¡¯ll make her a manager!"


    "Manager level is too low, make her the owner, and you can be her assistant!"


    Jeremy Duff looked up in shock, but faced with Harry Hunter¡¯s cold stare, he didn¡¯t dare say anything, only lowered his head respectfully, "Yes."


    Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he left the private room and headed straight to Isabella Weaver¡¯s school with his secretary.


    Cora Ginger stood in the corner, nearly dumbfounded by the scene she had just witnessed.


    The formidable and esteemed owner of their club, before Harry Hunter, was humble and fearful, didn¡¯t even dare utter a sound after being slapped!


    Moreover, he was about to give up the position of the club¡¯s head to Isabella Weaver?! S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Having spent such a long time at the club, from attire, bearing, to conversation, Cora Ginger had discerned Harry Hunter was one of the more powerful young masters, yet she never imagined he was formidable to such an extent!

 Chapter 36: Life Is Full of Twists

    Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Life Is Full of TwistsIsabella Weaver was in the dormitory looking for a part-time job on her laptop when a woman in a professional suit suddenly pushed the door open and entered.


    Molly Cox and the others were taken aback: "Who are you?"


    Only Isabella looked surprised as she called out, "Secretary Wilson, why are you here?"


    This beautiful, knowledgeable woman with a high degree was the spokesperson for their club¡¯s boss. Everyone at the club knew her, including Isabella, though they had never spoken before¡ªshe was too low in rank, just a small part-time server, worlds apart from the boss¡¯s close confidante.


    The usually proud Secretary Wilson was now gentle and humble: "Miss Weaver, I¡¯m here to take you back to the club. President Duff is right outside your dorm building. The dorm security is strict, so he couldn¡¯t come in and had to send me."


    Isabella blinked, thinking she heard wrong.


    Did this Secretary Wilson really know what she was saying?


    President Duff was waiting for her downstairs?


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    Secretary Wilson, being perceptive, found this situation surreal, just like a dream. She knew Isabella wouldn¡¯t believe it and smiled, "Just take a look out the window and you¡¯ll see."


    Isabella, half doubting, walked to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, a white Lincoln was parked downstairs, and standing next to it was a chubby man¡ªwho else could it be but Jeremy Duff?!


    But Isabella¡¯s doubts not only persisted but intensified.


    "Wasn¡¯t I fired? You guys, in the middle of the night..."


    Isabella wanted to ask if they¡¯d gone crazy. A few hours ago, the boss had personally ordered her dismissal, and now they were here to pick her up. It didn¡¯t make any sense!


    Secretary Wilson maintained her smile, but internally she was anxious and frustrated. Why was Miss Weaver so different from others? If the boss himself came, wouldn¡¯t people usually be surprised and happily follow?


    Yet she appeared so calm and indifferent, without a trace of surprise or inclination to leave with her!


    "It¡¯s all a misunderstanding, Miss Weaver. You can return to work now. President Duff is ready to personally apologize to you. Let¡¯s go!"


    The boss of the Royalton Club personally coming to fetch her and apologize¡ªit was so respectful and strange.


    Even a fool would realize there was something wrong here.


    Could it be that Christopher Weaver or Ella Weaver was up to something again?


    "It¡¯s too late, I¡¯m not going. I won¡¯t be working at Royalton anymore either. Thank you, you can leave!"


    Secretary Wilson became anxious upon hearing this. How could this girl not follow the usual course at all?


    She had to invoke Harry Hunter¡¯s name: "Miss Weaver, please, you must come with me. Young Master Hunter was furious when he heard about your dismissal. If you don¡¯t go, we¡¯re all in big trouble!"


    Harry Hunter?


    Isabella sighed in relief. So it was him.


    But wasn¡¯t this a bit exaggerated?


    "Alright, let¡¯s go."


    She slung her bag on her back and followed Secretary Wilson downstairs. Secretary Wilson sighed in relief, realizing she could have just mentioned Harry Hunter earlier instead of rambling so much.


    Jeremy Duff hurriedly approached as they exited the apartment, immediately apologizing profusely.


    Isabella responded politely, but her sense of oddity grew stronger.


    Even if Harry Hunter interceded for her, would it really make the Royalton¡¯s boss lower himself so much?


    With a heavy heart, she got into the car with them and headed toward the club.


    And as soon as she left, the dorm room erupted in chatter.


    "Who was that? Coming so late at night just to pick up Isabella? That car must be expensive, right?"


    "That was a Lincoln, over a million dollars! Must be someone rich!"


    "I told you Isabella was being kept by someone, and she still refuses to admit it. Now we have solid proof. Did you record a video?"

 Chapter 37 Becoming the Boss

    Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Becoming the BossInside Room Seventeen, the atmosphere was oppressive.


    As long as Harry Hunter remained silent, no one dared to eat, drink, or make merry. Everyone quietly waited for the girl who could influence his mood to arrive.


    The moment Isabella Weaver pushed the door open and entered, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.


    This girl finally came, and if she hadn¡¯t, they might have been crushed under the powerful aura of Harry Hunter.


    Harry Hunter sat on the sofa and, upon seeing Isabella Weaver, patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit down.


    Isabella Weaver felt the atmosphere in the private room was odd today, but she had no time to investigate further. She sat on the sofa, maintaining a slight distance from Harry, and asked softly, "What¡¯s going on?"


    "Why didn¡¯t you tell me you were upset?" S§×ar?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella was taken aback. Had their relationship become so close that she could easily confide in him about her grievances?


    Moreover, her character was to bear everything herself, she wasn¡¯t fond of troubling others.


    "It¡¯s fine, I lost this job, but I can find another one. There are plenty of similar jobs out there."


    "No need to look, I¡¯ve already found one for you."


    Isabella was somewhat surprised at how thorough and efficient he was!


    "Jeremy Duff, come here!"


    Jeremy Duff was already trying his best to reduce his presence, but unfortunately, Harry Hunter refused to let him off.


    He reluctantly stepped to Harry Hunter¡¯s side. "Young Master."


    "Isabella, from today on, Jeremy Duff will be your assistant."


    "What?"


    Isabella was so shocked she almost fell off the sofa!


    "The Royalton will be under your management from now on. If you¡¯re not satisfied with Jeremy as your assistant, you can fire him anytime, just like he fired you today."


    Jeremy¡¯s face went purple, yet he didn¡¯t dare utter a word of rebuttal.


    Isabella was stunned. She finally understood why Jeremy was so respectful and courteous to her and why everyone had been staring at her without doing anything. The root of it all was Harry here.


    But why could he decide the ownership of the Royalton?


    Isabella had this question in her heart but knew this wasn¡¯t the right time to ask. She looked at Harry, her tone filled with gratitude, "Mr. Hunter, thank you for taking such good care of me, but I can¡¯t accept this huge favor from you. Besides, I¡¯m just a student and not capable of managing such a big club."


    "If you don¡¯t know, you can learn. Isn¡¯t Jeremy your assistant? If he can¡¯t teach you, then find someone else!"


    Harry¡¯s voice was indifferent and domineering: "The club is yours, if you don¡¯t want it, then let it close down. I told you before, I never take back what I¡¯ve given away."


    Isabella felt helpless. He suddenly became so domineering that she wasn¡¯t sure how to handle it.


    And Jeremy, the boss, seemed extremely afraid of Harry, hurriedly guiding her to the office, giving her a detailed introduction to Royalton Club¡¯s situation.


    At nine in the evening, Isabella sat in the ultra-luxurious office that once belonged to Jeremy, surrounded by a group of people reporting their positions and names to her.


    But Isabella didn¡¯t take in a single word.


    Her mind was filled with Harry¡¯s image, pondering his unparalleled aura, his noble demeanor, and his disregard for everything around him. She finally realized he might not be an ordinary wealthy young master.


    She had leaped from a small server who was ordered around to a grand boss surrounded by people, all with just one word from him.


    His influence was beyond imagination.


    This night was far from peaceful, whether for the Royalton or for Isabella¡¯s heart.

 Chapter 38 Fiancé?

    Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Fianc¨¦?It wasn¡¯t until the morning shift was over that Isabella Weaver saw Harry Hunter again in the office.


    He had transformed Royalton overnight, yet his face bore no expression. As always, he remained indifferent, his handsome and perfect features exuding a rugged and noble aura, leaving Isabella slightly entranced as she looked at him. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She hadn¡¯t noticed before how exceptionally handsome he was. Even a simple white shirt looked extraordinary and stylish on him.


    His legs were straight and long, the black suit pants perfectly showcasing his leg shape, his physique comparable to a top male model.


    Aside from being overly cold and indifferent, it seemed there were no flaws to be found in him.


    Harry Hunter noticed Isabella staring at him without blinking and asked flatly, "Only one night and you don¡¯t recognize me?"


    "No."


    "Then why are you staring at me blankly?"


    "Because..."


    "Because you¡¯ve finally realized your fianc¨¦ is a perfect man, right?"


    His tone was so matter-of-fact, as if he were stating a truth, that Isabella immediately broke into laughter: "Mr. Hunter, aren¡¯t you a bit too narcissistic?"


    Harry nodded, "So, now you acknowledge I¡¯m your fianc¨¦."


    "I didn¡¯t!"


    Isabella hurriedly denied it. What was going on? She hadn¡¯t noticed the trap in his words!


    Harry stepped forward to take her hand, "Let¡¯s go!"


    Isabella tried to withdraw her hand but didn¡¯t succeed. Harry held it particularly tight this time, making her feel uneasy and flustered, "Where are you taking me?"


    "To get married."


    ???


    "Why is it always about marriage? We¡¯ve only known each other for a few days, Mr. Hunter, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s too abrupt?"


    "I don¡¯t think so."


    "I don¡¯t want to get married, okay!"


    "But you clearly agreed."


    "That was just for playacting with you, wasn¡¯t it to refuse your fianc¨¦e?"


    "I¡¯m not acting. I¡¯ve already given you the ring. I have just one mom, and my mom only left one ring. Whoever I give the ring to is my daughter-in-law."


    Harry spoke pitiably, making Isabella both amused and exasperated. Everyone has just one mom, right?


    What do you mean whoever gets the ring is the daughter-in-law?


    Is he even being reasonable?


    "Don¡¯t accuse me. I¡¯ve already returned the ring to you!"


    "No, it¡¯s still in your pocket. If you don¡¯t believe me, check."


    "What?!"


    Isabella hurriedly checked her pocket and pulled out a familiar diamond ring!


    She practically had no words to say!


    "When did you put it in my pocket? I don¡¯t want it!"


    She shoved the ring back into Harry¡¯s hand, but one of her hands remained firmly held by him, making it impossible to pull back!


    "I told you, once I give something, I¡¯ll never take it back. If you don¡¯t want it, just throw it away."


    With that, Harry casually tossed the ring.


    Isabella was stunned!


    He really threw it?!


    He had just mentioned having only one mom and how precious this ring was, yet he tossed it just like that?


    Isabella felt like she was going crazy. Was this man sent by God to drive her insane? What was she supposed to do, bang her head against the wall?


    "Let go. I¡¯m not marrying you, and I won¡¯t be the club owner. I¡¯m going back to school; I¡¯m very tired."


    Harry could see the fatigue on her face and the shadows under her eyes, so he let go of her hand, speaking indifferently yet confidently, "Okay, I¡¯ll find you in a few days to get married."


    Again?!


    She couldn¡¯t help but ask, "Are you in a hurry to get married?"


    "Yes."


    "Why? You don¡¯t look that old."

 Chapter 39 Introducing a Woman to Young Master Hunter

    Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Introducing a Woman to Young Master Hunter"The family is pressuring me hard to get married. If I don¡¯t get married soon, I might not get a dime of the family assets, all of it would be snatched away by others."


    "Are you in it for the money?"


    Isabella Weaver finally breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself that she wasn¡¯t stunning enough for someone to insist on marrying her at first sight.


    She earnestly suggested to him, "Mr. Hunter, if you really need someone to marry, I could recommend someone. My colleague Cora Ginger is a great person and really eager to get married. You could ask her."


    "No, too ugly."


    How is Cora Ginger ugly? Her almond-shaped eyes curve charmingly, and her lips always wear a smile. She looks so fresh and appealing!


    "Irene from the club¡¯s PR is a great beauty, gentle in personality, with many talents, and most importantly, she can really hold her liquor. You¡¯ll have someone to drink with in the future!"


    "No, too old."


    How is Irene old? She¡¯s only twenty-four, the perfect age when a woman sheds her youthful greenness and steps into maturity, full of charm!


    "Emily Chapman, our school¡¯s beauty, is the same age as me, nineteen, as beautiful as a fairy. It¡¯s rumored she has a big crush on rich young boys like you. I can help you get her number!"


    "No, too tacky."


    Isabella was speechless. This didn¡¯t work either? That young master is hard to please!


    Harry Hunter turned indifferently and, before leaving, didn¡¯t forget to remind Isabella Weaver, "There are lots of benefits to marrying me. Give it some more thought."


    Isabella watched his tall figure disappear and couldn¡¯t help massaging her aching temples.


    She had never thought about marriage. She hadn¡¯t even graduated yet!


    "Oh right, the ring!"


    She suddenly called out in a low voice, hurriedly searching every corner of the office, eventually finding the ring in a corner.


    But at this moment, the door opened again, and the man who had clearly left appeared once more in Isabella Weaver¡¯s sight.


    Harry Hunter seemed to be in a good mood, "Looks like you really do like this ring."


    Isabella was caught red-handed and didn¡¯t know how to explain for a moment, but by the time she figured out what was happening, Harry had already turned and walked away.


    Isabella was so angry she almost spat blood!


    Oh, Harry Hunter dared to deliberately throw the ring to test her!


    What¡¯s more infuriating is, she couldn¡¯t just throw the ring away and had to keep it safe for him.


    Because it was clear Harry didn¡¯t really not care about this ring, or he wouldn¡¯t have kept it close to him all the time.


    She originally thought he had prepared the ring for the proposal, only to later understand he hadn¡¯t prepared it just for the proposal, rather the ring held special significance to him, he always carried it with him.


    Isabella carefully kept the ring, packed her bag, and went down to the service staff¡¯s workroom to find Cora Ginger.


    The moment Cora Ginger saw her, she lunged forward to hug her, "Isabella, Isabella! You¡¯re back! That¡¯s great!"


    Though small and delicate, she had quite a bit of strength, nearly knocking Isabella off balance, who had to step back to avoid falling. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Laughing, Isabella hugged her back, "Great about what? I¡¯m still a bit confused right now."


    "Oh, right, right, right!"


    Cora suddenly seemed to remember something, stepped back after releasing Isabella, bent over in a mock salute, and said theatrically, "Greetings, President Weaver, please take good care of your old partner!"


    Isabella was amused by her antics and gave her a light slap, "Stop fooling around, I¡¯m not any President Weaver. I¡¯m just here to handle things today, not coming back tomorrow."


    "Huh? Why?"


    Cora¡¯s eyes widened in shock, "Is Boss Duff not letting you take the position anymore? Let¡¯s go find Young Master Hunter!"

 Chapter 40: Sending Girlfriend to School

    Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Sending Girlfriend to School"No, no!"


    Isabella Weaver hurriedly grabbed Cora Ginger, who was about to leave: "It¡¯s just that I feel this doesn¡¯t belong to me, and I can¡¯t just accept such a huge favor from Mr. Hunter."


    "But he said you¡¯re his fianc¨¦e, you¡¯ll be family in the future!"


    "He was joking, I¡¯ve known him for only a few days, and you¡¯ve seen it yourself."


    Cora Ginger¡¯s mind was a bit dizzy: "But I don¡¯t think he was joking. You didn¡¯t see how scary his face looked when he found out you were fired. He told Boss Duff to get there within three minutes, and Boss Duff ran over in two minutes. His size... it was hard for him to run that fast."


    Isabella Weaver was momentarily stunned, but immediately shook her head. Harry Hunter had already clearly stated that he urgently needed to marry someone to contest for inheritance, and she just happened to cross his path at this time.


    "No matter what, I can¡¯t take this position as the boss. It¡¯s not legitimate nor justified. Please don¡¯t go to Mr. Hunter for this. I¡¯ll look for other part-time jobs and rely on myself for peace of mind."


    Cora Ginger sighed: "You really are too foolish. Others wish to have someone like Young Master Hunter backing them, yet you keep pushing him away. Do you know how many people at our club envy you? You should seize the opportunity. Marry him, and you¡¯ll never worry about food and clothing again, no more hard work and part-time jobs. He¡¯s handsome too, so what are you dissatisfied with?"


    Isabella Weaver smiled without explaining.


    She had a different personality from Cora Ginger; she had long been accustomed to relying solely on herself for everything.


    She said goodbye to Cora Ginger, left the club, and headed to the bus stop to wait for the bus.


    However, instead of the bus, a sleek and luxurious Maybach sports car arrived.


    The car¡¯s sleek lines and unique design stood out. With an attention-grabbing engine roar, the cool and noble dark champagne-colored sports car stopped in front of Isabella Weaver.


    Matching the car¡¯s elegance, Harry Hunter stepped out from the driver¡¯s seat, extending his hand toward Isabella Weaver: "Come, I¡¯ll take you."


    Isabella Weaver stared at him blankly, for an instant feeling like the female lead in a drama where the male lead abandons everything to take her to school.


    The countless gazes of others waiting at the bus stop were on her, yet she was oblivious and felt that Harry Hunter seemed particularly dazzling today.


    Could it be because the sun was too bright this morning?


    Seeing her unresponsive, Harry Hunter stepped forward and effortlessly picked her up, casually saying, "Isabella, you¡¯ve been staring at me in a daze twice today."


    Isabella Weaver exclaimed, and just as she was about to struggle, she was already placed in the front passenger seat.


    Then, Harry Hunter walked around to the other side, entered the driver¡¯s seat, and closed the car door.


    The outside noise was blocked out, leaving an intense silence, and Isabella Weaver could hear his breathing, causing her heart to skip inexplicably.


    Harry Hunter suddenly leaned in, slowly drawing closer to Isabella Weaver.


    "What... what do you want to do?"


    "Your seatbelt isn¡¯t fastened."


    "Oh." Isabella Weaver¡¯s tense nerves relaxed slightly.


    "What did you think I wanted to do?"


    "Nothing!"


    Isabella Weaver quickly denied, reaching to fasten her seatbelt, only to find Harry Hunter there too. His large hand happened to lay over hers.


    The warmth from his palm seeped through her skin, so hot that it burned Isabella¡¯s heart. S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She fastened the seatbelt, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and pushed away Harry Hunter, who was almost pressed against her.


    Harry Hunter didn¡¯t react particularly, and after settling down, he started the car and drove off into the distance.

 Chapter 41: Date

    Chapter 41: Chapter 41: DateThe atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, so Isabella Weaver had no choice but to speak to ease the tension: "Why are you driving today, where¡¯s Connor?"


    "Why, do you want a third wheel on our date?"


    Da... date?!


    Isabella Weaver wanted to rewind back a minute, she shouldn¡¯t have said anything, speaking only made it more ambiguous.


    Harry Hunter chuckled softly; the little girl was really thin-skinned, still essentially a child. She looked so mature and independent, yet she still had the shyness and tenderness typical of girls her age, making him feel inexplicably joyful just by her presence.


    It¡¯s just that he wasn¡¯t really good at chatting, and Isabella Weaver had a hard time finding topics to talk with him.


    They drove all the way to Wayne University, where Isabella Weaver studied, and Harry Hunter drove straight onto the campus.


    His car was too eye-catching, drawing countless students¡¯ gazes. When Harry Hunter got out of the car, the brilliance of his presence immediately overshadowed the car¡¯s glamour.


    Countless girls began to cover their mouths, whispering or screaming, their eyes sparkling.


    Harry Hunter seemed to be accustomed to such scenes; his face showed no expression as he walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door to let Isabella out.


    Isabella Weaver kind of wanted to sigh; she originally wanted to keep a low profile, but recently, there had been all kinds of rumors about her, so many that even she couldn¡¯t stand it, and she really didn¡¯t want to add another one.


    But Harry Hunter insisted on escorting her to the dormitory building; her protests were in vain, and she had no choice but to resign herself to it.


    As she got out of the car, countless phone cameras were pointed at her face, making it seem as if she were a celebrity. She had been through such scenes many times before and was mentally strong, yet scenes like this still made her feel a bit uneasy.


    "Oh, look, such a handsome man is already taken; what a pity! I wanted to get his number!"


    "Forget it, you¡¯re like eighteen blocks away from being his girlfriend. Look how pretty this girl is, so beautiful even without any makeup!"


    "She looks a bit familiar, right, isn¡¯t she that Isabella Weaver who¡¯s been so hot on the gossip forum lately?"


    "Isabella Weaver? The one who was with an older guy in a Range Rover, and last night got picked up by a chubby guy in a Lincoln?"


    "Yes, that¡¯s her! There¡¯s a picture of her on the forum, no one knows who uploaded her ugly photo, but she¡¯s unbelievably pretty in person!"


    ...


    The surrounding discussions had grown so loud that Isabella Weaver couldn¡¯t help but hear them.


    She smiled bitterly; her reputation was getting worse and worse. Jeremy Duff came to pick her up last night and by early this morning, the news had already spread everywhere. In this era of the internet, information travels as fast as lightning; her several good roommates must have contributed quite a bit.


    She was about to leave with her bag when Harry Hunter suddenly pulled her back and pinned her against the car. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Before she could react, a kiss with a hint of cold fragrance landed on her forehead.


    The touch of his warm lips, like electricity, left Isabella Weaver instantaneously rooted to her spot.


    All the discussions around them suddenly retreated, leaving only his soft breath in her ears and his handsome face before her eyes, as if the whole world only had him, dazzlingly unique.


    Harry Hunter¡¯s kiss was a brief touch, without a hint of emotion, as if it were just routine, yet his voice betrayed a sliver of his emotion: "Isabella, you don¡¯t have to care about what anyone else says; I believe in you."

 Chapter 42 Completely Famous

    Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Completely FamousIsabella Weaver withdrew from the boundless ambiguity, looking at Harry Hunter in shock. He was actually concerned about her, comforting her!


    How long had it been since someone cared for her like that?


    Too long!


    When she was with Milo Field, Milo cared a lot about face and reputation. He had a particularly perfect image himself, and he demanded that Isabella have a perfect image too. Every time someone attacked her, what Milo gave her was never comfort but blame.


    So much so that she always doubted herself, always had to put on various facades according to Milo¡¯s demands, living very tiredly every day.


    And now, someone was telling her that she needn¡¯t care about what others said, that he believed in her!


    It turned out that the feeling of having someone¡¯s support was so good, giving her confidence and courage about the future out of nowhere!


    She smiled at Harry Hunter, "Mr. Hunter, thank you!"


    Harry Hunter nodded lightly, let her go, watched her pass through the crowd and enter the dormitory, and then left.


    When Isabella returned to the dormitory, Molly Cox and the others were all there, looking at her with obvious shock.


    "Isabella, you¡¯re really something underneath!"


    Isabella usually spoke very little and didn¡¯t compete for anything, so quietly that she was easily overlooked, yet it turned out she was quite adept at seducing men!


    Last night, she was picked up by a Lincoln and brought back by a Maybach, both belonging to rich people!


    The key point is, the man who sent her back today was stunningly handsome!


    Compared to this man, even the school heartthrob Milo Field seemed a little lacking.


    The charm exuding from a mature and successful man had a deadly attraction to young girls.


    "Isabella, who was the person who sent you back?"


    Isabella was exhausted and sleepy, not wanting to deal with her roommates whose gossiping desires were burning intensely, or they¡¯d concoct another big drama and make her headline the school gossip forum again.


    She removed her outer clothes and lay on the bed; in a daze, she could still hear her roommates discussing her.


    "Molly, where on earth does she work part-time, getting to know so many rich people?"


    "I heard it¡¯s at Royalton Club, where only rich people go."


    "Royalton Club? Why haven¡¯t I heard of it? Is it really that impressive?"


    "All you do is study and focus on your books day and night without knowing what¡¯s happening outside. You¡¯re practically a bookworm; it¡¯s no wonder you haven¡¯t heard of Royalton! It¡¯s the most famous, luxurious club in A City, country bumpkin!"


    "Then... can we work part-time there?" S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Us? Forget it. Even though I can¡¯t stand Isabella¡¯s pretentious nature, her face is really perfect, requiring no makeup and her skin is so good. The entrance standard at Royalton is to be pretty; with faces like ours, can we really make it?"


    ...


    Isabella slept until noon, and as she carried a washbasin to the communal bathroom, she again found herself surrounded by curious stares.


    Some people even deliberately ran to the bathroom to see her, and some even took close-up photos and videos!


    They nearly shoved their phones in her face, their mouths spewing words like "sugar daddy." Isabella couldn¡¯t take it anymore and finally snapped, splashing them with a basin of cold water.


    The phones were fine¡ªthey were waterproof, so no big deal.


    But those taking her pictures weren¡¯t so lucky; they were all drenched.


    "Isabella, you went too far!"


    "Just because you¡¯re pretty doesn¡¯t mean you can do whatever you want! So uncouth, throwing cold water on us!"


    "You owe me a new outfit! And my phone!"

 Chapter 43 Dislike

    Chapter 43: Chapter 43 DislikeIsabella Weaver¡¯s expression was cold and clear as she splashed another basin of water over: "If you don¡¯t want to keep taking cold showers, delete my photos and videos right now, then shut up and get out."


    Her voice wasn¡¯t loud, but combined with her exceptional and ethereal beauty, even when she cursed, it surprisingly didn¡¯t seem the least bit mundane.


    The few people taking pictures, looking at the basin in her hands and fearing another splash, had no choice but to grit their teeth and leave. Before leaving, they even threatened her: "Hmph, Isabella Weaver, just you wait. We¡¯re going to post on the forum and let everyone see your true vicious face!"


    Isabella didn¡¯t pay any attention to such threats. Anyway, with her already in debt, a few more posts smearing her wouldn¡¯t make a difference.


    For a moment, she was the only one left in the restroom. Finally, with no one disturbing her, she could wash up in peace.


    When she finished washing up, returned to the dormitory, opened her computer, and clicked on the school forum webpage, she saw her name at the top of the trending list again. S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Clicking on the link with her name, it was filled with all kinds of gossip and dirt about her.


    The latest one was unmistakably the video of her splashing water.


    The likes and comments quickly surged to ten thousand.


    Of course, none of the comments were good; all of them were scolding her.


    The female students in university were overflowing with energy, doing nothing every day but loving gossip, and even during class, they never missed a chance to comment and scold someone.


    "What a vicious girl; it was just a picture, and she retaliated like this!"


    "In such cold weather, getting splashed with cold water could cause a cold. They¡¯re so pitiful, and Isabella Weaver is so excessive. Just go die already!"


    "Such a vicious woman doesn¡¯t deserve to stay at our university, Isabella Weaver, get out of Wayne University!"


    "Yeah, get out of Wayne University!"


    ...


    Isabella casually flipped through a few pages, and they were mostly asking her to get out of Wayne University. She shook her head, closed the webpage, and clicked on another piece of gossip about herself.


    Compared to the water-splashing news, this gossip was much more explosive.


    The title was: Isabella Weaver One Night with Two Men, Is it Human Nature¡¯s Distortion or Moral Degeneration!


    The content was about her history of being kept, with pictures and words, telling how she went from being kept by an old man to being kept by a chubby one, and then by a rich, handsome guy, featuring Jeremy Duff and Harry Hunter.


    The photo of Jeremy wasn¡¯t clear because it was taken at night, so his face couldn¡¯t be seen, only his chubby body and the white Lincoln, which is how he got the nickname Chubby White.


    As for Harry...


    Isabella looked at the handsome face on the computer screen, somewhat lost in thought.


    The one who posted this gossip article was undoubtedly a girl, who must have been extremely fond of Harry, as she attached over a dozen pictures of him from different angles.


    The photos were candid shots and hadn¡¯t been beautified, yet Harry¡¯s tall posture and chiseled features were flawless under the lens, comparable to any popular male celebrity!


    Isabella let out a sigh; so, he had already reached this level of perfection.


    The very end of this gossip article was a photo of Harry kissing her.


    The article¡¯s author reluctantly described: Isabella Weaver¡¯s mysterious boyfriend bid her farewell with a kiss, merely brushing foreheads, not like the usual kiss between couples, suggesting he didn¡¯t like her, and it was more likely a one-night stand.


    Isabella thought of that kiss and instinctively touched her forehead.


    Even the author could tell Harry didn¡¯t like her, and the thought that had been hanging over her finally settled, and she felt much more at ease.


    It wasn¡¯t that she was belittling herself; it was just that after being inexplicably pursued by Milo Field, she had developed significant doubts about any sudden attention from the opposite sex.

 Chapter 44: The Male God is Here Again

    Chapter 44 - 44: The Male God is Here AgainIsabella Weaver was taken aback by the comments when she finished reading the article.


    She thought the comments would surely be another round of insults, but unexpectedly there were countless people supporting her!


    "Isabella Weaver is so amazing, where did she find such a top-notch guy, there''s no one in our school who can outclass him in terms of aura!"


    "It''s not just the aura, his face is so handsome, I''m totally smitten! Isabella Weaver, don''t keep him to yourself, hurry up and give us my idol''s phone number!"


    "Has Isabella Weaver slept with him or not? If she hasn''t, that''s such a loss! So handsome, so handsome!"


    "I declare, from today on, Isabella Weaver is my idol! What a glorious comeback, from an old geezer to a young, rich, and handsome idol, her upgrade path is unbeatable! Please write a book!"


    ...


    Isabella shook her head slightly in exasperation as she read the various outlandish comments, wondering if they would explode if they knew she once dated campus heartthrob Milo Field?


    Finally, she understood why Harry Hunter decided to give her a kiss in front of everyone today.


    The kiss was initiated by him, and many people recorded it, it was on the forums too. Although the author of the article deliberately downplayed this fact, others still believed Harry took a liking to her, hence thinking she was impressive.


    If the kiss had been initiated by her, the comments would definitely have been of a different tone.


    Hugging her computer, Isabella felt a bit touched. He appeared cold, yet his attention to detail was remarkable, considering even this for her.


    Having read enough gossip, she packed her bag and left the dormitory building.


    Someone spotted her and immediately shouted, "Look, it''s Isabella Weaver!"


    Countless eyes fixated on her, and a barrage of phones started capturing her image once more, causing Isabella to feel a bit of a headache. When would this kind of life ever end!


    No wonder celebrities wrap themselves up tightly when they go out, trying not to be recognized. Seems like she needs to buy some gear now too.


    Fortunately, the water-splashing video appeared to have made her seem less approachable, so people maintained a safe distance rather than coming directly up to photograph her.


    Isabella originally intended to eat at the school cafeteria, but the people following her were simply too many, so she had to give up on that idea.


    As strong as her mental fortitude might be, she couldn''t act as if nobody was around with a bunch of cameras on her while she ate.


    Just as she decided to drive her car out of the school to eat, a Maybach stopped right in front of her.


    The car door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, coming to her side, his voice calm: "Hungry? Come on, I''ll take you to eat."


    Isabella was stunned for a good half a minute. How come he''s here again?


    He''s become especially famous at their school, does he even know? How dare he come here?


    Countless phones were pointed at them, snapping away continuously, with a few even wielding professional cameras, the scene comparable to that of a celebrity.


    "Wow, the idol''s here again! So handsome, how on earth is his skin so good!"


    "He actually came to take Isabella Weaver out for a meal, doesn''t look like the sponsor-relationship as said on the forums!" S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Why hasn''t Isabella Weaver agreed to him yet, what''s there to hesitate about? Isabella Weaver, are you going or not? If you''re not, I''ll go!"


    The surroundings were noisy, with some bold girls even asking Harry Hunter for his phone number.


    Harry looked as if he hadn''t heard any of it, standing in front of Isabella, eyes deep and full of patience, waiting for her response.

 Chapter 45: Refusal in Public

    Chapter 45 - 45: Refusal in PublicIsabella Weaver heard every single sound around her, and before she could think of how to reject him without losing face for either of them, someone in the crowd called out her name.


    "Isabella!"


    She turned her head to see Milo Field walking out from the crowd with a grim expression.


    "Isabella, come with me, alright? You want something to eat? I''ll take you."


    The signature warm smile on Milo Field''s face had disappeared, replaced with a hint of anxiety and impatience in his eyes. But with so many phones recording around them, he couldn''t let any emotion slip.


    The large group of girls around didn''t notice his tension at all. As soon as they saw him, they started screaming:


    "It''s God Field!"


    "Oh my God, why is God Field being so good to Isabella Weaver too?" Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "God Field has never invited a girl to eat alone before, what kind of magic does Isabella Weaver have?!"


    ...


    Isabella Weaver used to see Milo Field as a god, even willing to sell her beloved watch and work to pay off the car loan just to gift him a nice car. But now, whenever she saw him, she''d remember that car make-out scene in the club parking lot and wanted to stay as far away from him as possible!


    She took a step back and coldly rejected Milo Field: "I''m not going. You should leave!"


    "Ah!!! Oh my God, did you hear that? Isabella Weaver rejected God Field!"


    "I must''ve heard wrong. Someone pinch me, am I dreaming?"


    "But I think Isabella Weaver''s current boyfriend is even more handsome and charismatic than God Field. If I were her, I''d reject him too and choose the guy with the luxury car!"


    Milo Field''s face turned even more unpleasant upon hearing these comments.


    He couldn''t help but approach Isabella Weaver, lowering his voice: "Isabella, stop it, come with me. I have something very important to tell you."


    Isabella Weaver''s eyes showed indifference; so he wasn''t really inviting her for lunch!


    His so-called "important thing" must be something about his job, right?


    Christopher Weaver even messed up his own biological daughter''s job, there''s no way he''d spare Milo Field!


    Milo''s job at the TV station must be gone too, and given Christopher Weaver''s methods, Milo will probably find it hard to get another job.


    Suddenly, Isabella Weaver felt a bit of relief!


    Finally, Christopher Weaver did something to make her happy!


    A smile appeared on her cold face: "Sorry, my boyfriend is waiting for me, I don''t have time now."


    Milo Field couldn''t help but frown, and this time he didn''t keep his voice down, speaking so everyone could hear: "Isabella, you''ve only known him for less than a week. He''s not your boyfriend. People from outside campus can be quite dangerous. You''re a girl, you should be more careful, and not run around recklessly."


    "If I''m not her boyfriend, are you?"


    Harry Hunter''s cold voice suddenly rang out as he pulled Isabella Weaver''s hand and brought her to his side, his presence carrying an inexplicable pressure.


    Milo Field hesitated, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces, but he still had to maintain his image, speaking softly: "I''m not, but I''m her good friend. I genuinely care about my friends, Isabella knows that."


    Isabella Weaver timely broke his facade: "I don''t know that. We''re not friends. Isn''t Gilly Scott your friend? She''s over there waiting for you. Don''t make her wait too long."


    She pointed in a certain direction, and everyone followed the direction of her finger to see Gilly Scott in a bright peach-colored outfit.

 Chapter 46 You Have to Take Responsibility for Me

    Chapter 46 - 46 You Have to Take Responsibility for MeGilly Scott didn''t expect to be called out directly by Isabella Weaver. She was momentarily flustered, but quickly bit the bullet and stepped forward to hold Milo Field''s arm.


    Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if she missed it, there''d be no way to announce her relationship with Milo Field!


    "Milo, Isabella isn''t a child anymore; just let her go. Let''s go enjoy our meal, don''t worry about her anymore!"


    Isabella Weaver heard her words and slightly raised the corners of her lips.


    She knew it; Gilly Scott was so eager to climb up the social ladder, she wouldn''t let this opportunity slip!


    Milo Field''s face changed dramatically. He immediately withdrew his arm, and if it weren''t for so many people watching, he would have flown into a rage.


    He couldn''t believe Gilly Scott would be so bold, deliberately flirting with him in front of so many people!


    However, he reacted quickly, patting Gilly Scott''s shoulder like a good buddy, showing a smile devoid of warmth: "Forget it, you and Isabella are best friends; take some time and persuade her. The three of us are good friends; we should help each other."


    But even so, the surrounding girls all changed the way they looked at Gilly Scott, gazing at her as if she were a rival in love.


    After all, Isabella Weaver specifically explained that she had nothing to do with Milo Field, but here she was, voluntarily clinging to Milo Field?!


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    Compared to Harry Hunter, of course the campus heartthrob Milo Field was more relatable to their daily lives, so everyone immediately focused their attention on Gilly Scott.


    Isabella Weaver took the opportunity to get into Harry Hunter''s car, leaving school with him.


    Isabella Weaver once again borrowed the title of "boyfriend" from Harry Hunter. She spoke with gratitude and apologetically: "Mr. Hunter, thank you for helping me get away today. However, next time it''s better not to drive to school; there might be some rumors unfavorable to you."


    "Hmm."


    Harry Hunter replied indifferently, not taking any rumors to heart. He asked her, "What do you want to eat?"


    "I''ll skip the meal with you; just pull over at the side, I''ll get off."


    Isabella Weaver felt they weren''t close enough for that. Harry Hunter wanted to find someone to marry; she didn''t want to be that person.


    "We''re on a date today, and you''re not having dinner with me? Who was it just now that said I''m her boyfriend?"


    "Just now was an emergency, I..."


    "So you''re done using me and want to ditch me?"


    Harry Hunter suddenly stopped the car, leaned closer to her: "Isabella Weaver, do you think I look like someone easy to use?"


    The coldness in his dark eyes was overwhelming, and the powerful sense of oppression made Isabella Weaver unconsciously want to submit.


    This man is truly formidable!


    "No, I didn''t mean to use you..."


    "Then what is it? Do you really want to marry me? Let''s get the marriage certificate!"


    Harry Hunter said as he was about to drive off, scaring Isabella Weaver so much that she hurriedly grabbed his arm: "No!"


    What''s wrong with this person? How is he fixated on getting married and nothing else!


    Does his family know he''s obsessed with marriage for inheritance?


    "It''s neither this nor that, what is it then? Anyway, you said I''m your boyfriend in front of so many people, it will be hard for me to find someone to marry later, you need to take responsibility."


    Harry Hunter looked at the slender, fair hand tightly grasping his arm, and the coldness in his eyes finally faded, his tone taking on a teasing interest.


    Isabella Weaver let go, feeling helpless.


    She didn''t believe Harry Hunter couldn''t find someone to marry, but today it seemed she really couldn''t escape.

 Chapter 47 Adding Fuel

    Chapter 47 - 47 Adding Fuel"Alright, let''s go have lunch together. I''ll treat you to seafood noodles to thank you for your help today."


    Harry Hunter''s lips finally curved slightly upward, "Okay, address."


    Isabella Weaver gave him an address, and he stepped on the accelerator and sped off.


    He drove very fast, overtaking countless cars along the way, yet drove steadily, allowing Isabella to experience the thrill of speed while still feeling at ease.


    She felt inexplicably certain that Harry Hunter would never let anything happen to her.


    The restaurant was a bit far, and Isabella was idle all the way. After enjoying the scenery for a while, she began to watch Harry Hunter.


    He wore a well-tailored navy blue suit, paired with a black shirt, giving him a uniquely mature aura.


    His skin was very fair, his short hair tidy yet casually styled, never meticulously groomed, yet still handsome.


    His side profile was perfect, with a full forehead, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a jawline with smooth contours. Even his eyelashes were remarkably long and attractive.


    Isabella couldn''t help but marvel in her heart at how biased the creator must be to sculpt him so perfectly!


    No wonder he only had to appear once at the school to become the god in the heart of every girl, with his photos scattered all over the forum. Even someone as determined as she was couldn''t dare to look too much!


    Thinking of the forum, Isabella took out her phone and logged onto the school''s website.


    The forum was in an uproar again, only this time, alongside Isabella, Gilly Scott became a subject of gossip.


    Moreover, most people''s attention was focused on Gilly Scott, digging up all sorts of dirt on her, putting up various pictures of her, and she was being scolded terribly.


    Milo Field''s name also appeared frequently on the forum, attracting a lot of attention.


    Isabella''s face broke into a slight smile. Finally, her name was not the headline of gossip anymore. These two had wronged her, so now it was time for them to repay her by sharing some of the heat!


    "What are you looking at?"


    Harry Hunter''s deep voice suddenly sounded in the car, and Isabella turned her head, blinking as she said, "I''m looking at the school''s gossip."


    "So happy about gossip?" His eyes were smiling yet curved, she didn''t even smile like that when looking at him!


    "Because with those two''s incident, the whole school will soon know! Tell me, should I add fuel to the fire?"


    Isabella''s tone was somewhat cheerful; it had been a long time since she was this happy.


    She once thought that what happened to her was something she could never tell anyone, but she just realized, isn''t there someone right in front of her?


    Harry Hunter knew exactly what happened that day, he even left a million-dollar Land Rover parked in the lot for it.


    He was also the only one who knew the truth.


    Since Harry had known Isabella, he had never seen her laugh so genuinely. She was always so aloof, with a sense of distance and defensiveness in her eyes, mature and sensible beyond belief. Only at this moment, as she smiled brightly, a mischievous glint in her clear eyes, could one truly feel she was just a nineteen-year-old girl.


    He withdrew his deep gaze, speaking nonchalantly, "Go ahead, if it''s not enough, I can add a little too."


    "No need, my addition will be enough!"


    Receiving support from the person who knew the inside story, Isabella felt even better and anonymously started a new post, uploading a photo. Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    In the picture, the handsome man and beautiful woman were tightly embracing, looking incredibly

 Chapter 48: Daughter-in-law

    Chapter 48 - 48: Daughter-in-lawIn just a few minutes, the post received countless replies.


    At the same time, Isabella Weaver received a call from Milo Field. His most frequently used number had already been blocked by Isabella, so now he was calling from a less commonly used one.


    In a good mood, Isabella answered, "Campus Heartthrob Field, what''s up?"


    "Isabella Weaver, did you upload the photos? Delete them right now!"


    "It wasn''t me."


    "If it wasn''t you, then who? When did you secretly take photos of Gilly and me? Do you know what kind of impact these photos will have on me? Delete them!"


    Isabella let out a cold laugh. Of course, she knew. If they had no impact, she wouldn''t have posted them!


    "Milo Field, this is just a small warning. If you dare use me again, the next exposure won''t be just photos."


    "When did I ever use you?"


    "Your job, it''s gone now, right?"


    Milo''s voice immediately changed its tone, "It was you?! You ruined my job?"


    "Of course it wasn''t me. I don''t have the power to influence a TV station''s decisions. It was Christopher Weaver. Gilly Scott only told you I''m Christopher Weaver''s daughter, but she didn''t tell you that I have a poor relationship with my family, did she? Milo Field, you miscalculated. You won''t get any benefit from me!"


    After saying this, Isabella didn''t give Milo a chance to question her further and hung up the phone, then blocked the number.


    She turned to Harry Hunter and suddenly said, "I have a poor relationship with Christopher Weaver. He doesn''t see me as his daughter."


    Harry suddenly laughed, "Are you trying to tell me that you have no value? Do you suspect I want to marry you because you''re Christopher Weaver''s daughter?"


    Isabella was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.


    After all, when he first saw her, he immediately knew she was Christopher Weaver''s daughter.


    She really didn''t know what else besides being Christopher Weaver''s daughter could possibly attract Harry enough to be so determined to get married to her.


    "I''m not your ex-boyfriend; I won''t use you, don''t worry."


    Harry explained simply, not saying more, as he took Isabella to the restaurant she had chosen for noodles.


    The restaurant wasn''t big but very clean and tidy. There weren''t many people, and the two sat by the window, ordering identical seafood noodles.


    While waiting for their food, Harry''s phone kept ringing. He frowned, not wanting to answer, but Isabella thought he was reluctant to take the call because of her presence. Considerately, she said, "Go ahead, it''s okay, the noodles will take a while."


    "Really?"


    "Of course!"


    Harry immediately answered and put it on speaker: "What''s up?"


    "Didn''t you say you were bringing your girlfriend home? Where is she?!" S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "She''s here."


    Harry said, handing the phone to Isabella, "Dad wants to say a few words to you."


    Isabella was utterly dumbfounded!


    Who was "Dad" with him?


    She had actually just told him to take the call, and now she wanted to bite her tongue off!


    This misunderstanding was getting bigger and bigger. What if Harry''s dad really thought she was his girlfriend?


    Isabella hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest: "Hello Uncle, I''m Isabella Weaver, the one who talked to you last time. Actually, Mr. Hunter and I aren''t..."


    "Isabella Weaver!"


    Harry interrupted her, staring at her with a dangerous look, "We announced our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend at school just now. Your classmates probably recorded videos. No need to deny it, just be honest with my dad. He won''t mind that his daughter-in-law is a college student."

 Chapter 49: Heartache for Him

    Chapter 49 - 49: Heartache for HimHarry Hunter was talking while dipping his finger in water to write on the table: Return good for evil.


    He was saying that he helped her, yet she was about to expose him, causing him to lose all his inheritance.


    Isabella Weaver had no choice but to retract her previous statement and changed her tone while speaking to the person on the other end of the phone: "Uncle, I am Harry''s girlfriend, but I am still in school and may not have time to visit you!" sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Harry listened to her words, nodding in satisfaction. Not bad, her response was quite quick.


    When Leon Hunter spoke to Harry, his tone was stern and cold, but when he talked to Isabella, he was afraid of scaring her and said with a laugh, "Oh, you''re still a student. How old are you? What grade are you in?"


    Isabella looked at Harry, and when he nodded, she replied, "Nineteen, in the fourth year of university."


    "Well, that''s a bit young. Little Harry is already twenty-six, the age to get married. Can you marry him right away?"


    Isabella looked at Harry again, and seeing him nod once more, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes."


    "That''s good!"


    Leon Hunter immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Little Harry, take her to get the marriage certificate right away, and then come home for dinner this weekend with the certificate to see your grandpa!"


    Harry showed no surprise on his face and responded indifferently with a "Hmm," then hung up the phone.


    The father and son had no additional conversation; their brief dialogue had a very clear purpose: marriage.


    Isabella finally understood why Harry always mentioned getting the marriage license every three sentences. It turned out his father was even more persistent about it!


    He didn''t even ask if their relationship was good, nor whether Harry liked her, or even about her family background. It seemed as long as it was a woman who could marry him, everything would be fine!


    Isabella always thought her father was irresponsible enough, but she didn''t expect to encounter someone even more incredible. At least if she were to get married, Christopher Weaver would investigate thoroughly and wouldn''t allow her to marry casually, to avoid disgracing him.


    However, it seemed Harry was already used to it, showing no trace of emotion. Seeing the seafood noodles being served, he began eating.


    Isabella''s heart was moved. Perhaps his ruthless and indifferent nature was also caused by his family, just like hers.


    She suppressed her surging emotions and gave all the large prawns in her bowl to Harry, "You seem to really like shrimp. I haven''t touched mine; you eat them."


    Harry''s action of eating the noodles suddenly paused, and he remained unmoved for a long time.


    Many years ago, there was a cold and aloof woman who would also give him food. She rarely smiled, yet loved him deeply.


    Since her passing, no one had served him food again.


    In the Hunter Family, such pampering behavior was not allowed.


    Twenty years later, someone finally gave him food again, and it was his favorite shrimp.


    The young girl didn''t even eat it herself but gave it all to him, a grown man. Why would she think that someone like him lacked shrimp to eat?


    What shrimp hadn''t he eaten before?


    Yet being cared for in this way brought a tinge of warmth into his heart, stirring waves of emotions.


    Harry ate all the shrimp she gave him, and then he called over the waiter, "Bring a plate of shrimp, the best you have in the restaurant!"


    The waiter quickly brought over the shrimp, and Harry washed his hands and began peeling the shrimp.


    Shrimp after shrimp went into Isabella''s bowl, soon forming a layer, white and pink, looking very appetizing.

 Chapter 50: Tenfold Deal!

    Chapter 50 - 50: Tenfold Deal!Isabella Weaver stared at him in a daze. Did his reciprocation come this quickly?


    When she was picking shrimp for him, she didn''t actually expect him to give anything back, but now she felt very warm inside.


    He looked so good, even peeling shrimp carried with it an innate nobility. A wealthy Young Master peeling shrimp for her by hand¡ªIsabella had never dared to imagine this before. Actually, no one had ever peeled shrimp for her; this kind of privilege was a first.


    "Don''t just look at me; you won''t get full that way."


    Harry Hunter teased as he put a piece of shrimp in Isabella''s bowl and said lightly, "Eat more, you''re only nineteen and still growing."


    "Thank you."


    Isabella said softly and lowered her head to start eating the noodles.


    The seafood noodles at this place were already delicious and fragrant, and now with so many shrimps added, Isabella ate with satisfaction and happiness.


    Harry even paid the bill in advance, not allowing her to pay.


    Until they finished eating and left the restaurant, Harry said something that shattered Isabella''s happiness: "Let''s go to my house this weekend to meet the parents. We can''t delay any longer!"


    She finally came to her senses, almost accidentally sold out by Harry!


    She hurriedly said, "I have classes on the weekend and can''t go!"


    "I''ve already checked; you don''t have classes on the weekend. Not only that, but you don''t have classes today or tomorrow either."


    So thorough with the checking?


    Isabella became a bit wary, feeling that this man did things too meticulously, and worried she might fall into a trap he set. S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She changed the excuse: "I''m working a part-time job on the weekend!"


    "Royalton is already yours, what job do you need to work at?"


    "I don''t want Royalton, I''ve taken another part-time job!"


    "Then don''t go first, just come home with me and we can discuss it later."


    "No, I need to work to pay off the car loan!"


    "I''ll give you double, come with me."


    "No, people should keep their word; I''ve already promised others."


    "Triple!"


    "Still no, this isn''t about money, I..."


    "Ten times!"


    "This..."


    Isabella hesitated for only a second before nodding: "Deal!"


    It''s just going home with him, what''s the big deal? Hiring a girlfriend to go home is very popular, after all. While it''s not exactly a serious job, it''s still a high-paying gig. As long as she doesn''t actually marry Harry, it''s fine.


    Not making this much money would be really silly!


    She''s not someone particularly high and mighty.


    Just thinking about her relationship with Harry as a financial transaction gives Isabella a special peace of mind.


    What she fears most now is Harry telling her that he genuinely likes her.


    As long as it doesn''t involve emotions, everything''s negotiable.


    However, laughter flashed in Harry''s eyes as he opened the car door and said in a gentlemanly yet indifferent manner, "My girlfriend, get in the car!"


    "Where to? I have other things to do; maybe I shouldn''t go?"


    It''s not to get a marriage certificate, right?


    Isabella was already nervous and on edge because of him.


    Harry seemed to know what she was thinking, the laughter in his eyes growing stronger: "Not to get a certificate, just going to the mall to get you some outfits."


    Isabella glanced at her faded jeans, her worn-out sneakers, and the black coat she''d worn for four years, and then at Harry''s brand new, crisp suit, feeling deeply the financial gap between the two.


    Is he trying to make her look presentable for his family?


    Bringing a girlfriend home should be respectable; her shabby outfit would embarrass him.


    Isabella nodded and got in the car with him.

 Chapter 51: Shopaholic Harry Hunter

    Chapter 51 - 51: Shopaholic Harry HunterStar Region Mall is the top luxury shopping center in A City, specifically targeted at wealthy individuals. With lavish decorations and attentive service, it offers every possible luxury, attracting countless celebrities who come here for shopping sprees.


    Isabella Weaver had just walked in when she noticed a minor celebrity leisurely strolling through the mall with an assistant. It seemed that others were so accustomed to seeing celebrities that they glanced at this one and continued shopping.


    The minor celebrity seemed slightly disappointed as no one approached her for an autograph.


    Harry Hunter, seemingly unaware of the celebrity nearby, led Isabella Weaver from one store to another, emerging with several shopping bags in hand.


    Connor had somehow made his way to the mall, took the shopping bags from Harry Hunter, and cheerfully greeted, "Young Master," before saying hello to Isabella Weaver: "Miss Weaver, nice to see you again! Buy more, my Young Master has more money than he can spend."


    Isabella Weaver still felt slightly uneasy about his smile and didn''t agree with his words¡ªbecause Harry Hunter was shopping excessively!


    As soon as they entered a store, he didn''t even glance at the prices. After a quick scan, he asked the saleswoman to pack all of the displayed items for him.


    In just this short time, the clothes he bought were enough for her to wear for an entire year!


    "Connor, try persuading your Young Master to stop shopping; it''s already more than enough."


    Connor laughed, "Miss Weaver, you''re the first one trying to save money for my Young Master. You truly are suited for domestic life; our Young Master has a great eye!"


    Isabella Weaver was somewhat helpless. While he was good at complimenting people, she wasn''t looking for praise; she wanted him to persuade Harry Hunter.


    The way he''s shopping, is he planning to buy out the whole mall? Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She had just tried to persuade Harry Hunter, but he didn''t listen at all, and instead complained about buying too little.


    The three of them entered a shoe store, and after asking Isabella Weaver''s shoe size, Harry Hunter said, "I''ll take them all. Connor, go pay."


    Isabella Weaver was shocked and numb from his extravagance, whereas the shop assistants were stunned for a while, proving that even though they were surrounded by luxury goods daily, they had never seen anyone spend this much.


    Only Connor seemed completely accustomed, smiling as he swiped the card and then made a call to have someone transport the shoes and clothes back home.


    As they left the shoe store, Isabella Weaver refused to move forward: "Mr. Hunter, that''s enough, let''s go!"


    The clothes and shoes he just bought could have gotten her two Range Rovers!


    This level of extravagance was simply unheard of!


    Harry Hunter, seeing her slightly pained expression, couldn''t help but walk up to her, ruffling her hair: "Come on, let''s buy a bit more. You can exchange them as you wish."


    Isabella Weaver dodged his hand and gently shook her head: "It''s too much."


    Harry Hunter looked at her and smiled softly.


    Connor was right, Isabella Weaver indeed was the first to feel distressed over his spending. Others, whether men or women, thought his lavish spending was expected, and he himself had once thought the same.


    Being cared for in this way felt pretty good, so Harry Hunter made a concession: "Alright, no more shopping then."


    Just as the two were about to leave, they were approached by a familiar figure to Isabella Weaver¡ªit was Ella Weaver.


    "Isabella, so you''re rich now, huh? Not only driving a Range Rover but also shopping at Star Region!"


    Ella Weaver''s tone carried a hint of sarcasm, flanked by two friends dressed in designer outfits, wearing expressions of arrogance. The gaze of the trio completely ignored Isabella Weaver, focusing entirely on Harry Hunter.


    With their astute eyes, they immediately identified Harry Hunter''s background as undoubtedly either wealthy or noble.

 Chapter 52: I Am Her Fiancé

    Chapter 52 - 52: I Am Her Fianc¨¦Ella Weaver''s mind raced¡ªwasn''t there a rumor that Isabella Weaver was being kept by an old man?


    What''s going on with this top-tier perfect man in front of her?


    Could she be supported by this man?


    "Isabella, care to introduce him? Who is this?"


    Isabella Weaver''s expression was cold: "None of your business."


    "How could it not be my business? I am your sister, after all. If you''ve gotten a boyfriend, naturally you should tell me, then I can tell Dad."


    Her two friends were shocked:


    "Ella, you actually have a sister? How come you''ve never mentioned her?"


    "Why does she dress like that to come to Star Region? Those shoes must be from the street market, they look cheap. Clearly, you''re the one who''s cherished in the family, Ella!"


    Ella Weaver felt pleased upon hearing this and was tempted to reveal Isabella Weaver''s unsavory identity. However, she knew that if she did, Christopher Weaver would be furious, and even she couldn''t withstand such anger, so she suppressed it and said ambiguously: "My sister is still in school, and the family needs to protect her, so her identity hasn''t been made public. Don''t talk randomly about it."


    "Of course!"


    Those two friends were sharp, realizing the Weaver Family did not acknowledge Isabella Weaver, indicating her identity was probably problematic, likely something shameful. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    They weren''t actually interested in Isabella Weaver; their interest was in the man beside her.


    Handsome and upright, cold yet noble, dressed in a custom Armani suit, handmade shoes from Italy''s top brand Langdanze, wearing a new Patek Philippe diamond and platinum wristwatch¡ªall showcasing his wealth and status.


    Someone like Isabella Weaver, dressed like a poor student, how could she stand next to such an outstanding man?


    Among Ella Weaver''s two friends, there was one named Alice Gary. Seeing Ella''s evident interest in Harry Hunter, she slyly remarked: "Ella, though your sister''s style is a bit rustic, her boyfriend is pretty good, isn''t he? Look at you, you can''t even find a boyfriend. In this regard, you can''t compare to your sister!"


    Ella Weaver wasn''t foolish; she knew Alice was trying to stir trouble. Yet, Alice happened to hit the nail on the head. From childhood, Ella was always a hundred times better than Isabella in everything, and she absolutely wouldn''t allow Isabella to have such a good boyfriend!


    Her smile faded significantly: "Isabella, this isn''t your boyfriend, is it? Aren''t you involved with some old man?"


    Isabella knew Ella loved to compete fiercely. She suddenly laughed: "Ella Weaver, what are you talking about? My boyfriend has always been him¡ªwhere''s this old man coming from? You even slander your own sister; your conduct is quite poor. You two should also be careful; you might get slandered one day too."


    Alice Gary and the other girl froze for a moment but quickly regained their composure, evidently fearing Ella as well.


    "Impossible!"


    Ella Weaver ignored Isabella''s instigation; her mind was focused on Harry Hunter. Hearing Isabella admit he was her boyfriend was unbelievable!


    She turned to Harry Hunter and asked him: "Are you really Isabella''s boyfriend?"


    "No," Harry Hunter coldly uttered two words.


    Ella Weaver''s eyes burst with delight, ready to mock Isabella, but then heard him add, "I''m her fianc¨¦."


    Ella Weaver''s smile froze on her face.


    Harry Hunter ignored her and naturally held Isabella''s hand, casually saying: "Is this your sister?"


    Isabella nodded: "Yes."


    "Looks quite like a certain style of painting."


    "What?"


    "Abstract."

 Chapter 53 Can’t Buy Shoes

    Chapter 53 - 53 Can''t Buy ShoesIsabella Weaver couldn''t help but curl her lips; his verbal jabs were quite sharp. Ella Weaver hated being called ugly the most, and now she must be fuming.


    She took the initiative to hook her arm around Harry Hunter''s, her smile blooming, "We''re done shopping. Let''s go!"


    Even though she was obviously doing it to put on a show for her sister, Harry still felt his mood improve and walked away with her, smiling.


    Midway, as they passed a jewelry store, he wanted to go in, but Isabella held him tightly, refusing to let him.


    Helpless, he had to walk elsewhere with her.


    Ella Weaver''s face turned sullen as she watched their backs and small interactions. Countless thoughts raced through her mind: "Isabella Weaver, mark my words, you won''t be smug for long!"


    Thinking of a particular plan, Ella finally suppressed her anger, put on a new smiling face, and said to Alice Gary and the others, "Let''s go; we still need to buy shoes!"


    Alice Gary and the others, chirping away, followed her, belittling Isabella to cheer her up. In a few minutes, they managed to make her happy again.


    The three of them entered a shoe store but found that the usually attentive salesgirls didn''t pay them any mind, as they were busy packing shoes.


    Alice Gary, quite dissatisfied, spoke up for Ella Weaver, "What''s going on? Didn''t you see we came to buy shoes? Hurry up and make introductions; we want the latest pearl shoes!"


    A salesgirl approached with a professional smile on her face, "I''m sorry, but all the shoes in our store were just bought, and there are no pearl shoes left."


    "What?"


    Suddenly, Ella Weaver thought of Isabella''s boyfriend, "Was it those two who just left who bought them?"


    "Yes."


    Ella Weaver was utterly incredulous!


    That man bought all the shoes for Isabella?!


    Is he spoiling her that much?


    Isabella Weaver''s luck is unbelievably good!


    Ella Weaver could no longer describe how she felt; she is the legitimate daughter of Christopher Weaver, so why didn''t she have a man to buy all the shoes for her? She still had to buy them herself!


    It took her a while to suppress the bitterness in her heart and said lightly, "She can''t possibly wear all sizes alone. My size isn''t the same as hers; give me a pair in size 37!"


    Before the salesgirl could speak, Connor spoke up coldly and indifferently, "I said all the shoes in the store have been bought. Are you deaf? Our Young Master dotes on the Young Madam and doesn''t allow anyone else to wear the same style. The Young Madam''s name is Isabella, and she wears unique shoes too. You better leave quickly and not delay the packing."


    Ella Weaver had never been insulted like this before and was left speechless with rage.


    Her mood, which had barely improved, plummeted again, and her face looked even worse than before.


    It was still Alice Gary who said, "How dare you speak like that? Do you know who Miss Weaver is? The daughter of the Watch King! Can a servant like you insult her? Get a pair of pearl shoes immediately!" S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Connor continued smiling, showing no sign of anger, "Tell Christopher Weaver to come and plead in person, and maybe it will help a bit. But you girls, forget it. Just leave. If you make more of a fuss, I''ll be impolite. My biggest role as a watchdog is to bite for my master. You three with your tender skin, it won''t be a pretty sight if it''s all torn up."


    In A City, mentioning Christopher Weaver''s name usually earned some respect, and Ella Weaver often benefited from this.


    But the city is vast, and there''s always someone who doesn''t care, like right now.

 Chapter 54: Handsome Poisoned Wine

    Chapter 54 - 54: Handsome Poisoned WineElla Weaver isn''t a brainless person. She saw that Connor''s face indeed showed no trace of fear, realizing that he truly wasn''t afraid of her, not because he was unaware of Christopher Weaver''s reputation.


    She was so angry that she nearly ground her teeth to dust, yet she restrained her temper, turned around, and left.


    Alice and the others hurriedly followed her.


    "Ella, don''t you want the pearl shoes anymore? Their styles are the prettiest, the pearls are the finest, and weren''t you planning to wear them to the party?"


    "Not buying them today, maybe another day. I have something to do, I''m leaving first!"


    Ella, having lost face due to Connor, felt both embarrassed and annoyed; she had no mood to buy any pearl shoes.


    But she didn''t curse Connor, because it wouldn''t relieve her anger and would only lower her dignity!


    She, as the proud heiress of the Weaver Family, how could she argue with a dog, losing her status!


    The one she wants to take revenge on is Isabella Weaver!


    Hearing the term "Young Madam" from Connor''s mouth, she was filled with jealousy, desperately wanting to run home and complain to Christopher Weaver.


    Ella, with a sullen face, went to the parking lot, just in time to see Isabella Weaver and Harry Hunter getting into a car.


    Maybach!


    Isabella Weaver was actually sitting in a Maybach! S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She even saw, through the glass, Harry Hunter leaning over to thoughtfully fasten Isabella Weaver''s seatbelt!


    Ella dreamed of having a boyfriend like this, but such a handsome, wealthy, considerate, and domineering man actually belonged to Isabella Weaver!


    She felt her sanity collapsing, her jealousy burning more intensely, her hands trembling!


    She couldn''t wait another moment!


    Ella started her Mercedes sports car and drove straight to the Weaver Family villa.


    Isabella Weaver sat in Harry Hunter''s car, watching Ella''s car whizz past them, and couldn''t help but frown slightly.


    She''s probably going back home to see Christopher Weaver.


    She regretted impulsively saying Harry Hunter was her boyfriend. Things seemed to be getting out of control; the fake boyfriend was becoming real!


    She was like someone on the brink of dying of thirst, drinking a sip of poison to quench her thirst, only to get poisoned, needing to keep drinking to avoid succumbing to the poison.


    Yet Harry Hunter, this bottle of "poison," seemed unaware; he cheerfully fastened her seatbelt, adjusted the seatback angle to make her more comfortable, then took her for a ride along the seaside.


    The car played soothing light music, making Isabella Weaver''s mood relax as well.


    If it''s poison, so be it; at least for now, it doesn''t seem lethal.


    "Mr. Hunter, I have something to do, can you drop me off by the roadside?"


    "What business?"


    Isabella Weaver hesitated for a moment but didn''t hide it: "I make a living by painting. I had an appointment with a gallery owner to paint today."


    "Address, I''ll take you there."


    "No need."


    "Address," Harry Hunter calmly repeated, his tone carrying an undeniable authority. In such cold weather, does she expect to get out and walk or take the bus?


    Isabella Weaver reluctantly gave an address.


    On the road, she couldn''t help but ask, "Mr. Hunter, don''t you have any work to do lately?"


    Harry Hunter slightly raised an eyebrow, was this girl saying he was too free?


    "Why, are you very concerned about my work?"


    Isabella Weaver nonchalantly said, "Yeah, I''m afraid I''m taking up too much of your time, delaying your work."


    "Solving this problem is not hard."


    "Is that so?"


    "My most important job right now is to get married. Once you marry me, I won''t follow you around anymore."


    Isabella Weaver suddenly shut her mouth, pretending she didn''t ask anything!


    This man really couldn''t go three sentences without mentioning marriage!

 Chapter 55: Stunning Talent

    Chapter 55 - 55: Stunning TalentUpon arriving at the gallery, Isabella Weaver did not speak again; she found it impossible to communicate with him as he invariably steered the conversation towards marriage regardless of what she said.


    She was genuinely afraid of him.


    Harry Hunter also remained silent; he was naturally reticent.


    He actually found Isabella Weaver''s puffed-up demeanor quite adorable and hoped she would continue to be this cute.


    "I''ve arrived, Mr. Hunter, thank you for bringing me."


    Isabella expressed her gratitude and turned to enter the gallery, following the boss to the studio, oblivious that Harry Hunter also followed her inside.


    This gallery was large and fairly well-known, Harry Hunter had indeed visited twice before, but on his previous visits, he hadn''t paid much attention to Isabella Weaver''s paintings.


    He viewed them one by one, mostly glancing quickly, only stopping when he saw a particular landscape painting. Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The landscape painting seemed simple, yet capturing the soul in it was exceedingly difficult.


    There were quite a few similar landscape paintings in the gallery, but this one was noticeably different from the others.


    Layer upon layer of mountains, misty and swirling fog, gently flowing streams, embodying elegance mixed with grandeur; the artist clearly possessed profound skills, portraying everything with extraordinary ambiance.


    But what attracted Harry Hunter was not the mountains and water, but the silhouette in front of the mountains.


    A bright red off-road vehicle, strikingly vivid against the ink backdrop, with a young girl leaning against the car, backpack slung over her shoulders, long legs crossed, hair blowing, revealing a perfect side profile.


    Her vivacity, her car, all added unrivaled brilliance to the dark-themed ink painting.


    Such a perfect fusion of traditional ink scenery with the distinctly modern off-road vehicle and character was extremely rare!


    Harry Hunter felt a stir in his heart and looked down to see a small nameplate in front of the painting¡ªCreator: Isabella.


    A flash of wonder gleamed in his dark eyes; the little girl''s talent in painting was astonishingly high!


    But why did she choose philosophy as her major instead of something related to painting or design?


    As Harry Hunter continued to admire the painting, someone beside him suddenly exclaimed, "What a great painting! Boss Palmer, who painted this? It''s so vibrant, I''ll buy it!"


    Harry Hunter turned unhappily to see a tall, sturdy man staring at the painting excitedly, calling to the gallery owner to wrap it up.


    Boss Palmer laughed heartily as he approached, "Boss Howard truly has an eye for art. This piece just went on display two days ago, and already dozens want to take it home, but they all complain the creator is an unknown novice, thinking my ten thousand asking price is too high."


    Boss Howard seemed indifferent, "Look at this composition, look at this concept, look at this bold palette, ten thousand, worth it! Those people have no foresight, with such skill and creativity, in less than ten years the artist will surely rise to fame. I''m investing early, I''ll make a fortune by then!"


    "Haha, great! I''ll definitely relay your words to her; she''ll be thrilled!"


    "The artist is a young girl?"


    "Yes, she''s still attending school, a university student, incredibly beautiful, just like her painting, filled with vibrant energy!"


    "Is she in the gallery now?"


    "Yes!"


    "Quickly bring her out; I want to have a good chat with her, buy her painting at a high price, and today she has to join us for a drink! Haha, I love young female students, so tender!"


    Harry Hunter was initially listening to the conversation between the two, feeling that this so-called Boss Howard seemed to deeply appreciate Isabella Weaver''s talent, so he remained silent, but he hadn''t expected that in buying the painting, there was another motive at play!

 Chapter 56: Young Master Hunter’s Ruthless Inhumanity

    Chapter 56 - 56: Young Master Hunter''s Ruthless Inhumanity"Boss Palmer."


    Harry Hunter''s cold voice cut through, interrupting the burly man''s malicious thoughts.


    "I want this painting. Name your price."


    Boss Palmer was surprised to find someone else interested in the painting. He was a bit troubled: "This isn''t an auction house; it''s not about the highest bidder. Boss Howard already placed a reservation, sorry."


    "Kid, what do you mean, trying to snatch my painting? Get lost! The painting''s already mine!"


    Boss Howard was quite displeased. He was very interested in this painting, and even more so in its owner. To be intercepted halfway was maddening, and his gaze turned fierce.


    Harry Hunter icily uttered, "Two hundred thousand!"


    Boss Palmer''s eyes lit up, but he glanced at Boss Howard and shook his head: "This really isn''t an auction; there are rules to selling paintings."


    Boss Howard was so angry his nose twisted. He''d made a fortune trading paintings in recent years and was always proud. Who would have thought a young upstart would look down on him! Trying to outbid him with cash!


    "Kid, are you daring to out-money me? I was hustling when you were still bottle-fed! Old Palmer, I offer two hundred and fifty thousand!"


    Harry Hunter expressionlessly said, "Five hundred thousand!"


    Boss Palmer almost nodded with joy this time!


    He had encountered a big spender! S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Doubling the bid!


    If the sum were smaller, he''d owe Boss Howard a face. But now, it''s big money, and face is nothing compared to real cash.


    He had entirely forgotten his earlier "not an auction house" stance.


    "The intent is clear, Boss Howard, you see..." His tone suggested Boss Howard should increase his bid, or the painting would certainly go to Harry Hunter.


    Boss Howard''s face turned green, was this a bad day? Why should buying a painting end up running into a hothead?


    No matter how good the painting is, two or three hundred thousand tops, and this kid jumps to half a million. Is he crazy with too much money?


    But he didn''t want to lose. Losing money was one thing, but Simon Howard could not lose face. Otherwise, he''d never hold his head high before William Palmer again!


    Face flushed, neck bulging, he shouted: "Six hundred thousand!"


    Harry Hunter still indifferent: "Two million."


    "What?!"


    Simon Howard''s eyes nearly popped out. Who would be dumb enough to spend two million on a painting by a new artist?


    This kid must be bluffing, throwing out numbers for show!


    "Boss Palmer, I don''t want the painting. Let him have it! I want to see if he can pull out two million!"


    William Palmer was too shocked to react. Could this painting really sell for two million?


    Harry Hunter had already taken out a gold card: "Bill, please."


    Boss Palmer had been running the gallery for a long time but had never sold such an expensive painting. He quickly called over the cashier, brought the POS machine to settle the bill for Harry Hunter.


    Two million swiped instantly. Boss Palmer didn''t believe it until he saw the receipt.


    So extravagant!


    He couldn''t stop smiling, instructing staff to wrap the painting and personally hand it to Harry Hunter: "What''s your surname, sir? You''ve bought a painting, so you''re now a valued VIP of my gallery. I''ll notify you first of any good paintings, and you''ll have priority buying rights!"


    "No need."


    Harry Hunter coldly spoke the two words, continued browsing with the painting in hand.


    Simon Howard looked at the receipt for the two-million purchase and Boss Palmer''s fawning demeanor, his face turning all shades of green and purple, quite a sight!

 Chapter 57: Ruthless Businessman

    Chapter 57 - 57: Ruthless BusinessmanThis young master actually managed to come up with two million!


    Simon Howard felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped hard, losing both face and dignity!


    "Boss Palmer, I''ve got something to do, I''ll come back another day to buy a painting!" he squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, then couldn''t bear to stay any longer and hurriedly left.


    As he left, he was so distracted that he nearly tripped over the steps at the door, making him look even more embarrassed.


    But Boss Palmer didn''t pay him any heed, busy introducing other paintings to Harry Hunter.


    However, Harry Hunter found him obviously annoying and sent him away coldly.


    There were a total of twelve paintings in this exhibition area; after he bought one, eleven remained.


    The remaining paintings weren''t as stunning as the landscape of the young girl, but they carried Isabella Weaver''s unique, cool style, priced between thousands to tens of thousands, none as expensive as the one in Harry Hunter''s hands.


    As for the rest, Harry Hunter decided not to buy any more.


    Isabella Weaver''s outstanding artistic talent deserved to be seen, appreciated, bought, and collected by more people.


    But the one in his hand, he didn''t want anyone else to own, because the long-haired girl leaning against the bright red Land Rover was obviously Isabella Weaver herself.


    It was likely her stroke of genius, a spontaneous addition, merging herself into her true inner world.


    After seeing all of Isabella Weaver''s paintings, Harry Hunter turned to leave, ignoring the rest of the paintings that Boss Palmer exaggeratedly praised.


    The young girl landscape painting was enough to overshadow all the other artworks in the gallery.


    Unaware of everything happening outside, Isabella Weaver was restless today, feeling as though something was about to happen, with her eyelids twitching wildly; she was unsatisfied with several drafts and left the studio empty-handed.


    William Palmer had been waiting for her outside for quite some time. Seeing her come out, he hurriedly stepped forward, "Isabella, did you not paint today?"


    "Nothing came out right, I tore them all up."


    "How could you tear them up? At least let me have a look, maybe they were actually good! Next time, don''t tear them up; just hang them, and I''ll sell them for you!"


    Isabella Weaver shook her head; she couldn''t just hang up paintings she wasn''t satisfied with, that would be ruining her future prospects.


    Seeing the unconcealable joy on William Palmer''s face, she couldn''t help but ask, "Boss Palmer, did business go well today? You seem in a good mood!"


    "Hahaha, you saw right through me. I did sell a few paintings today, and one of them was yours!"


    Isabella Weaver''s eyes finally lit up, "Really? Which one?"


    "Just that landscape painting you did a couple of days ago! Sold it for one hundred thousand, and as per our agreement, it''s a fifty-fifty split. Here, this is your fifty-thousand-dollar check!"


    Isabella Weaver took the check, utterly shocked, "My painting, sold for a hundred thousand?"


    She was aware of Boss Palmer''s pricing, but usually, the actual selling price wouldn''t be as high as the marked price; buyers tended to negotiate. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She initially thought the hundred thousand mark was too high and asked Boss Palmer to lower it, thinking it wouldn''t sell otherwise. She didn''t expect it to sell so quickly!


    "No need to be surprised; your painting skills are improving, which is why I told you not to tear them up so recklessly. Even a casual one could sell for tens of thousands, so don''t do such a foolish thing again next time!"


    Boss Palmer made a lot of money today and was especially courteous to Isabella Weaver, personally accompanying her out of the gallery and watching her board a bus before heading back.

 Chapter 58: Life Is Full of Hope

    Chapter 58 - 58: Life Is Full of HopeIsabella Weaver sat in the last row of the bus, staring blankly at the fifty-thousand-dollar check in her hand.


    Was her painting really that good?


    A single painting was worth as much as a year''s hard work at her part-time job!


    Had she been wasting her talents all those years by spending most of her time doing part-time jobs?


    It seemed that she needed to shift her focus in the future.


    The sky had turned completely dark, yet Isabella''s mood was as radiant as the sun, even though her eyelid kept twitching, she didn''t mind.


    She felt immense gratitude towards the person who bought her painting; they not only provided financial support but also affirmed her talent, giving her confidence like never before!


    She carefully put the check away, smiling as she headed to the seafood noodle restaurant where she had lunch with Harry Hunter earlier.


    "Boss, I''d like a bowl of the signature seafood noodles, with an extra portion of shrimp! I want the big ones!"


    She had come during lunch, so the boss naturally remembered her, and with a smile, he asked, "Your boyfriend didn''t come? That young man is truly remarkable; I''ve been in business for many years, but I''ve never seen someone that good-looking. Is he a celebrity?"


    "He''s not a celebrity, nor my boyfriend, just an ordinary friend!"


    The boss clearly didn''t believe her, "I''ve never seen ordinary friends peel so many shrimp for each other!"


    Isabella didn''t argue, instead, she chose the same seat she had earlier and began pondering her future plans.


    In fact, she had long wanted to open her own gallery, but lacked any capital to do so, so she had to rely on others.


    But splitting the profits fifty-fifty was too much; her painting clearly sold for a hundred thousand, yet Boss Palmer took half, which made Isabella feel heartache.


    Previously, her paintings weren''t worth much; selling them for a few thousand and losing half was understandable. But once the prices rose, she suffered great losses. S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    However, opening a gallery wasn''t something that could be achieved overnight, so she continued painting for sale at Boss Palmer''s place for now.


    Yet life was suddenly filled with hope, making Isabella feel so happy that she wanted to cry.


    Mom, can you see?


    Your daughter inherited your talent for painting, and now she''s making something of herself!


    The steaming seafood noodles were served, making Isabella''s eyes blurry.


    She pulled out a napkin to wipe them, then smiled again, wondering why she cried when she should be happy!


    The seafood noodles were smooth and chewy, complemented by the tender greens, the broth was delicious, and the shrimp... why did the shrimp increasingly resemble Harry Hunter?


    Isabella chuckled, peeled all the shrimp herself, filled a bowl, and ate them one by one.


    But before she finished the noodles, her phone rang.


    The caller ID showed Christopher Weaver, and Isabella''s smile instantly faded halfway.


    She didn''t answer but continued eating her noodles.


    Only after she finished did she finally answer the incessantly ringing phone.


    Christopher Weaver''s shouting came through the phone, "Isabella Weaver, are you deliberately not answering my calls? Get home immediately!"


    Isabella replied calmly, "I''m busy, I''m going to work to earn money."


    "Who allowed you to go to work? Didn''t I say you''re not allowed to? Don''t embarrass me, come back!"


    "If I don''t work, will you give me money? Or do you want me to starve to death?"


    "Can''t you eat at home? If I wanted you to starve, would you have grown this much? Come back immediately, I have something important to tell you!"

 Chapter 59: Betrothed

    Chapter 59 - 59: Betrothed"What''s the matter that couldn''t be discussed over the phone? Did Ella go back and tell on me?"


    Christopher Weaver''s voice suddenly calmed down: "It''s a serious matter, inconvenient to discuss over the phone. Your sister did this for your own good. Don''t keep calling her by name; calling her ''sister'' won''t cost you anything."


    "I don''t have time to go back today, let''s talk about it later!" Isabella said as she prepared to hang up the phone.


    Knowing her temperament, Christopher Weaver immediately dropped a bombshell: "I''ve arranged a marriage for you. Get back quickly, don''t force me to have someone tie you up and bring you back!" Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "What?!"


    Isabella was both shocked and furious, about to ask more, but Christopher Weaver had already hung up!


    A marriage?


    Isabella instantly felt like she was plunged into an icy abyss.


    What exactly did Ella say to make Christopher Weaver not even wait for her to graduate, but want to marry her off?


    Her original plan was to graduate and then leave far away, never returning to that house!


    But now she couldn''t leave; if Christopher Weaver said he''d have her tied up and brought back, he really would. He had done it before; if she disobeyed, she would be knocked out and taken back.


    She had actually run away several times, but never succeeded.


    The power of Christopher Weaver was something she, as a student, couldn''t contend with.


    Isabella slung her bag over her shoulder, her expression cold, and left the restaurant. Without caring about saving money by taking the bus, she hailed a taxi to go back to the Weaver Family.


    The Weaver Family villa was brightly lit, the beautiful crystal lamps reflecting dazzling yet icy light, just like the cold and fragile family bonds of the Weavers, weighing down Isabella''s steps.


    In the living room, Christopher Weaver sat on a pale golden sofa, beside him was his elegant and noble wife, Rose Parker.


    But Ella was not sitting on the sofa; she stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down condescendingly at Isabella.


    Every time Isabella returned, she had to stand in that spot, as if by doing so, she could step on Isabella, asserting her unparalleled status as the eldest daughter.


    "Isabella''s back, come and sit down! Have you had dinner? I heard you say you were hungry over the phone, I''ve had the kitchen prepare a lot of your favorite dishes."


    Rose Parker was the first to speak; unlike her elegant appearance, her voice was extremely gentle and loving, carrying an irresistible energy, much like a benevolent Bodhisattva.


    Isabella had lived under her care for nineteen years, tormented by this "gentleness" countless times, refusing to believe it anymore.


    To kill without seeing blood is the highest realm of a gentle butcher''s knife, and Rose Parker had perfected it.


    Comparatively, the capricious and spoiled Ella was much easier to deal with.


    Isabella sat on the sofa opposite them, without even glancing at the dishes on the nearby table; there was definitely not a dish she liked, and they would be especially spiced, eating them could take half her life.


    Christopher Weaver''s face darkened: "You come back without even calling ''Mom'' or ''Dad''? Your mom prepared so much food for you, and you don''t even say ''thanks''?"


    Isabella''s eyes were cold: "My mom is dead, who to thank?"


    Christopher Weaver suddenly flew into a rage, grabbed a cup, and hurled it at Isabella''s head.


    Too close to dodge, with a "bang," the cup hit her forehead, shattering glass everywhere.


    Blood flowed down her forehead, along her chin, dripping onto the snow-white carpet, a horrifying sight.


    Isabella didn''t make a sound, not even a frown, as if she were a wooden person without a sense of pain, only using cold, indifferent eyes to stare at her father.

 Chapter 60 Struggle

    Chapter 60 - 60 StruggleRose Parker''s eyes flashed with a sharp light as she gently pressed Christopher Weaver''s hand: "Speak to your daughter properly, why do you always resort to violence? Look how you''ve scared the child. Aren''t we supposed to talk about the engagement? Bloodshed isn''t appropriate. Ella, quickly get some ice; your sister is hurt."


    "Understood."


    Ella Weaver lazily replied, but didn''t move at all, still leaning against the railings on the second floor, watching the drama unfold.


    She knew Isabella Weaver would definitely be beaten upon returning home, so she purposely placed glass cups, the kind that easily shattered, in the places Christopher could reach, and they indeed came in handy!


    The frustration she felt at the mall during the day was finally avenged!


    Ella was utterly delighted, hoping Isabella would bleed more; how could she possibly get ice for her!


    Christopher didn''t care at all about his daughter''s injury and bleeding. Years ago, he might have cared, would feel guilty after hitting her, feel heartache, but whether it''s because he''s hit her too much, gradually the guilt completely disappeared, only feeling immensely satisfied!


    "I''ve arranged a marriage for you, and you shouldn''t go out lately. Just stay home and prepare for the wedding."


    Isabella Weaver''s voice was indifferent: "I''m not getting married."


    "Not getting married for what? Going out to hook up with men everywhere? Take a look at your reputation at school, not returning to the dorm at night, messing around with men, are you trying to completely disgrace me, Christopher Weaver?!"


    "I didn''t."


    "Didn''t you? Look at the newspapers yourself; you''ve gotten so bold as to occupy A City''s news headlines!"


    Christopher flung a stack of newspapers, Isabella glanced at them expressionlessly, and saw that the most famous gossip newspaper''s front page in A City was her huge photo.


    With a malicious tone, it criticized her, saying modern university students don''t study properly, only care about fame and fortune, exchanging their bodies for money, disgraceful and shameless, morally corrupt, wondering what kind of parents would raise such a shameful daughter. S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Every word in the newspaper hit precisely on Christopher''s sensitive nerves.


    Isabella raised her head and looked at Ella on the second floor: "Spent quite a bit to get that headline news, didn''t you!"


    Ella Weaver complained: "Dad, look at her, she''s blaming it all on me. Today I saw her wandering Star Region Mall with a strange man, as if being kept, just said a few words to her, and she''s retaliating this way!"


    Isabella sneered coldly: "Found my boyfriend attractive, did you? Unfortunately, he''s not interested in you, so you''re this eager to have me get married?"


    "I didn''t; it''s you who''s indiscreet, reputation too bad, even mom and dad can''t bear it anymore, they''re trying to save you! Don''t be stubborn!"


    "Ella''s right!"


    Christopher continued: "You''re getting married immediately, and from now on, you''ll obediently stay home, be a good wife and mother, have many children, continue the lineage for others."


    "I haven''t graduated yet! I still want to study!"


    "I''ve already had someone handle your withdrawal process; you won''t be going anymore."


    What?!


    Isabella suddenly stood up, spoke each word clearly: "I will not withdraw from school!"


    "That''s not up to you!"


    Christopher felt that this daughter was too disgraceful, wishing to have her hidden away forever, never to be seen again.


    He also didn''t like seeing Isabella because seeing her reminded him of his past absurdities; her existence might even damn him for eternity!


    "Your Cousin Parker''s family still needs a few days to prepare, just wait at home; we''re all family, you''ll enjoy life marrying into them!"

 Chapter 61: Perverted Cousin

    Chapter 61 - 61: Perverted Cousin"Who did you say?!"


    Isabella Weaver was utterly incredulous!


    "It''s my cousin Alexander Parker. You and him were childhood friends. Don''t you remember him?"


    Ella Weaver smiled with a hint of cruelty: "I introduced this marriage to you. After you have children, don''t forget about me!"


    Isabella couldn''t stop her body from shaking.


    Alexander Parker is a psychopath!


    She was never childhood friends with this psychopath!


    Her face turned pale, and her voice became hoarse: "I will never marry him. If you force me, I''ll end my own life!"


    Ella Weaver wore a beautiful Valentino sheer gown and gracefully descended the stairs to stand before Isabella: "Isabella, why are you saying such foolish things? My cousin isn''t bad, is he? Not only is he handsome, but his family is just as well off as ours. Plus, he''s always liked you. If it wasn''t for me pleading, our uncle and aunt wouldn''t necessarily welcome you into the family!"


    Isabella''s eyes were red: "If he''s so great, why don''t you marry him!"


    "Stop saying silly things. I am his first cousin; close relatives marrying is illegal, so it''s only fair for you!"


    "Alright, there''s no need to say anything else. Isabella, just stay at home. This matter is decided. I''ve already arranged the date with the Parker Family. Our families will be even closer."


    Christopher Weaver made the decision and ignored Isabella, turning to go upstairs to the study.


    Rose Parker gently comforted her: "Isabella, don''t worry. Alexander''s condition has improved a lot with treatment over the past few years. He won''t hurt you. He''s excited to see you after learning you''re going to marry him!"


    For the first time, fear flashed in Isabella''s eyes: "I won''t meet him!"


    Ella Weaver enjoyed her terrified expression and laughed: "He''s coming right away; you two lovebirds should have a good chat!"


    Isabella turned around and began to run outside, but she didn''t even bother to pick up her shoes as they slipped off.


    However, Christopher Weaver had anticipated her escape. There were already people stationed outside the villa, and the gates were tightly closed; she couldn''t get out at all.


    Isabella huddled in a corner of the Garden Estate, forcing herself to calm down and find a way out.


    Suddenly, a voice echoed in the darkness: "Cousin, where are you? I picked up your shoes, be good and come out to wear them."


    Isabella froze completely, terrifying memories of bloodshed surged like waves!


    Alexander Parker!


    "Cousin, so this is where you are."


    A tall figure appeared, simultaneously gentle and sinister, making him seem different from ordinary people.


    "Little fool, why do you still love hiding here even after growing up?"


    Alexander was holding a shoe, half-kneeling in front of Isabella, gently helping her put it on.


    Isabella was about to pull her foot back, but he seized it suddenly.


    The sharp pain hit her, turning Isabella''s face ghostly pale, and she couldn''t help but let out a muffled groan.


    "Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn''t control the force well for a moment and hurt you."


    He hurriedly apologized, reaching out to hug Isabella, very gently, without applying any pressure, as if afraid of hurting her again. Sear?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella didn''t dare to move, took a breath, and tried to communicate with him: "Cousin, you want to marry me?"


    "Yes, my Little Isabella, are you happy? We''re finally going to be husband and wife!"


    "But I want to go to school first, it''s too early to get married now."


    "It''s okay, even after we marry, you can still go to school. I''ll listen to you completely."


    "You won''t kill me?"


    "Well... I''ll try."


    Isabella felt utterly hopeless, realizing Alexander''s murderous tendencies were far from cured!

 Chapter 62: Care

    Chapter 62 - 62: CareWhen he was ten years old, after killing his beloved little cat, he became unstoppable!


    By thirteen, the number of skinned and tortured animals was already countless!


    At fourteen, his condition had dramatically worsened, and he strangled his most adored little sister!


    At sixteen, he had already attempted to kill Isabella Weaver four times!


    All the lives he loved, he couldn''t help but suffocate them!


    For five years, just hearing his name still instilled fear in Isabella Weaver.


    She was gently held in his arms, yet there was no warmth inside her heart, because at any moment, he might pull out a knife and peel her apart inch by inch.


    That''s how he had once skinned the little cat he loved so much. Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Little Isabella, you''re trembling, are you cold?"


    Alexander Parker took off his coat, wrapped it around Isabella Weaver, gently stroked her face, admiring and cherishing her: "I haven''t seen you in five years, you''ve become even more beautiful, and grown up!"


    The faint scent of medicine lingered on his clothes; Isabella Weaver knew this was the smell left from the treatments using medicines the Parker Family sourced from around the world.


    His condition had become so severe that the Parker Family dared not let him out ¡ª whatever he liked, he would want to destroy, and the Parker Family had no idea how many messes they cleaned up for him, how many insane deeds were kept secret!


    To this day, the only one who survived under his hand was Isabella Weaver.


    He probably loved Isabella Weaver deeply; every time he intended to kill her, he somehow managed to retain a sliver of clarity, allowing her to live.


    This is also the fundamental reason why the Parker Family is willing to let him marry Isabella Weaver.


    Maybe Isabella Weaver is a special case that can cure his illness, and even if he ends up killing her ¡ª anyway, she''s just an illegitimate daughter, part of the Weaver Family, it''s no big deal.


    "Little Isabella, you''re still trembling, let''s go inside, it''s hurting my heart to see you frozen."


    Alexander Parker scooped Isabella Weaver up and strode into the villa.


    Isabella Weaver did not resist, because resistance would be useless and would only result in her getting hurt.


    Ella Weaver instinctively stepped back when she saw Isabella being carried in by Alexander Parker, she too feared this psychopath Alexander.


    Alexander Parker, highly sensitive, glanced at Ella Weaver and said, "Cousin, don''t be afraid of me, I don''t like you."


    Ella Weaver breathed a sigh of relief, that''s good, otherwise she''d become a cold corpse in minutes.


    Yet, watching Alexander Parker pamper Isabella Weaver, looking at his extraordinary handsome face, she was infuriated.


    Why do they all like Isabella?


    She is clearly Alexander Parker''s real cousin, but he can''t even be bothered to speak to her, let alone pamper her!


    Isabella is merely born of a shameless lowly woman, an illegitimate daughter, what''s so good about her!


    Always cold as ice with no smile, as if everyone owes her millions!


    Isabella Weaver had no idea what Ella Weaver was thinking, nor did she understand why Alexander Parker liked her, she wished he detested her!


    She was carried into the bedroom by Alexander Parker, gently placed on the bed, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll that needed the softest touch to be cared for.


    Alexander Parker removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and sat by the bedside, immensely satisfied: "Cousin, you''re really beautiful, I like you a lot."


    Isabella Weaver shuddered inside, her face devoid of any color.


    A smile appeared on Alexander Parker''s handsome face: "Cousin isn''t trembling because she''s cold, it''s because she''s afraid of me, right?"


    Isabella Weaver looked into his eyes and asked, "Shouldn''t I be afraid of you?"

 Chapter 63: Mr. Hunter, Let’s Get Married!

    Chapter 63 - 63: Mr. Hunter, Let''s Get Married!"Serves you right."


    Alexander Parker''s smile vanished, his face full of guilt: "It''s all my fault, I used to scare you, but I''ve been seriously taking medication recently, and I''m much better!"


    Isabella Weaver didn''t believe him at all!


    "Really! Cousin, I''ve raised a few kittens recently, for a couple of months now, and they''re all living well. I haven''t killed them!"


    "Hmm, okay."


    Isabella Weaver lowered her head, hiding the sadness in her eyes.


    Those kittens probably won''t live for long either.


    "Cousin, do you like me?" Alexander Parker held Isabella Weaver''s hand, asking the question without any warning.


    Isabella Weaver did not respond.


    If she said she didn''t like him, Alexander Parker would immediately become enraged.


    If she said she liked him, Alexander Parker would definitely not believe her; his intelligence was high enough to easily tell if she was lying, making the consequences even more severe.


    "Cousin doesn''t like me."


    Alexander Parker answered his own question, then continued: "Cousin told me you have a boyfriend. Do you like that man?"


    Isabella Weaver quickly raised her head: "No!"


    "Cousin answered too quickly, which exposed your heart. You care about him, scared of my jealousy, afraid I''ll kill him, right?"


    "It''s not!"


    "Oh, seems like it is."


    Alexander Parker gently kissed the back of her hand: "Don''t be afraid. I haven''t killed anyone for a while now. Your forehead has been bleeding, which is a huge torment for me, but I''ve managed to endure and not touch you."


    Only then did Isabella Weaver realize the wound on her head had been bleeding the whole time. She was so terrified she had forgotten the pain!


    Alexander Parker indeed used to become extremely excited at the sight of blood, which would instantly trigger his murderous instincts.


    He''s managed to control himself now!


    Has he truly improved?


    Isabella Weaver dared not provoke him, using his coat to wipe the blood away, wrapping her head to avoid letting him see the wound further.


    Alexander Parker''s coat, worth tens of thousands, was used by her to wipe blood and cover her head, yet he didn''t mind at all. He reached out to hug her, kissed the top of her head through his coat, and inhaled the scent of her blood, feeling as if he was coming back to life!


    He whispered gently in her ear: "Cousin, I''ll sleep with you tonight."


    Isabella Weaver remained silent, listening quietly, though her mind raced furiously. She had to find a way to escape!


    ...


    As the night wore on, at three in the morning, Harry Hunter returned home under the starlit sky. As soon as he stepped inside, he detected a faint scent of blood.


    He didn''t turn on the lights; in the darkness, he drew his gun, his finger just reaching the trigger, when a soft voice rang out: "Mr. Hunter, is that you?"


    "Isabella Weaver?"


    Before he finished speaking, a soft body collided with him.


    He was embraced.


    Harry Hunter swiftly secured his gun and picked her up, heading for the sofa: "Why are you here? Are you hurt? Did Christopher Weaver hit you again? Does it hurt?"


    His barrage of questions made Isabella Weaver burst into tears. S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The entire night, she was consumed by terror, with no one asking if she was in pain, not even herself.


    Only this man cared if she was hurting.


    Cold tears fell on Harry Hunter''s fingers, making him tighten his grip, pressing Isabella Weaver against his chest: "Isabella, don''t cry. What happened?"


    But Isabella Weaver''s tears resembled a river that had broken its banks, impossible to stop.


    The pain and fear she endured were known to no one, and escaping from the Weaver Family at midnight drained every ounce of her strength.


    He had just returned from outside, his embrace cold, yet it strangely warmed her heart.


    She cried for a long time, letting the fear dissipate with her tears, then lifted her face, clinging to Harry Hunter''s neck, and asked:


    "Do you still mean it when you said you wanted to marry me?"


    Harry Hunter''s hand tightened around her waist suddenly: "Yes."


    "Then let''s get married!"


    "Alright."

 Chapter 64 Star Region Group

    Chapter 64 - 64 Star Region GroupHarry Hunter''s voice was too calm and flat, making Isabella Weaver feel a sense of unreality. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    But she was holding him!


    Everything seemed so real!


    "Aren''t you going to ask me why I suddenly want to marry you?"


    "It''s not important."


    "But I might have a lot of trouble behind me."


    "The troubles behind me are no less than yours. Are you afraid?"


    "Not afraid!"


    "Okay."


    "Then when are we getting married?"


    Harry Hunter smiled, finally it was her turn to be anxious!


    "We''ll get the marriage certificate as soon as the sun rises."


    "Okay!"


    Isabella Weaver nodded immediately, and only then did she let go of Harry Hunter''s neck.


    Harry Hunter felt a little lost.


    She was so proactive in holding his neck, very affectionate, he didn''t want her to leave.


    But he was a master at controlling emotions, not letting feelings control reason was his principle.


    He stood up calmly and turned on the light.


    Then Harry Hunter saw Isabella Weaver''s face covered in blood, her clothes stained with dust and dirt, looking very distressed.


    "How could you be so badly injured, I''ll take you to the hospital!"


    Harry Hunter felt a bit angry inside, was Christopher Weaver crazy? To treat his own daughter so harshly!


    "No need, it just looks scary, but the injuries aren''t too bad."


    Isabella Weaver herself didn''t take it seriously, now she was completely calm and organized: "Do you have any alcohol? Just disinfect briefly, then apply ice, put on some anti-inflammatory ointment, and stick a bigger band-aid, no need to wrap it in gauze."


    Harry Hunter paused, how could she be so familiar with treating wounds!


    How many times had Christopher Weaver hit her!


    He felt a slight pain in his heart, took the ice and first aid kit, sat back on the sofa, and started cleaning the wound on her head.


    "There are still a few hours before the civil affairs bureau opens, go and have a good sleep first, I''ll call you when it''s time."


    Harry Hunter''s voice remained indifferent, as if marrying Isabella Weaver was just a transaction, yet Isabella Weaver really liked his indifference, feeling very reassured.


    She changed into clean clothes, clothes bought during the day had already been delivered to Harry Hunter''s place, she wondered if it was her illusion, but it seemed there were more than she bought during the day.


    However, she didn''t buy pajamas, she hadn''t anticipated that she would sleep at Harry Hunter''s place.


    She wore comfortable casual clothes, went to the bedroom Harry Hunter arranged, and quickly fell asleep on the bed, she was too tired.


    Harry Hunter, however, did not sleep.


    He stood upright in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, silent and cold, his entire presence giving off a sense of solemnity.


    Connor did not know when he arrived at the villa, quietly and silently standing behind him, waiting respectfully for his instructions.


    "Isabella Weaver said she encountered some trouble, have someone check it out for her and solve it."


    "Yes!"


    "After dawn, I''ll go register with Isabella Weaver, prepare the manpower, I will officially take over Star Region Group."


    Upon hearing this, Connor was thrilled: "Yes, Young Master!"


    Leon Hunter was the one controlling Star Region Group, even if Harry Hunter got married, he wouldn''t easily hand over control, obviously Harry Hunter intended to use force.


    He had endured for so long!


    If it weren''t for considering that Old Master Hunter had limited time left, he would have acted long ago!


    Harry Hunter intended to take over Star Region Group while the old master was pleased with the new bride brought back.


    Star Region Group was originally named Hunter Clan Group, Old Master Hunter changed the name to his name after Harry Hunter was born, clearly intending to pass the group to him, and now Leon Hunter controls the group, wanting to give it to someone else!

 Chapter 65 Young Master Parker Loses His Temper

    Chapter 65 - 65 Young Master Parker Loses His TemperAt the break of dawn, a furious roar echoed through the Weaver Family villa.


    "Isabella Weaver, where are you? Come out here!"


    Alexander Parker''s voice pierced through the entire villa, waking the sleeping Weavers.


    Christopher Weaver and Rose Parker hurriedly rushed downstairs in their robes, but Ella Weaver did not dare to go down. It was clear Alexander was in a violent rage, getting too close could be life-threatening.


    Rose softly tried to calm her nephew, "Alexander, don''t be rash, what''s going on?"


    "Isabella is missing!"


    "What?" Christopher immediately frowned and quickly ordered people to search for her.


    Ten minutes later, a bodyguard returned with news: "A hole has been dug at the corner of the Garden Estate wall, she most likely escaped from there."


    "Impossible! How could she have dug through the wall in one night?"


    "Judging by the marks, it seems it took quite a while and was hidden beneath the flowers and plants."


    Christopher was extremely frustrated; Isabella had long prepared her escape route!


    "A bunch of useless fools, can''t even keep track of one person!"


    Alexander''s voice was cold and sinister, "I don''t care what means your family uses, you must get my bride back. There''s no need to prepare for anything, I want to marry her immediately!"


    The bloodlust and hostility emanating from him made Christopher very uncomfortable. A flash of disgust crossed his eyes as he spoke, "I will get her back, but we should still go through the proper procedures for the wedding, after all..."


    Before he could finish, a loud "bang" resounded in his ears, followed by shattering glass, causing Rose and Ella to scream.


    Alexander had smashed an expensive glass screen in the living room!


    He fiercely grabbed Christopher by the collar, choking him tightly, speaking with a ruthless and harsh tone, "Deliver Isabella to my house! Who do you think you are, daring to harm her until she bleeds? She is mine, you have no right to touch her!"


    Rose turned pale with fright, seeing Christopher nearly suffocated, she hurried forward to pull Alexander away, "Alexander, he''s your uncle, let go!"


    "Get lost!"


    Alexander raised his hand and slapped her, the force of it sending her sprawling onto the floor.


    Rose cried out in pain as shards of glass embedded into her skin, drawing blood instantly.


    Ella screamed and ran downstairs, ignoring the glass on the floor, she cried as she tried to help Rose, "Mom, are you alright? Mom!"


    Alexander still held onto Christopher''s collar, his voice cruel, "If Isabella isn''t found, I''ll kill your entire family! Do you hear me?"


    Christopher''s face was turning blue and purple from suffocation, unable to respond, Ella quickly agreed, "We understand, we understand! Please let go of my dad! Who else would find Isabella for you if he''s dead?"


    Alexander thought it made sense, finally suppressing his overwhelming urge to kill, he released his grip.


    Christopher collapsed onto the floor, gasping breathlessly, taking a long while to recover.


    Alexander looked down at the three Weavers, but none dared to meet his gaze.


    Seeing Ella continue to cry, he grew more agitated, walking over to kick her, "Shut up, crying so ugly yet you still have the audacity to cry!"


    His Isabella never cried, how lovable!


    Ella never imagined she would suffer such an unprovoked disaster, she felt both pain and anger, finally regretting bringing this wolf into the house!


    It wasn''t until Alexander left that she dared to clutch her stomach and start crying again, "Mom, it hurts so much, Alexander is a madman! He kicked me!"


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 Chapter 66: Obtaining the Certificate

    Chapter 66 - 66: Obtaining the CertificateChristopher Weaver endured the pain as he stood up, utterly furious: "Didn''t you and your daughter swear up and down that his condition was cured? Does he look like he''s cured? It''s getting worse! He used to only go after people he liked, now he goes after those he doesn''t like too! If it weren''t for Ryan Parker, I would have beaten that little beast to death long ago!"


    Rose Parker was covered in blood, tears streaming down her face, but her voice grew softer and more gentle: "Alexander is my brother''s only child, the only bloodline of the Parker Family; nothing must happen to him, otherwise, how could I face my parents in the afterlife? He''s their only grandson!"


    Christopher Weaver was also a ruthless person, and Rose was very worried that one day, in a fit of anger, he might have someone kill her nephew.


    "He really has gotten much better. See, he was just irritable today, he didn''t kill anyone!"


    Christopher Weaver almost spat blood from anger at her words: "So I should be grateful for his mercy in not killing?!"


    "No, that''s not what I meant. What I''m saying is, he''s grown up now and knows how to control himself. Isabella just ran away today and annoyed him. As long as Isabella is brought back and they get married, everything will be fine with Alexander! With Alexander managing her, Isabella won''t embarrass you by going out anymore, it''s such a good match!"


    Christopher Weaver''s anger finally subsided a bit. He had to admit that Alexander Parker''s frightening control freak tendencies did suit having Isabella under his wing, so he wouldn''t have to worry anymore.


    Moreover, the Parker Family is wealthy and well-connected. Marrying his daughter off to them, Ryan Parker would surely provide more help in business.


    "Alright, get up quickly and have a doctor treat your injuries. I never said I wouldn''t let Isabella get married, so why are you crying like that?"


    Rose Parker finally smiled; as long as Christopher Weaver didn''t go back on his word, that was enough!


    ...


    At nine in the morning, a champagne-colored Maybach appeared at the entrance to the civil affairs bureau.


    Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver got out of the car and walked in side by side.


    Connor followed behind, carrying a large bag of wedding candies, handing them out to everyone he met.


    His slightly tanned skin and smiling demeanor made him look very amicable, and those who received the candies smiled and said "Congratulations."


    The civil affairs bureau often had newlyweds handing out candies, and people were used to it, but Isabella herself felt a bit uneasy.


    But when she turned to look at Harry, she found him as indifferent and expressionless as ever, and somehow she suddenly felt relaxed.


    It''s just a piece of paper after all. Before coming, she had tentatively asked Harry if they could divorce and go their separate ways in the future, and Harry had generously said yes, as they were currently just in a cooperative relationship. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He helped her get away from her family, and she helped him secure his inheritance, a win-win!


    A few minutes later, the two of them walked out with a little red book in hand. Connor was still outside handing out candies, and upon seeing the little red book, he smiled and said, "Congratulations to the Young Master and Young Madam! Happy wedding, a hundred years of happiness, and may you have a child soon!"


    Isabella''s fair face turned slightly red at the last sentence.


    But Harry nodded expressionlessly, "Hm."


    Isabella''s eyes widened at once. What did he mean by "Hm"?


    Harry seemed not to notice her startled gaze and blandly asked, "Do you want to have breakfast? You haven''t eaten yet this morning."


    His casual attitude made it difficult for Isabella to question further, lest she seem too serious about it.


    Maybe he just replied offhandedly without any other meaning.


    "I''d like to eat. You paid for the seafood noodles yesterday, can''t let you suffer a loss, today I''ll treat you!" She was indeed feeling a bit hungry.

 Chapter 67: Dealing with Corrupt Merchants

    Chapter 67 - 67: Dealing with Corrupt MerchantsHarry Hunter suddenly laughed. It was truly bizarre; in all his years, this was the first time someone was afraid he''d suffer a loss and invited him to dinner!


    The indifference in his voice dissipated a bit as he casually said, "Let me treat you. You''re still a student and don''t have much income. It won''t be too late to treat me when you''re working officially."


    Speaking of income, Isabella Weaver suddenly remembered the check she recently received.


    A smile appeared on her slightly pale face. "I got a large sum of money yesterday, so I can afford to treat! You must let me treat today, and you''re not allowed to fight me over it."


    Harry Hunter felt a stir inside and asked her, "Did one of your paintings sell?"


    Isabella Weaver''s lips curved up. "Yes! The buyer seems very generous and really believes in me!"


    "Really? How much did your painting sell for?"


    Isabella Weaver held out a slender, tender hand and gestured, "Fifty thousand!"


    Connor, who had been following along with a cheerful grin, nearly stumbled at her words!


    The Young Master spent two million on that painting, and Isabella Weaver only received fifty thousand?!


    Truly, there''s no honest business person in the world!


    He looked up at Harry Hunter and saw the cold gleam in his eyes. Suddenly, Connor felt a bit sorry for that swindler; daring to pocket Harry Hunter''s money was bound to end badly.


    Harry Hunter''s face showed no expression, but the anger in his heart was indescribable!


    He knew the gallery would definitely take a commission, but he never thought William Palmer would take 1.95 million!


    He was willing to spend two million on the painting, hoping in a discreet way to increase Isabella Weaver''s income, so she wouldn''t have to work so hard at odd jobs.


    But it ended up fattening up the swindler!


    "Connor!"


    "Yes, Young Master!"


    "Someone is tired of living. Find someone to clean them up."


    "Yes, Young Master, rest assured!"


    Isabella Weaver didn''t understand what Harry Hunter and Connor were talking about. She vaguely felt it might relate to her somehow, but she couldn''t figure out what it was, only noticing Harry Hunter''s face suddenly turn cold.


    She took out the check from her bag and asked him, "Mr. Hunter, is there something wrong with this money?"


    "No, don''t overthink it. I just suddenly remembered something and asked Connor to take care of it."


    Harry Hunter''s fingers brushed through her smooth and shiny hair, giving her a slight smile. "Come on, let''s go have breakfast. Weren''t you going to treat?"


    Isabella Weaver could only suppress her doubts and went with Harry Hunter to the restaurant.


    While they were eating breakfast, a gallery halfway across A City was vandalized.


    William Palmer was terrified. "Who are you people, smashing up my gallery in broad daylight? I''m going to call the police!"


    A muscular man stepped forward, stomped on him after kicking him down, "You enjoyed receiving two million yesterday, right?"


    William Palmer quickly realized. "Are you guys working for the kid who bought the painting yesterday?"


    Another man slapped him several times, scolding him. "What do you mean ''the kid''? That''s our Young Master! Our Young Master spent two million on a painting just to make the Young Madam happy, and you pocketed all the money! Our Young Master is very upset, and the consequences are severe!"


    "Young Madam? Are you talking about Isabella Weaver?"


    William Palmer was bleeding from the nose, his ears buzzing, and it took him a while to realize who they were talking about.


    Impossible!


    How could Isabella Weaver have such a powerful backing!


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    Could it be an act?


    Oh my God, why would a wealthy Young Madam disguise herself as poor, causing him to skimp on the money!

 Chapter 68: Pretending to be Sick

    Chapter 68 - 68: Pretending to be Sick"It''s a misunderstanding, how was I supposed to know she was the Young Madam! You have something to say, say it nicely, don''t smash up my gallery, it''s my livelihood!"


    However, nobody paid him any attention. A group of people had already smashed every piece of glass in the gallery.


    William Palmer was heartbroken to death, he couldn''t catch his breath and fainted directly.


    Before he fainted, he was still regretting!


    Had he known earlier, he shouldn''t have been greedy!


    He should have thought, who would spend two million to buy a painting worth only a hundred thousand for no reason!


    Poor him for thinking he had caught a naive, clueless cat, only to find it was a life-threatening lion!


    ...


    Harry Hunter finished breakfast, and his phone pinged with a bank message notifying him of a deposit of 1.95 million.


    His mood improved slightly, as William Palmer had coughed up all the money, but now it couldn''t be sent to Isabella Weaver.


    After breakfast, Harry Hunter took Isabella Weaver to the hospital.


    In a luxurious private ward at the hospital, an old man lay on the bed, emaciated, with an oxygen mask on his face and various tubes inserted into his body, maintaining his life with expensive drugs and nutritional fluids.


    A young nurse was by the bedside, reading today''s newspaper news to him in a crisp voice.


    However, he showed no reaction to any news until the door of the ward opened and a tall, aloof man walked in, his eyes finally lit up.


    "Harry!"


    Ben Hunter''s voice was hoarse but filled with obvious joy.


    The young nurse quickly turned around, and upon seeing Harry Hunter, her face couldn''t restrain the excitement: "Young Master Hunter, you''re here!"


    The young master of the Hunter Family!


    With a noble identity and extraordinary good looks, he came every month, and every time the nurses couldn''t help but get excited.


    But the young nurse''s excited smile didn''t last long, as she saw the girl behind Harry Hunter!


    He had never brought a woman before when he came!


    Could it be...?


    Ben Hunter also saw Isabella Weaver, and he sat up excitedly, mumbling through the oxygen mask: "Harry, who is this girl?"


    Harry Hunter took out a bright red marriage certificate and said flatly, "I''m married, this is my wife, Isabella, say hello to Grandpa."


    Isabella Weaver stepped forward and smiled as she spoke: "Hello Grandpa, my name is Isabella Weaver, I brought you some gifts, I hope you don''t mind."


    She placed the fruit basket and nutrition products bought hastily on the road onto the table, then stood by Harry Hunter''s side with a smile, but in her heart, she was secretly complaining.


    Harry Hunter was too calm, bringing her to see his grandfather without even saying a word, driving all the way. If she hadn''t recognized the road to the hospital and asked, they would have come empty-handed today! S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Upon hearing Isabella Weaver call him "Grandpa," Ben Hunter didn''t care about the gifts but instead pulled off his oxygen mask and laughed heartily with joy!


    He no longer lay in bed like a corpse, pulled out the messy tubes, got out of bed quickly, and grabbed the marriage certificate from Harry Hunter''s hand, reading it over and over.


    "You brat, this is a real certificate! You actually got married!"


    Harry Hunter''s face wasn''t looking good at all: "Were you faking your illness?"


    Ben Hunter hesitated, immediately returning to bed to lie down: "No, no, this old man is truly sick, almost at the end! Hurry up and give me a great-grandson!"


    Harry Hunter kept a cold face and said nothing. Old man getting on and off the bed so nimbly, if he''s truly ill, then pigs can fly!


    He actually conspired with the hospital, forged medical records and all kinds of test results to force him to get married, living in this private ward for a year! Even Leon Hunter was probably kept in the dark by this old man!

 Chapter 69 Hunter Family’s Third Generation

    Chapter 69 - 69 Hunter Family''s Third GenerationBen Hunter cheerfully waved at Isabella Weaver, "Girl, come over. Is your name Isabella?"


    Isabella glanced at Harry Hunter and saw his gloomy face, so she didn''t move. She just smiled and nodded, "Yes."


    Ben wasn''t upset at all. The little girl only listened to Harry Hunter, which was a good thing! The last one never listened to Harry and was quite willful!


    He beamed and said, "What a nice name! The girl looks so charming, her features are like a painting, and she''s much more pleasing to the eye than that brat. You must hurry up and have a baby. My only wish before I die is to see that fulfilled!" S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella wasn''t sure how to respond and then found her hand being pulled by Harry Hunter.


    "Then we''ll talk about it when you''re really on your deathbed!"


    After saying this, Harry Hunter coldly pulled Isabella away.


    Ben Hunter, fuming, got out of bed and chased after them to yell, "Brat, how dare you talk like that? Are you cursing your grandpa to death? Come back here, I haven''t even had a good look at your wife yet!"


    Without looking back, Harry Hunter said, "She''s my wife! What do you want to see her for? If you like wives so much, go find one yourself!"


    Ben was so angry his eyes went cross-eyed, "Aren''t you afraid your grandmother will beat you to death for saying that?"


    "I''ll tell her you wanted to see my wife; you guess whether she''ll beat me or you to death?"


    "Oh, I''m so mad I could die! Unfilial grandson!"


    Ben clutched his chest and sat down in the hospital corridor. The little nurse rushed over to help him, but he refused to get up, moaning and saying his chest hurt, and that he was dying.


    Harry Hunter didn''t believe a word, held Isabella''s hand, and soon they disappeared without a trace.


    Unhappy, Ben Hunter stood up, "This trick doesn''t work anymore, need to change strategy! Girl, pack my stuff; the old man''s not staying here anymore, going home!"


    The little nurse was filled with disappointment. Would she never see Young Master Hunter again?


    ...


    The Hunter Family''s villa was one of the earliest in A City. It had been through several decades and many renovations, looking a bit outdated, yet it didn''t hinder it from becoming a noble residential area.


    The villa covered a wide area, with hundreds of different flowers, plants, and trees, pebble paths winding through, and rockeries and waterfalls everywhere.


    When Isabella entered with Harry Hunter, she almost suspected she''d come to a national forest park!


    Though spring was still chilly and the temperature hadn''t warmed up, and the trees outside were bare, there were already quite a few frost-tolerant flowers blooming in the Garden Estate, with tender green shoots sprouting, and the ground cloaked in mist, as if in a fairyland.


    Isabella observed the mist, a look of puzzlement flashing in her eyes.


    Harry Hunter casually explained, "There''s a hot spring beneath the house. When the villa was built, it was designed to use hot spring water for irrigation, and when it''s very cold, there''s mist."


    Isabella was astounded!


    She understood how difficult this was and how ingenious the designer had to be!


    No wonder the small waterfalls cascading down the rockery were also shrouded in mist¡ªwere they using hot spring water too?


    She sincerely praised, "It''s beautiful! Very unique!"


    Harry nodded, "The old man designed and built it himself, decades ago."


    The one in the hospital?


    Isabella found it hard to believe. Having just interacted with him, she thought he was an extremely unreliable old rascal, but unexpectedly so talented, having such advanced design concepts decades ago!


    She followed Harry, praising as they walked. The servants of the Hunter Family saw the two and bent over respectfully in greeting.


    Yet, they were extremely surprised to see him talking gently with the girl beside him, patiently explaining the layout and structure of the Hunter Family.


    Three years¡ªit had been three years since Harry Hunter brought a girl back

 Chapter 70: Forcing the Palace

    Chapter 70 - 70: Forcing the PalaceLeon Hunter had evidently received the news and knew Harry Hunter would come. He just didn''t expect that Harry would really bring his girlfriend this time!


    The two walked into the living room side by side, and he immediately stood up, "Little Harry, is this your girlfriend?"


    Harry Hunter took out the marriage certificate, his tone indifferent, "This is my wife, Isabella, call him dad."


    The line was so familiar that Isabella Weaver felt a momentary sigh at the unpredictability of life, not expecting that she really had to call him dad.


    She wore a poised smile on her face, "Dad!"


    Leon Hunter was stunned. Although he had always been urging him to marry, Harry''s attitude had always been very cold, even indifferent to the old man''s survival, stubbornly refusing to marry.


    And now, he''s telling him that he''s already registered?!


    Leon Hunter seriously doubted Harry was fooling him and immediately made a call to have someone check the registry information at the civil affairs bureau.


    Moments later, he hung up the phone, finally believing that the marriage certificate in front of him was real.


    A smile appeared on his dignified face, "Good! Finally settled a big matter, the old man can finally be at peace!"


    Harry responded coldly, "Now that the old man''s at peace, he''ll be able to close his eyes sooner, and you''ll have the chance to swallow all the Hunter Family assets, won''t you?"


    Leon Hunter''s smile vanished instantly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"


    "You know better than anyone if I''m talking nonsense or not."


    Harry put away the marriage certificate, cold as ice, "Today, I''ve just come back to tell you that I''m married. From today onwards, I''ll be in charge of the company, and you can retire!"


    Leon Hunter''s face also turned cold, exuding an aura of authority from head to toe, and there was no longer the kindness he showed when looking at Isabella Weaver.


    "That''s impossible, the Hunter Family is still under my charge, your words don''t count."


    "The old man said long ago that as long as I got married, everything in the Hunter Family would be mine." Harry looked around the entire villa, his tone absolutely frigid, "Move out, this place is mine now."


    Leon Hunter was furious!


    If Isabella Weaver weren''t here, he would definitely have slapped Harry!


    How dare he try to drive him out?!


    "I told you to get married just to fulfill your grandfather''s last wish, so he wouldn''t leave with regrets. It''s not that you can do whatever you want and challenge me just because you''re married!"


    Harry turned around indifferently, "Then let''s see."


    He strode outside, and Isabella Weaver hurriedly followed him.


    It wasn''t until they were in the car, driving out of the villa area, that Harry''s coldness hadn''t melted away. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Isabella Weaver sighed softly. It seemed that the tension with his family was high as well, and marriage for him was really just a means to oppose his father.


    "Isabella."


    "Hmm?"


    "Were you scared?"


    "No."


    Isabella shook her head. This situation was much better than hers.


    She had run off, not knowing how things were at home yet. If they found out she was married, Christopher Weaver would probably have another rage storm.


    She could fully understand Harry Hunter''s situation and didn''t try to advise him to be filial or magnanimous like others might. She said softly, "You''ve worked hard. If there''s anything I can do to help, just tell me. I''m just afraid my strength is too small to help much."


    A gentle warmth rose in Harry Hunter''s heart.


    Everyone thinks he''s the favored child of heaven, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, growing up in an enviable environment, living an effortlessly easy life. But no one ever considers that he too could be struggling, that he too has moments of exhausting fatigue.


    He suddenly grasped Isabella Weaver''s hand and gave a faint smile, "You can definitely help me, don''t underestimate yourself."

 Chapter 71: Let’s Have a Child

    Chapter 71 - 71: Let''s Have a ChildIsabella Weaver stared at her own hand being held, her ears slightly turning red.


    In front of others, due to the need for pretense, he often held her hand. She always complied and acted naturally, but now there were no outsiders, he...


    Isabella withdrew her hand and focused on the question just asked: "I can help you? How can I help? Tell me and I will definitely do it for you!"


    "You said it."


    This time, Harry Hunter''s smile was somewhat obvious: "Give me a child!"


    Isabella sharply turned to look at him!


    What was he saying?!


    She remembered when they left the Civil Affairs Bureau, Connor''s unusual "hope for an early child" and his "hmm" response!


    Harry saw her face turn pale with shock and shook his head helplessly. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Does she know how many women cry and shout to have his child? Just by having a child, both the mother and the child would immediately see their net worth skyrocket, enjoying endless wealth for life.


    But for her, she wore her unwillingness on her face.


    Harry could only comfort her: "Don''t be afraid, if you don''t want to have a child, I won''t force you, it''s not urgent."


    Yet, Isabella felt no comfort at all, her face even paler!


    What did he mean?


    He really wanted her to have a child?


    This wasn''t what he said before they got married!


    He never mentioned having children!


    "Mr. Hunter, wasn''t our marriage a partnership? You said so yourself, and this kind of partnership doesn''t include having children!"


    "Didn''t you just say you wanted to help me?"


    "Anything but having children!"


    "Then I have nothing else I need your help with."


    Isabella''s expression turned somewhat unpleasant, as expected, he found her useless!


    "Stop the car, I want to get out!"


    Harry was a bit baffled, what happened, she seemed angry.


    He stopped the car, Isabella unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, carrying her backpack without turning back.


    Harry intended to chase after her, but his phone rang just in time, it was the old lady from home, probably having heard about his marriage, calling to ask questions.


    He frowned and answered the call.


    "Little Harry, did you get married?"


    "Yes."


    "To whom? Does Grandma know her? Which family''s young lady is she?"


    "You don''t know her."


    "How is that possible, Grandma knows all the young ladies in A City! Just give me a name, and I will surely know!"


    Harry was somewhat impatient, he looked up to find Isabella, only to discover that she had disappeared in a short time!


    He directly hung up the old lady''s call and dialed Isabella.


    However, the only sound from the phone was the mechanical voice of a lady: "The number you have dialed is switched off."


    ...


    Isabella didn''t deliberately turn off her phone to ignore Harry, she turned it off to prevent Christopher Weaver from finding her.


    She soon forgot about Harry and went to the bank to cash that cheque.


    All her bank cards were controlled by Christopher Weaver, so whether it was salary from part-time jobs or proceeds from selling paintings, she could only take cash.


    Fifty thousand yuan in her slightly old backpack, feeling a bit heavy.


    She felt a bit at ease and went to school with the backpack.


    Of course, this time she learned her lesson, buying a big mask and hat, even a thick scarf from a small store outside the school, wrapping herself up tightly.


    Back at school, indeed no one could recognize her, she went to the academic office fully armed like this.


    Christopher Weaver said he had arranged for her withdrawal, she had to cancel it, otherwise without a diploma, it would be even harder to find a job in society. She had endured all these years, graduation was near, she couldn''t let the degree slip away.

 Chapter 72 Expelled from School

    Chapter 72 - 72 Expelled from SchoolHowever, when Isabella Weaver entered the office of the Academic Affairs, she had just given her name when the woman in charge of student record management said:


    "You have already been expelled, your enrollment has been canceled, and you are no longer a student of our university! Hand over your student ID, pack up your things from the dormitory and leave!"


    Isabella felt a chill in her heart: "So soon?"


    As far as she knew, the process of withdrawal was quite complicated, and it was impossible to complete in less than ten days to half a month. Christopher Weaver had only asked her to withdraw yesterday, not even 24 hours had passed, and the school had already canceled her enrollment? Didn''t they even bother to confirm with her personally?


    "Due to your recent poor performance, the school has long wanted to expel you! Just look at the forum posts about you; are those things a student should be doing?"


    "You are now affecting the entire reputation of Wayne University! Not returning at night, a chaotic personal life, insulting peers, violently splashing water, it would look better for you if you voluntarily withdrew. If the school formally announces your expulsion, it will be even more embarrassing!"


    The academic affairs teacher said a lot in one breath, clearly having been dissatisfied with her for a long time.


    Isabella''s eyes were a bit red, her voice pleading: "Teacher, I can explain everything, please reinstate my enrollment, I''m just a few months away from graduation, at least let me get my diploma, okay?"


    "That''s impossible, having a student like you at Wayne University is a disgrace. You still want a diploma? With a student like you, who will want to come to Wayne University in the future? It would affect our admissions! Quickly hand over your student ID, you no longer have enrollment here, and have nothing to do with our school!"


    The teacher''s face looked impatient; she knew there were people higher up pressuring the school to make Isabella withdraw. She guessed Isabella had certainly offended someone, and they were taking action against her, so she certainly wouldn''t show any kindness.


    Isabella was silent for a long time, slowly taking out her student ID, placing it on the table, and then walked out.


    She heard the teacher sarcastically telling her as the door closed: "You think being pretty is something remarkable, there are even people recommending her as a campus belle, I think it''s more like a joke!"


    Isabella actually never thought she was pretty; she was living too harshly to have leisure to pay attention to her appearance.


    She suddenly turned back to the teacher and said coldly: "My beauty or ugliness is none of your business! Wayne University should be ashamed of having a teacher so lacking in professional ethics like you! You and the people who expelled me, taking money against your conscience, are the most ugly ones!"


    The teacher''s face instantly changed dramatically, how did this girl know she took money?


    The person who gave the gift clearly said no third person would know!


    Isabella ignored her expression, and walked out with large steps.


    She certainly knew the school must have taken money; Christopher Weaver wanted to handle her so efficiently and he surely used significant means!


    She felt it was ironic; her biological father didn''t care if she lived or died, was stingy even to give her a penny in normal times, but was willing to spend a large sum of money to ruin her future, ensuring she wouldn''t get her diploma!


    A flame was burning in her heart!


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    She would fight against Christopher Weaver to the end; previously she only thought of running away from his control, now she didn''t think that way anymore!


    Why should it be her who has to flee!


    She did nothing wrong, yet the one who is punished and suffers has always been her!