Chapter 150


    Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabe


    moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”


    Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his


    fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout


    the entire time you were in the conference room.”


    Isabe felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said


    that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became


    her own punishment, biting her in the rear.


    “I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.


    Isabe closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a


    word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveince footage to know that


    she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was


    ambitious.


    Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabe’s actions,


    tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were


    just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely


    rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox


    and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.


    Isabe remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she


    could imagine what he looked like. She said nothing, but she felt as if the heat


    of the cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her. She felt like a


    young girl who had a crush on a boy, only for her crush to find out about her


    feelings and reject her.


    It felt as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not a good match.”


    Even though Isabe was tough, she still couldn’t easily resolve this awkward


    situation. If she told him she had said those things on purpose as a ploy, it


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    would sound too much like an excuse. No one would believe that, let alone


    Seth.


    Isabe raised her hand and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t looking. She


    forced herself to calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of. You’ve seen


    worse. After that pep talk to herself, Isabe slowly got up from her seat. Seth


    looked into the rear-view mirror and met her gaze.


    Isabe said, “Any woman would kill to be the wife of thepany president.”


    The president’s wife… Seth frowned, something stirring in his heart. He


    reyed the scene he had witnessed in the afternoon and confirmed that


    the conversation explicitly stated Isabe wanted to be Mrs. Shaffer, not just


    the president’s wife.


    “I stayed by your side for five years and tended to your needs every day. I did


    everything you told me to and never left you. Even if you were an ordinary


    man, it would be hard for me not to fall for you.” Isabe tried to be


    reasonable and praised Seth to stroke his ego.


    Smoke swirled around in the driver’s seat. Some light passed through it, but


    Seth didn’t appear rxed. Isabe tried to guess what he was thinking, but


    all she saw was the back of his head. She could only rely on her intuition. “I


    wasn’t ying hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out of it, you know.”


    Isabe ruffled her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going to marry me


    anyway, so why are you holding me back?”


    Everything else was fake, but thest part was true. Maybe she had some


    emotions invested in it, so it sounded genuine. Seth was already annoyed by


    her little schemes, and after she said thest part of that sentence, he was


    reminded of what Gordon had said in the morning. That idiot wants to marry


    Isabe. “You don’t want me to hold you back because you think you have


    better opportunities out there?” Seth tossed his cigarette away and slightly


    turned his face away, hiding his head in the darkness, which made him


    appear more intimidating.


    Isabe tried to decipher his meaning ande up with a good enough


    answer.


    Seth noticed her contemtion, and he knew what she was thinking. He


    scoffed. “I can give you a hint.”


    Analysis failed. Isabe was on guard. Seth smirked.


    “Gordon wants to marry you.”


    Isabe thought she misheard him. “What?”


    Seth repeated himself, this time emphasizing every single word, “Gordon.


    Wants. To. Marry. You.”


    Isabe took a deep breath and ced her hands on herp, ready to


    confront him. She stared at Seth for a while. “I see.”


    That reaction was too calm. Seth felt like he didn’t receive the response he


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    desired, and his mood worsened. He turned back around, his back facing


    Isabe. Sarcastically, he said, “You may not be the wife of apany


    president, but you can be the daughter-inw of anotherpany


    president.”


    Isabe had discarded all her shame. She boldly said, “If I have a wedding,


    pleasee.”


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