Chapter 237


    “So how did you manage to get money from your family’spany ount before? Just do it the same


    way this time.”


    Isabe shot rk a charming smile, even batting her eyshes at him seductively.


    Usually, whenever she gave him that look, rk would curse under his breath and throw her onto the b


    ed, making passionate love to her. But this time, it was different.


    He nced at the annoying bandages wrapped around Isabe’s hands and feet.


    “Alright, I’ll get outside and make a call. The money should be in the ount within two hours, rk rel


    uctantly agreed.


    He promised to help Isabe get five million dors to repay Lysander.


    On one hand, it was because Isabe mentioned that if Lysander found out that he was given the five


    million dors five years ago. Lysander woulde after him.


    This threat made rk feel hesitant.


    On the other hand, Isabe was right. She had the ability to bounce back, otherwise, where did all the


    money she sporadically gave him over the past five yearse from? Surely, it was because she was


    capable.


    rk had to rely on Isabe, and it wasn’t time for them to break up yet.


    Besides, if he broke up with Isabe, he doubted he


    would ever find another woman who could constantly give him money and was as passionate and inten


    se in bed as Isabe.


    They needed each other, so it was a give–and–take rtionship!


    It was best to keep things as they were.


    Isabe let out a captivatingugh. “You are always so nice to me, and you’re the most capable, I don’t


    love anyone but you.”


    “Enough, stop ying innocent in front of me. Once you recover, I’ll show you how much I love you,” Cl


    ark shot her a nce before stepping outside to make the call.


    The moment rk left, Isabe’s weak and coquettish expression vanished instantly, reced by a fier


    ce, teeth–grinding grimace.


    If she had a better choice, why would she ever settle for rk?


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    It was all because of rk’s wealthy family. If she could marry rk and get a share of his family’s wea


    lth, she could live a worry–


    free and luxurious life. Otherwise, she would have kicked rk to the curb a long time ago.


    It was all because Leopold ignored her, otherwise, she wouldn’t put up with such humiliation!


    At four in the afternoon, Isabe got the money. She was about to go to the Sinir group to return the


    money to Lysander, showing her repentance.


    Isabe’s hands and feet were still not healed, so she sat in a wheelchair with her mother pushing her.


    The Sinir group, president’s office.


    Lysander sat in the president’s chair, hisrge figure exuding an imposing aura. A cold air radiated from


    him as he looked down at some files.


    Isabe pushed herself forward in her wheelchair and came to Lysander’s desk. With her bandaged ha


    nds, she held up the bank card with a respectful, polite, and somewhat fearful smile on her


    face. “Mr. Sinir, this is the five million dors I owe you. Five years ago, I was misled by Faye, and fo


    olishly helped her to create the illusion that Thssa was dead. Considering that I’m Thssa’s cousin,


    and I sincerely regret my actions, I hope you can forgive me.”


    Without even raising his head or giving her a nce, Lysander remained silent.


    David, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and took the


    card from her. “Miss Isabe, you can leave now.”


    Isabe nodded and gave a nervous smile.


    Lysander was still nonchnt, seemingly not forgiving her.


    She wanted to say something to break the ice. Mentioning Thssa was the best way to get Lysander’


    s attention.


    So instead of leaving right away, Isabe sighed lightly and said, “It’s such a pity about Thssa. She


    was the top student in my area


    and got epted into Starhaven College with excellent grades. But after only two years, she had to dro


    p out.”


    Lysander’s pen paused as he looked up, his cold and oppressive gaze focusing