Chapter 132
At a local country club, Isabe''s lips curled into a smile. She was d in a sleek, ck dress that
entuated her slender figure.
Years ago, after Magnus'' leg was crushed in an ident, she stayed by his side, witnessing his
helplessness. Her parents urged her to leave the crippled man, but she couldn''t.
Magnus, now the CEO of Andersen Corporation, was still irresistible to her - especially when she saw
his recent photos in a wheelchair. Her heart pounded uncontrobly at the sight. She quickly returned
home to catch up on the events. Magnus had taken revenge by marrying Kendra, but the woman''s
recent scandal with Lucius had been the talk of the town.
Magnus standing tall again, no longer handicapped, was a sight to behold. He was as handsome as
ever, exuding an aura of a mncholic prince descending from the heavens - cold, yet captivatingly
handsome. She was determined to win him back.
They once shared a mutual fondness for each other. He had genuinely liked her and had even drawn
portraits of her. They would spend hours talking about everything and nothing. But after his ident,
everything changed.
Upon learning that Magnus had divorced Kendra and was now with her sister - a mere substitute - she
knew she needed to fight for him. Regardless of Kendra or the substitute, she was determined to take
back her man.
Things seemed simpler now. She knew Kendra hadn''t given up and proposed an alliance, which the
naive woman readily agreed to.
On the other end of the phone, Kendra was overjoyed at Isabe''s proposition, her spirits lifted from
the gloom of recent days.
"Natalia, I will defeat you. I swear it."
At eight in the evening, Kendra arrived early at the coffee shop, nervously scanning the room for any
sign of Isabe.
Just as Kendra was about to give up and leave, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she
was greeted by a woman dressed in a ck dress, smiling cordially at her.
The woman had a mature grace about her, her almond-shaped eyes flicked upwards, her face adorned
with delicate makeup and her hair cut short, exuding an air of sophistication.
"Ms. rkson, I recognized you immediately," the woman extended her hand with a smile.
"Uh… yes, hi," Kendra stammered in response.
After settling down, Isabe got straight to the point. "I heard you married Magnus, then divorced him,
and now he''s with your sister. Is Magnus happy? Or perhaps is he deeply in love with your sister?"
Isabe asked, trying to gauge Kendra''s reaction.
"Well, not at all. Magnus doesn''t like my sister. She just clings to him. Magnus seems helpless. After
all, my sister can''t hold a candle to you," Kendra ttered, hoping to stay on Isabe''s good side.
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It seemed the woman in front of her wanted to get back together with Magnus. Since they weren''t
familiar with each other, Kendra had to leave a good impression on Isabe.
"Really? From what I heard, it doesn''t seem to be the case." Isabe said with a smile, but Kendra
sensed an underlying chill in her words.
"No, no, few people know what is going on. I am her sister, and I know it best. Just a few days ago,
Natalia threw a fit because Magnus deceived her. No matter how Magnus tried tofort her, she
didn''t give in. In my opinion, their rtionship is on the rocks," Kendra said.
"It turns out Magnus can be sweet and caring too, but he has never done that with me before."
Isabe''s eyes dimmed as she thought to herself.
Seeing Kendra''s eagerness to help, Isabe felt a glimmer of hope. But she knew she couldn''t trust
Kendrapletely.
Isabe put on a smile. "Oh, is that so? Could you help arrange a meeting with Magnus for me then? I
want to see him."
"Oh sure, absolutely!” Kendra was more than willing.
"Let''s do it tomorrow. Go to theirpany. He passes the elevator entrance on the third floor every day
at nine o''clock. You can pretend toe out of the elevator..."
Kendra, who was about to say something else, was interrupted by Isabe. "That''s enough, I can
handle things myself from now on. Thanks for your help today. We''ll be in touch."
Isabe then gave her a courteous but clearly fake smile. However, her acting skills were undeniably
good.
Seeing that Isabe wanted to get in touch with Magnus through her, Kendra''s eyes revealed a sly
smile!
...
The next morning, Isabe, dressed in an elegant outfit and light makeup, set out to meet Magnus. She
timed her arrival at his office building perfectly, making sure Magnus saw her as she exited the
elevator.
Magnus was on his way to teach his young wife how to drive when he spotted a familiar figure.
Isabe? What was she doing here?
His mind was flooded with memories of their past before the ident. Back then, they were in love.
One day on campus, a petite girl approached him, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"This... this letter is for you. Be sure to read it," she said before running off.
"Such a cute girl," Magnus thought, opening the letter. It was a love letter expressing her feelings for
him.
The next morning, Magnus arrived at the school gate early, waiting for her. When the girl finally arrived,
she was taken aback at the sight of him and fled.
Magnus hadn''t anticipated this and quickly hurried to catch up. "Hey! What''s with you? Who confesses
their feelings then goes into hiding."
"I... I was afraid you''d reject me." The girl in front of him had a misty veil over her eyes, threatening to
spill over into tears at any moment.
"Whoa, whoa, don''t cry. I didn''t do anything to you."
"But what if you don''t want to be with me. The thought alone is heartbreaking. And how could you tell
me not to cry..."
Her long hair glistened in the sunlight, radiating a golden glow.
"I''ll be with you, okay? But no more crying."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"What?! You really want to be with me?!"
She looked unbelievingly at the attractive boy in front of her. He was handsome like a prince, making
her heart beat so fast.
"Yes."
"Hi, I''m Magnus."
"Isabe."
After that, the two spent some wonderful time together. Magnus indeed treated her as a girlfriend,
apanying her to and from school every day. During that time, the girls at school were insanely
jealous of Isabe.