Chapter 135
Three months before the Salotti Group got into trouble, its shares started to plunge. Izabe had
thought of such an oue, but she was too afraid of her thoughts bing reality, and time and
time again she ignored it.
For four years, she thought she had grasped the illusion of her life, but in reality, it was Brett who
had been using her, step by step swallowing up the Salotti Group.
Thinking about this ironic event, she didn''t know whether it was because the guy was too heartless
and unfaithful, or because the girl was just too silly.
"When I first took over the Salotti Group, the old shareholders lectured me, saying I wasn''t slick
enough, my personality was too sharp and I always insisted on doing things my own way, making it
easy to offend people. I listened, but I didn''t make any changes." Izabe breathed slowly and
heavily, and after a sigh, she continued bitterly, "Now I regret it."
Brett followed up with her question, "What do you regret about?"
"I regret being too stubborn, not knowing how to adapt, and sealing off all my escape routes. If I
hadn''t met you and forced you to marry me, the oue might have beenpletely different."
Izabe''s tone was heavy and sorrowful, with a sense of resignation.
Her heart was unwilling, and she hated herck of strength.
Brett''s face changed, but he didn''t say anything and just stared at Izabe.
"Lucas stopped me today and said that if he had taken over the Salotti family back then, it probably
wouldn''t have ended up like this."
Brett sneered with deeper meaning, "He''s quite confident, huh? If it was him who took over the
Salotti family, it might have been gone five years ago."
Izabe propped up her chin, her lips lightly pursed together.
If she hadn''t talked to Lucas today and heard all that, she would have almost forgotten that she
used to be so fierce, invincible, and living life so proudly and freely.
But when did she be like this? When did she lose her pride and dignity?
After marrying Brett, she lost herself and her once sharp sword had be rusty.
Izabe''s thoughts began to drift far away, and the beef in front of her had turned cold. Brett called
the waiter to remove it and ordered some fresh seafood soup with Australian lobster.
"Is your stomach problem caused by daydreaming while you eat?"
Brett''s voice awakened Izabe. She stared at the porridge and stirred it slowly with a spoon.
"Brett, I want to work."
Brett let out a coldugh as if he had heard a joke, "Whichpany would want you?"
Izabe was unable to find a job before, and now it was revealed that she was mentally ill. No
matter how strong Izabe was in the past, nopany would want a mentally ill employee now.
Izabe lowered her head and took a sip of the hot soup. She rubbed the bowl with her fingertips,
her eyes downcast as if she was thinking about something. After some time, she said, "Didn''t you
say before that I could work at yourpany?"
This caught Brett off guard, "You would like that now?"
"It''s better than staying at home with nothing to do. Can I choose any position?"
Izabe had the ability, and Brett had always admired capable people, "What do you want to do?"
"You bought a piece ofnd today to develop into an amusement park, right? Let me take full
responsibility for this project. What do you think?" Izabe paused and continued calmly, "Besides,
isn''t thend under my name?"
She thought that Brett would have to think for a few days about such a big project, never expecting
him to agree immediately.
"Sure."
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Izabe felt like she was dreaming. She touched her earlobe and scooped some more soup to take
a few more sips. Her stomach was a little sour and painful from just throwing up, so Izabe quickly
got full.
Brett said, "I will arrange a few people to follow you."
Izabe understood that Brett didn''t trust herpletely. He arranged for a few people to help her
handle things on the surface, but in reality, they were there to watch her.
Brett thought too highly of her. She didn''t have the same means or the same amount of time as him.
What she wanted to do was simple - the Felton Group had gotten into trouble because of her, so
she wanted to take on this project and cooperate with the Felton Group.
Izabe calmly replied, "Okay."
Izabe remained quiet after getting in the car and didn''t mention anything about her uing
work.
The night view of R City was beautiful, with neon lights shining like stars and countless streetlights
illuminating the way home.
The car yed music that calmed the nerves, and she waspletely engrossed in watching the
scenery outside.
She wondered how long she would be able to enjoy this view. The summer in R City was short, and
it felt like just a few days ago she was still wearing short sleeves. Now she needed to wear a coat,
especially at night when the chilly wind blew in through the open windows.
She couldn''t help but shiver, and suddenly, her back and shoulders felt warm. She turned to look,
and Brett had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over her.
Brett had drunk some wine, and his usually cold eyes were now filled with liquor, making them
somewhat intoxicating.