Chapter 71


    Isabe inexplicably panicked when she heard about it. She immediately


    made a call, but Lara’s assistant seemed helpless as she stated that her


    boss wasn’t sick and since they paid a deposit, they would want the car.


    “Don’t call again. Miss Shaffer is very busy.”


    Isabe felt frustrated. She didn’t want this deal at all; it was pushed to her by


    Lara, yet now it seemed like she was the one chasing after it.


    She hung up the phone, confirmed the details with her colleague from the


    contract department, and returned to her office while feeling uneasy.


    Natasha suddenly called when it was almost time to get off work. She invited


    Isabe to the opening banquet of a new store in Bleaktown.


    “I won’t go. I’m exhausted these days, and my feet are still hurting.”


    “It’s because you’re tired that you shoulde out and rx. Besides, you’ll


    be taking a car and not walking. What does it have to do with your foot pain?”


    Natasha’s tone carried excitement. “Come on. It’s an important moment. You


    have toe to witness it.”


    Isabe knew that Natasha held an eighty percent stake in this store. It was a


    gift from Dariel and basically considered a future separation fee, which was


    significant yet cruel for Natasha.


    She gritted her teeth. “Fine. Wait for me then.”


    “Great!”


    “Wait.” Isabe remembered and asked, “Will Seth and the others be there?”


    “What are you thinking? Bleaktown is a two-hour drive from Imperia. Do you


    think those presidents woulde over in the middle of the night just to join


    my celebration?” Natasha was speechless.


    Isabe chuckled. “You’re right.”


    She got the address from Natasha and nned to take the high-speed rail.


    Natasha arranged for someone to wait for her at the station.


    She had gone several days without proper sleep and had a severe injury to


    her foot, but she was having a night out now. She felt she was a bit crazy.


    At the high-speed rail station, she almost fell asleep but managed to board


    the train before copsing.


    She dozed off and was woken up by the train attendant upon arrival.


    After rubbing her face, she got off the train with her bag, and there she saw


    the person Natasha arranged. It was someone from Golnd Lounge whom


    she recognized.


    “The store is crowded. Otherwise, Natasha would havee herself.”


    Isabe smiled and said it was fine while the person warmly talked about the


    bustling situation in the store, the big shots who arrived, and how she


    admired Natasha’s ability.


    Isabe thought that Dariel was indeed a generous financier. Natasha had


    been with him for five years and got everything she could have except for


    love.


    She felt a little sad after witnessing Natasha’s transformation from that


    innocent and straightforward person to today’s invincible self. She felt inferior


    to Natasha afterparing herself to Natasha. Natasha lost her old self but


    found a new one, while she only lost her former self and remained confused.


    The person ahead kept talking, and she casually replied a few words before


    they reached their destination.


    In the prime area of Bleaktown that was bustling with activity, there stood an


    impressive building with artistically craftedrge characters on top-Priceton.


    Princeton was simr to the word priceless. What a fitting name.


    Isabe breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt relieved. Natasha had


    finally fulfilled her wish, which didn’t seem like a disappointment after all.


    She followed the person who had received her all the way to the third floor.


    She surveyed the entirety of Priceton and found that the decoration was


    extravagant, even more exaggerated than that of Golnd Lounge. From the


    looks of it, it must have cost hundreds of millions.


    Natasha, who was dressed in a red gown and wearing a feather mask,


    emerged from the crowd and pulled Isabe into a private room upon seeing


    her.


    “How’s it? Impressive, right?” The woman had bright red lips. She removed her


    mask, and her entire face was adorned with vibrant colors.


    Isabe nodded. “Amazing.”


    Natasha smiled and fetched a set of clothes and a mask for her. “It’s crowded


    today. You should go outter and have some fun, too.”


    Isabe hesitated while holding onto the clothes and sat down.


    “The people who came today are all big shots. You’ve finally established


    yourself.”


    Natasha’s lips curled up. “Dariel kept his promises.”


    Isabe observed her gaze and detected a hint of sarcasm before she


    sighed. “Priceton must have cost hundreds of millions.”


    Natasha raised two fingers. “To be more urate, it’s 18 million.”


    Isabe felt a sense of awe in her heart, yet a hint of resignation surfaced on


    her face. “I really don’t understand this man. He’s willing to spend so much


    money on you but has held you back for so many years.”


    Natasha chuckled, sat beside Isabe, and fixed her hair while saying, “Do


    you think he’s really that willing?”


    Isabe raised an eyebrow. “If he wasn’t willing, could you have held a knife to


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    his neck and forced him?”


    Natasha replied casually, “I can’t, but his child can.”


    Isabe didn’t understand. “What?”


    “A year ago, I was pregnant,” Natasha said in a casual tone. “He promised me


    that he would give me 15 million if I aborted the child.”