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Isabelle clenched her hand, with cold sweat dripping.
She was very disappointed.
Wesley pushed the wheelchair and brought her, who seemed almost lifeless, out of the Spencer family. His gaze seemed to pierce into her ashamed blood. “Bella, the South African diamond mining map has nourished Supreme Jewel, making it thrive and giving rise to Harmo Real Estate. How ironic that you ended up marrying him!”
Isabelle suddenly squatted down to the ground, almost on the verge of tears.
Is it really him?
Mom and grandpa died so tragically, and Wesley lived so difficultly.
Isabelle clutched her aching heart and looked up desolately. She absentmindedly took out the deputy general manager’s nameplate and the black card given by L from her bag. “But, you said he killed Mom and Grandpa, so why does he dare to keep me by his side? He let me into Harmo Real Estate and even gave me a black card that can bankrupt him. Shouldn’t he be afraid of me?”
Wesley’s chest heaved violently as he abruptly swept the things from her hands onto the ground. “Do you know Warren’s tactics? Was he wary of you? He made you fall in love with him now!”
“After Warren gives you these benefits, will you have the courage to leave him in the future? When he saw me today, there was nothing unusual, except that he thought I still didn’t know the truth of the past. He deceives you with a mask!”
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“He was such a cruel man. Snap out of it, or you’ll disappoint your mother and grandfather!”
Isabelle’s heart pounded intensely as she slowly collapsed to the ground.
Her face turned pale, and Isabelle felt a deep pain in her heart.
Why did she meet Warren and get pregnant with his child? Why did she marry him and even fall in love with this man?
Why did God play a joke on her?
She thought she had defeated Amy, and she and L had finally developed a bond after much effort, and their lives gradually improved
The truth followed by giving her a huge slap.
Grandfather’s address book was filled with Warren’s name. Wesley said his mask pierced Grandfather’s heart, and Supreme Jewelry made its fortune from Grandfather’s South African diamond mines.
She could hardly find any more reasons to give him.
Originally, Supreme Jewelry and Luck Jewelry were not just simple business competitors.
They had a blood feud. Mother and grandfather died without closure!
“I know it’s hard for you to accept at the moment, but you need to pull yourself together. I came back this time to seek revenge on Warren! I just didn’t expect that you would be by his side…”
Wesley tightly grasped her hand, his gaze icy as he glanced at her swollen belly with a mocking tone. “But hatred can never be forgotten! Sooner or later, you will cut ties with him and stand by my side!”
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Isabelle was very sad, with tears shimmering in her eyes.
Wesley realized that she was on the verge of breaking down and spoke softly. “You’re tired too. Go back and calm down, but don’t raise any suspicions that could expose me. The day after tomorrow is the anniversary of your mother and grandfather’s passing. You should come then, and we can talk in detail.”
Isabelle forced herself to focus and nodded, saying, “Uncle, you don’t have a place to stay yet…”
“I had bought an apartment before I returned to my home country. I had a small company abroad, but I moved back,” Wesley forced a smile. “It’s just that your cousin is still staying overseas.”
Upon hearing that Wesley had a daughter, Isabelle finally felt a bit relieved. “Aunt can take care of my cousin…”
Wesley’s expression suddenly darkened, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Your aunt had already left us long ago. No woman would want to be with me. I raised your cousin.”
Isabelle was startled and felt very heartbroken.
Wesley had a difficult life, but who was responsible for all of this?
She dared not dwell on it further and tightly pinched her fingers. Isabelle’s fingertips gradually trembled as she left Wesley’s apartment, her face pale with despair.
In the apartment, Wesley watched Isabelle walk away and made a phone call.
The man over there said, “On the first day back to the country, how’s your preparation?”
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“Warren, things have gone wrong,” Wesley sighed, “The one you saw at the airport, Isabelle. She was actually with Warren.”
“Oh?” The man feigned surprise and then sneered. “Mr. Clifford, think carefully, is this a bad thing?”
Wesley frowned, his thoughts shifting and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes after a change in thinking. “Having Bella by Warren’s side, it’s not necessarily a bad thing, on the contrary–”
“Congratulations, Mr. Clifford, for gaining an insider. For the sake of revenge, why not take back your inheritance and let your niece suffer a little?” The man chuckled softly.
In Wesley’s hateful eyes, he appeared paranoid and cold–hearted. “Yeah. Thanks for the advice.”
“I will naturally help you. Have a pleasant cooperation,” the man hung up the phone.
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Isabelle returned to the villa, which she had secretly referred to as the “House of Love” in her heart half a month ago.
Love had just sprouted, but fate played a cruel joke on her.
They were as sweet as they used to be before, but now they are as ironic as they used to be.
Isabelle stared blankly at the heavy snowfall outside the window, and suddenly, for a moment, she wished she had turned into a snowflake. That way, she wouldn’t have to suffer, be torn, doubt, and ultimately despair.
Maggie was terrified when she saw Ms. Spencer come back with her shoulders covered in snow, and quickly went to get a towel. “Ms.
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Spencer, why didn’t you use an umbrella…”
Maggie came out of the bathroom, and Ms. Spencer, with no expression on her face and an extremely pale complexion, went upstairs. She abruptly closed the door and entered the room.
Late at night, Warren finally returned.
Snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the man’s coat, and he gently brushed them off with his slender fingers.
This was the first snow of the winter, and also the first snow he had encountered since meeting her. Tomorrow morning, Warren might be able to hold Isabelle in his arms by the window and enjoy the snow.
He furrowed his brows, looking extremely exhausted. Then, Warren slightly relaxed his brows, but the furrow on his forehead remained, as he put on a silver mask and pushed open the bedroom door.
Warren, however, saw Isabelle’s slender body, seemingly fainting on the carpet!
“Isabelle?” Warren ran over quickly.
Isabelle fell into a dream.
I don’t know why, but I dreamt about her grandfather and mother lying in a car accident, covered in blood and with scars all over their faces. Isabelle also dreamt about Wesley’s severed leg. Her mother’s usually gentle and beautiful face turned into a grimace as she questioned her, “Bella, why did you choose to be with the villain who killed us? And why did you get pregnant with his child?”
“Ah… Ah!” Isabelle screamed as she opened her eyes. It wasn’t uncommon for her to dream about her mother, but this time she was
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laughing.
This was the first time, in her dream, her mother was in a state of devastation, looking at her with hatred.
“Ms. Spencer!” The man’s warm, large hand tightly grasped her shoulder, gently guiding her face back into position. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Isabelle looked up and saw the man’s face through her teary eyes, the silver mask…
She trembled all over and suddenly pushed Warren away!
Warren came back and put on the mask again, transforming into L to deceive her!
What kind of man was he, adept at hiding by any means necessary? His hands bore the blood of her mother and grandfather.
“Don’t touch me,” Isabelle said, feeling extremely cold–hearted. She found Warren terrifying and detestable, and her body involuntarily shrank back, all the way into the corner of the wall.
“What’s wrong with you?” Warren furrowed his brow, feeling very suspicious, his face darkening. Just now, Warren touched her small hand and it was extremely cold.
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