<h4>Chapter 753 - Seven Hundred And Fifty-three: Find Me, Natasha</h4>


    The third point of view:


    "Tell me all you know about that girl?" Isabe cornered Julie after she managed to escape from Pedro and the never-ending guests that wanted to have a word or one with her.


    Currently, Reina and Cecil were on the stage entertaining guests with tales of the great rtionship between both families. It was enough to take the attention off her until she got what she wanted.


    "Thought you were never going to ask," Julie smirked at her, pulling out his cellphone and opening the pdf document.


    Isabe received the phone from him and began to go through the report even as Julie said to her, "She has quite a lot of properties that she inherited from herte husband, and her record''s sparkling clean,"


    "You can''t have such an amount of wealth without dirtying your hands...." She scrolled further and came to a startling discovery," She got married at the age of eighteen to an eighty-eight-year-old man? Sounds like a gold digger to me"


    Julie sighed, "You can''t exactly call her a gold digger, she''s just trying to survive,"


    Isabe arched her brow at him, "By reaping where you didn''t sow?"


    "You said it yourself, Isabe. Life is a survival of the fittest. You were born with a silver spoon and would never understand the plight of themon?"


    "And you were?" She hinted he wasn''t born amoner either.


    "I''m just saying you shouldn''t judge her, " he said.


    "I''m not judging her. You would have to be interested in one''s life to judge them?" she muttered, eyes glued on the screen as she scrolled further down.


    "If you''re not interested in her, then why ask me to investigate her? She saved your mother, you should be thanking her, not suspecting her," he told her.


    "You''re right, I should thank you," Isabe acquiesced yet added, "However, I just found out that we''ve met years back in my father''s office in a suspicious manner. If it wasn''t for the fact that her father seems to have no idea about her, I would have thought there was some sort of connection between them....."


    Isabe suddenly stopped," or maybe there''s indeed a connection between us... ``There was a calctive look in her eyes as her mind got busy once again.


    "What is it?" Julie was concerned when he saw the speed at which Isabe used to skim over the pages she had already read.


    "I need to go know more about her mother," Isabe hasn''t given much thought to that aspect of the report and must have skipped it in a haste to know more about her - Deborah''s - personal life.


    "Why?" Julie was curious. As much as he found Isabe annoying, the way her mind works awes him.


    Isabe nced up at him, "Because?moments ago, your annoying fiancée Anabelle made ament I thought stood about Deborah and I looking simr,"


    "And?"


    "And I suddenly have this disturbing feeling in the pit of my stomach,"


    Julie snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. Isabe was really a strange person, "How do you having a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach have to do with -"


    "Her mother was once a model?" Isabe came to that paragraph?and groaned, rubbing her head, "You gotta be kidding me?"


    "Why? What''s wrong?" Julie was a bit lost here and then peeped at the phone''s screen, reading the report from where Isabe stopped, "Deborah''s mother was once a model who worked at Spencer''s....." He trailed off as he digested the information he just received.


    "She''s a Spencer," It dawned on Isabe, "That''s where she got the amber eyes - my father''s eyes. Deborah is a Spencer by blood,"


    "Uncle Nius is a legend," Julie didn''t even know whether he was being sarcastic or not.


    "I need to speak to her. She must have a reason for showing up now. ," Isabe said,ing out from the shadows.


    "What if she doesn''t want to talk about it," Julie said after her with no intention of stopping her. He would be a fool to stop a determined Isabe.


    "She has no choice either," Isabe replied to him and then added under breath, "Because I have a disturbing feeling she came bearing a grudge,"


    Isabe walked with a stride and was busy searching for a trace of Deborah when she heard a collective shocked gasp from the crowd and she frowned.


    Call it instincts but Isabe sensed something was wrong when she saw the way some women cupped their mouths and the few who saw her had sympathetic gazes while the men had disapproving looks in their eyes. What was going on?


    Since all of them were facing forward, Isabe turned around and her gaze rested on the projection screen.


    Unfortunately, the screen that had once been disying she and Pedro''s moments together had changed, and instead, the slide show disyed a pregnancy scan report; screenshotted conversation of Pedro and Natasha where he asked her to abort the baby; photoshoots of Pedro and Natasha that night at the hotel room where she brought him to his room and in the morning when she left the room with only the sheets wrapped around her chest to cover her nudity since Pedro chased her out.


    There had been an eerie silence for a moment, seeming as if time had frozen. To Isabe, it might have been a trip back in time because she suddenly saw herself as that ten-year-old girl once again whose grandparents came to announce the demise of her mother. At that announcement, it seemed as if the colors of the works vanished and the world seemed in ck and white.


    It was the same case with Isabe right now as she stared at the screen. The scan photos of the child in the womb were thest thing she saw before the time freeze copsed and then she could hear sounds once again. There was a great murmuring and she saw some people taking pictures - those were paparazzi she suspected came with the disguise as friends.


    Security details approached them to stop them from taking pictures but Isabe swiftly turned around and at the same time made a call, "This is yourst chance, find me, Natasha,"