Chapter 128


    What on earth made Brett good to her anyway? Just saying a few caring words and not divorcing


    her means he loves her? Like she gave a damn about that?


    Izabe suddenly stood up, her body exuding an icy aura that forced others to hold their breath


    involuntarily.


    "You haven''t experienced what I''ve been through, so you think he''s kind-hearted." She was still


    young and easily deceived by appearances.


    At this point, Izabe had forgotten that she was only twenty-four and had been through all kinds of


    experiences in just four short years, tasting all the bitterness life had to offer.


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    "If he was really as great as you think he is, my life wouldn''t be so hard now."


    Did Brett think that by letting Jennifer, a stranger, say a few good words for him, everything that had


    happened could be easily wiped away?


    Izabe turned on the faucet to wash her hands, feeling like everything was like water flowing away,


    impossible to get back.


    When Brett came home from work, he asked about Izabe''s situation as usual.


    Jennifer said she was fine and then recounted the conversation she and Izabe had at lunch.


    Jennifer carefully watched Brett''s reaction as she spoke, relieved to see that his expression


    remained calm.


    "You don''t need to talk to her about this, she''s in a rebellious phase and will only find me annoying."


    Brett didn''t think he had done anything wrong and med Izabe''s illness and rebellion for


    everything.


    He had always been confident, believing that time could heal, and if he was good enough to


    Izabe, she would eventually move on.


    A drop of water wouldn''t melt an iceberg, but over time, even the tiniest drops of water could wear


    away stone.


    Did Izabe think he wasn''t treating her well enough? From now on, he would focus most of his


    energy on her.


    The next morning, Brett asked Izabe to apany him to a bidding event.


    Izabe was a bit grumpy when getting up and covered her ears with the nket when she heard


    Brett''s voice.


    Brett knew she didn''t want to see him and found him annoying, but he didn''t care, sitting on the bed


    to pull off her nket.


    "Get up, Jennifer has already made breakfast."


    With the nket pulled away, Izabe rolled her eyes and snapped, "I''m not going, why do I have to


    attend yourpany''s bidding? I''m not your employee."


    Brett finally got a response. Although her tone wasn''t very nice, he was still happy and smiled at


    her, "You looked bored at home, so get up, I''ll pick you an outfit, I want you to look good."


    He said it without looking at her, picking out an outfit from the closet and putting it on the bed, "Try


    this, you look great in red."


    Izabe got annoyed, picking up the skirt and throwing it at Brett, "Didn''t you hear what I said? I''m


    not going!"


    Brett picked up the skirt from the floor and then fiddled with his phone.


    Izabe stared at him irritably, wondering what he was up to until her phone vibrated by the bedside.


    she received a transfer of one million dors.


    Izabe picked up her phone and checked the transaction history, confirming that Brett had just


    transferred her the money.


    Brett raised an eyebrow, looking rxed after transferring the money, "Go with me today, and I''ll


    give you another million when we get back, deal?"


    Izabe wanted to say that she couldn''t be bought off with a little money, but hearing there was


    another million afterward, she suppressed her anger.


    While this may not be much money to Brett, it could make a significant difference to her.


    Just going out with him for a day would give her two million, which could be donated to an


    orphanage even if she didn''t use it.


    Izabe got up from bed, "Alright, I''ll go."


    Brett nodded in satisfaction, headed to the bathroom to run the warm water and test the


    temperature, he even put toothpaste on her toothbrush for her.


    Izabe changed into the red dress, a bold and vibrant color that was hard for most people to pull


    off, but she always pulled off almost every style and color.


    She had gained some weight in the past couple of weeks, and her figure was as good as ever.


    No matter how much she ate, her waist remained incredibly slim, the perfect hourss figure.


    Izabe sat down at the makeup table to apply makeup. She had naturally good skin, so all she


    needed was light makeup and lipstick.


    Her eyshes were thick and long, so she only needed to curl them slightly with an eysh curler.


    Women never liked to be disturbed while they got dressed, so Brett went downstairs and waited.


    It only took her a few minutes toe down, fully made up and looking fabulous.


    Brett sat at the dining table, eating breakfast Jennifer had prepared—some shrimp and pies with


    pancakes.


    Brett looked up as he heard hering down the stairs, and his eyes widened in surprise at her


    stunning appearance.


    It had been a long time since he''d seen Izabe properly dressed up like this, and she looked


    absolutely gorgeous—her long hair swept up, showing off her swan-like neck and wless skin.


    This version of Izabe reminded him of their encounter at the banquet six years ago, but now she


    was more mature and had a slightlyzy attitude, her eyes showing that she didn''t care about


    anything.