Chapter 134


    Izabe walked up to Lucas with a cold expression, giving off a chilling vibe. "Lucas, you think that


    ming me for our dad''s death will make you feel better and help you pretend that you didn''t y a


    part in it? If you were a little more reasonable and kept an eye on dad instead of leaving him to sign


    that contract, he wouldn''t have died, and the Salotti family wouldn''t be ruined!"


    Throwing the me around wasn''t something new. Words could be like a knife, piercing people until


    they''re bleeding heavily.


    At this moment, when Lucas made eye contact with her, he subconsciously stepped back, his heart


    filling with fear and anxiety, like a trapped beast struggling in vain.


    The woman holding his hand clearly felt him shaking. Hearing Izabe''s cold questioning, she was a


    little scared as well.


    Now that she saw Lucas being afraid, the differences between them became very apparent, making


    her think that he was utterly useless, even afraid of his own sister.


    She pinched Lucas''s arm forcefully. "Lucas, she''s just shifting the me, putting the cart before the


    horse!"


    The sudden pain in his arm brought Lucas back to reality. After being goaded by the woman''s


    words, he raised his hand immediately.


    Izabe didn''t panic at all. With cold eyes, she stared at his raised hand, thinking that if he pped


    her, she would cut off all ties with him from now on!


    At that moment, her father''sst words to her on the phone kept reying in her mind.


    "Izabe, you take good care of your brother."


    Lucas''s p never came down as she wished.


    He withdrew his hand with a cold expression, saying word by word, "Izabe, who do you think you


    are? Everyone who has anything to do with you ends up being miserable. You''re like a disaster


    ma. You know Presley, right? Do you know why he had to go abroad? He was forced out by


    Brett! Hispany was going downhill because no one dared to work with him, and he was about


    to end up like the Salotti family. He had to go abroad to save the Felton Group."


    Lucas sneered, "You should know better than anyone why Brett was targeting Presley."


    Izabe stiffened in disbelief, her voice trembling as she asked, "What did you say?"


    Lucas paused for a moment, mocking her with a smile. "I see you didn''t know. How do you even


    have the courage to live in this world? You think you''ve married a good man and enjoy all the things


    that he brought you, while everyone around you is stripped of everything they have."


    Izabe''s mind was in a daze, and after hearing the earlier part, she couldn''t help but cover her


    mouth, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the trembling sound.


    So that was the real reason why Presley left the country.


    How could she believe that he went abroad just to study? He was researching all along in the


    country, and he already had achieved some results. Going abroad meant having to start everything


    from scratch.


    Lucasughed mockingly. He knew his sister better than anyone, and he knew that breaking her


    heart would bring her more pain than any physical harm.


    Biting her from the inside out would make her feel unbearable. Whenever Izabe saw Brett in the


    future, she would think of Presley and she would be in pain!


    Lucas revealed a triumphant smile, wrapping his arm around the waist of the woman beside him.


    She nced at Izabe, her elbow hitting her brutally as she walked past Izabe.


    Izabe staggered and hit the wall.


    "Oops, I didn''t mean it."


    Lucas nced at Izabe, though he couldn''t see her face. He just saw her slender figure slightly


    leaned forward, holding onto the wall.


    Feeling a sense of strangeness, he turned his head and said, "Serves her right, let''s just ignore her


    and go."


    Little did Lucas know, Izabe was covering her mouth while her back was turned, but she couldn''t


    stop herself from vomiting blood.


    The thick, red blood fell through her fingers onto the floor. Her stomach twisted with pain, tears


    blurred her eyes, and her ears buzzed like bees had flown into them.


    She looked at the blood on the floor, realizing she had almost forgotten the taste of blood, as it had


    been so long since shest coughed it up.


    Izabe stumbled into the bathroom and began to dry-heave over the sink. Soon, the bit of beef that


    she had just eaten along with the blood came back up.


    She hadn''t eaten much, and by the end, all that was left was stomach acid. She looked up at her


    reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing herself with her red, swollen eyes, tearful gaze, and


    makeup smeared all over her face. Her skin was as pale as a sheet, resembling a ghost.


    Izabe leaned on the sink and forced a smile at her reflection, but it only came out uglier than


    crying.


    She grabbed a tissue, moistened it, and wiped off the dirty makeup on her face, then reapplied


    some powder and lipstick. No matter how much she tried to fix her appearance, she still looked


    haggard, just like her stomach---broken beyond repair, no matter how many pills she swallowed.


    When Izabe left the bathroom, the blood stains on the floor were already cleaned up. She threw


    the tissues into the garbage bin and left to find Brett.


    She had been in the bathroom for so long that Brett was about to get up and look for her, fearing


    she was lost. Just then, he saw her walking back slowly.


    "What took you so long? I thought you got lost." Brett only noticed Izabe''s pale face after she sat


    down again.


    "What happened?"


    Izabe was out of energy and couldn''t even manage to question him. But what would happen if


    she did? Would things change? Would Presleye back?


    If she questioned him for Presley''s sake, Brett would only get angrier.


    For the first time, Izabe felt such disgust for power and influence. It was great to have in your own


    hands but it was horrible when wielded by others---It gave them control over you, making you as


    helpless as a fish on a cutting board.


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    "I ran into Lucas just now." Izabe rarely shared with Brett what she went through, but this time her


    voice was so weak that one could barely hear her.


    "Lucas? He''s here too?"


    "Yes."


    "What did he say to you? You look terrible."


    "We talked about the old days when I first inherited the Salotti Group. You know, when I was


    seventeen, and after my grandfather died, I left school to go to thepany, and for a while the


    Salotti Group almost copsed."


    Brett nodded. He had met Izabe during that time, so he could vividly remember that period. In


    some ways, Izabe and he were alike---they both had a tough and aggressive working style, a


    sharp personality that easily offended people. But they didn''t care about that, because they were


    good at their jobs.


    If there was one big difference, it was that he hadn''t met his match so far, while Izabe had met


    him and she had lost for the first time.


    "So, you managed to keep the Salotti Group going for six years, which is already pretty impressive."


    Brett sincerelyplimented her.


    "But it was still gone, didn''t it, Brett? I actually thought about giving the Salotti Group to you before.


    You''re stronger than me, so instead of letting it die in my hands, I should pass it on to you. Who


    knows, maybe it could even stand side by side with the Windham Group and reach new heights?"


    Too bad she overestimated the Salotti Group. Brett didn''t want to cooperate with them for mutual


    benefit; he wanted to swallow the Salotti Group whole and make it vanish from the business world.