Chapter 146


    Dariel paid an unexpected visit and walked into the president’s office as if it


    were his own home. He disregarded Seth’s cold gaze and casually lounged


    on the couch.


    On the screen, Isabe boasted, “How do you know he didn’t ask me to stay


    at home and take care of the kids?”


    Dariel let out a surprised sound and turned to Seth. Mimicking the manners of


    a youngdy, he said, “Oh, is that true?”


    Seth remained silent.


    “You guys have children?” Dariel clicked his tongue, boldly testing the waters.


    Seth stared at Isabe, impressed. She truly has no shame.


    On the screen, Isabe and Angelina continued their argument.


    “You want to marry him and be Mrs. Shaffer? In your dreams.”


    “Sorry, but dreams mighte true soon.”


    Dariel clicked his tongue and yfully approached Seth. “Ooh, she’s a


    schemer. She wants to marry you.”


    Seth pursed his lips tightly, his brows subtly furrowing. He gazed at Isabe,


    feeling conflicted. He might feel happy if she agreed to return as his


    secretary. He wanted their rtionship to go back to how it was. But she


    wants to marry me? “She’s delusional,” Seth said. The stirring Isabe caused


    in him was extinguished. He disliked women who didn’t know their ce.


    Dariel was a little surprised. He could see that Seth’s coldness was genuine.


    “You don’t want to marry Isabe?”


    Seth looked at Dariel as if he were a fool. Refusing to waste any more time


    talking to him, he pushed his chair back, opened his drawer, and searched for


    some cigarettes. Seth lit one for himself and tossed the box to Dariel.


    “Will you marry Natasha, then?”


    It was the same question, but asked by a different person. Without hesitation,


    Dariel said, “No way.”


    Seth exhaled a ring of smoke. Looking inscrutable, he said, “There’s your


    answer.”


    Dariel had nothing to say. He lost his mood to watch the drama. He only


    wanted to have fun with Natasha, and he thought Seth was different, but he


    was mistaken. We’re simr in nature. “Killjoy.” He didn’t even feel like lighting


    his cigarette. He gathered his belongings, stood up, and waved goodbye to


    Seth. “Bye.” He had just reached the doorway when the sound of someone


    crashing against a door came from the speakers.


    “Isabe!” Gordon appeared on the screen. Seth stopped smoking, and Dariel


    froze in his tracks.


    “Ah, the heroes for his princess.”


    Back on the fourteenth floor, Isabe was surprised by Gordon barging in and


    was somewhat at a loss.


    “Who are you? How did you get in here?” Angelina was shocked. Frightened


    by the man who stormed in, she retreated, shouting, “Guards!”


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    Gordon saw this woman arguing with Isabe the moment he entered. He


    turned around and noticed how pale Isabe was. “Forget your questions!


    She’s dying!” Gordon charged forward and kicked Angelina in the stomach.


    Angelina screamed in pain and fell through the gap between the desk and


    chair. Her sses were shattered. Isabe stood before her. When Angelina


    pushed the desk, it struck Isabe’s leg, and she gasped.


    Gordon quickly crouched down beside Isabe. “How are you feeling?”


    Isabe felt conflicted as she had nned this deliberately, yet Gordon


    managed to resolve the problem with just one kick. She felt no pity for


    Angelina at all. In fact, she didn’t even spare her a nce. “It hurts.”


    Gordon knew how resilient Isabe was. If she said it hurt, then it must be


    excruciating. Frustrated, he cursed, “Seth is aplete idiot. He had his men


    stop me, and this ce is like a maze, or I would have arrived here much


    earlier.”


    Isabe grinned and tried her best to take a deep breath. “C-Can you take


    me away?”


    She would never say that at any other time, but her entire body was numb


    and trembling.


    Gordon empathized with her. He quickly stood up and slid his hand under


    Isabe’s calves. Carefully, he lifted her up..


    Surprisingly, Angelina managed to get up, and she attempted to grab onto


    Gordon’s pants. “You’re not going anywhere! I’m going to sue you for assault!”


    Gordon desperately wanted to kill Angelina. He kicked her hand away and


    cursed, “Damn you and whatever you want to do. Sue me if you want. I can


    afford all your medical bills anyway.” He spoke arrogantly and carried


    Isabe away as if it were nobody’s business.


    Isabe curled up in his arms, feeling envious of Gordon. It’s great to have a


    wealthy father. He doesn’t have to give in at all. Her mind was a mess. She


    had no idea where Gordon was taking her, but then she heard the elevator


    doors slide open.


    “Well, if it isn’t Isabe.”