The maid looked even more frightened, frozen in ce. Grazia tugged on Isabe’s sleeve, signaling her not to speak this way.


    Isabe looked at the intimidated people in the room. Fearful of a woman like this? She couldn’t understand. Clearly, Grazia was the mistress of this house, and even if Christina was Ro’s sister, she was just a guest.


    “Wow, who do you think you are, ordering our servants around?” Christina looked angry as she questioned Isabe.


    “Your servants? If I remember correctly, this house belongs to Ro and Grazia, not you.”


    “So what? I lived here before I got married. My brother’s home is my home. But you, where did youe from? How dare you be so rude and act like the mistress here? Grazia, is this woman your friend? Birds of a feather flock together.”


    Grazia was so angered by Christina’s words that her emotions surged, and her body trembled. Isabe noticed Grazia’s state and immediatelyforted her. Grazia was pregnant now and needed to maintain a positive mood. Isabe pulled Grazia behind her, adopting a protective stance.


    “Well, thank you for thepliment. Indeed, someone as beautiful, kind, and polite as me would only be friends with someone equally beautiful, kind, and polite like Grazia, not with someone like you.”


    “What do you mean? How dare you talk to me like this?” Christina felt like she was going to faint. In her brother’s house, Christina had always been the queen, getting whatever she wanted, and no one dared to resist her. However, in her own home, she was the one being bullied. She had entered into a marriage through an alliance, and her husband was harsh, often arguing and even hitting her. But she couldn’t resist; any rebellion would be met with a gun pointed at her by her husband. Ro had asked her to endure it for the sake of a well-managed marriage.


    Over the years, Christina didn’t know how much suffering she had endured in her marriage, but she didn’t dare to rebel against her husband. She could only vent her grievances and anger on her children and outsiders.


    As soon as she returned to her brother’s house, she would torment the maids. Later, when Grazia came, Christina started tormenting her too.


    In any case, relying on Ro’s favoritism toward her and the guilt he felt for sacrificing her marriage, she came to Ro’s house and behaved recklessly, like a queen.


    But she didn’t expect to encounter someone difficult to deal with today. Christina stared at Isabe, and Isabe stared back. Christina felt Isabe’s face was very cold, her eyes as icy as a knife glinting with a cold light, as if she was about to kill her in the next moment.


    Too terrifying!


    Christina couldn’t help but take a deep breath, but soon she regained herposure. This was her brother’s house, and also her home. Grazia hadn’t sumbed to her authority. The woman in front of her, Christina didn’t recognize her, and she probably didn’t have an especially powerful background; otherwise, Christina would have recognized her.


    With this thought, Christina gained confidence.


    “Who do you think you are? Are you even polite? How dare you talk to me like this?”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    “Regardless of who I am, I can talk to you however I want.”


    “You!” Christina rushed forward, like a tornado sweeping toward Isabe.


    Grazia was worried about Isabe. Christina was extremely obese and strong. Grazia had witnessed Christina hitting their maid, pping her to the ground with a single blow. Isabe, with her delicate appearance, seemed incapable of opposing Christina.


    Instinctively, Grazia wanted to step forward, but Isabe held her back. As Christina charged to hit Isabe, Isabe grabbed Christina’s hand.


    In that moment, a look of disbelief crossed Christina’s eyes. She knew the strength she possessed; an average woman wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Yet, Isabe’s grip seemed stronger than hers.


    “You bitch, let go of me!” Christina roared.


    Isabe smirked and released Christina. Although Isabe didn’t exert much force, Christina stumbled back two steps, requiring considerable effort to steady her plump figure.


    Christina wasn’t as angry now; instead, a sense of fear crawled up her spine, making her body tremble.


    How was this possible? The girl in front of her appeared frail, yet she overpowered two of Christina’s hands with a single one. Was she some kind of powerhouse?


    Isabe hadn’t used much force; her strength had increased from training with Elisa. This gentle push was enough to send Christina stumbling, nearly tripping.


    Even Grazia was surprised. Isabe’s strength was unexpectedly robust. Watching Isabe standing protectively in front of her, Grazia suddenly felt reassured.


    She remembered when she first met Isabe. The girl seemed reserved, obedient, with a touch of innocence and romance, like a pure white lily untouched by darkness. At that time, Grazia had worried about whether Isabe could survive in the world of the Mafia.


    Now, it seemed Isabe had adapted remarkably. Though she still appeared meek on the surface, like a student, there was an underlying tenacity. She was the kind of person who wouldn’t bully others but wouldn’t easily forgive those who bullied her.


    This feeling finally made Grazia understand why Emanuele liked Isabe and chose to marry her. If she were a man, she would want to marry Isabe too. Emanuele truly found a treasure.


    “What are you doing?” Ro’s voice echoed.


    Christina saw Ro and immediately began crying. “Brother, they teamed up to bully me.”


    She ran to Ro, hugging him and crying. Despite Ro’s tall figure, Christina, embracing him, made him seem like a big bear being hugged by a person.


    Ro’s sharp gaze immediately turned towards Isabe. Grazia was his wife, and he knew her well. When Christina came over, it was Grazia who took care of her. Grazia might have felt a bit wronged, but she understood the bigger picture.


    But what about Isabe?


    Thinking about their previous encounter and Isabe’s questioning attitude, Ro realized this girl wasn’t easy to handle. When Christina imed she was being bullied by Isabe, Ro was inclined to believe it.


    Seeing Ro’s questioning gaze, Isabe showed no fear. She exined, “Your sister arrived and immediately wanted Grazia to serve tea and water. Although the maids could handle it, she insisted on Grazia doing it. Despite Grazia mentioning her pregnancy, she dismissed it, saying that being pregnant was not a big deal as she had given birth before. She even tried to physically attack me, and I merely pushed her away. If you think this is bullying, then I have nothing more to say.”


    Isabe wore a helpless expression. Hearing this, Ro turned his eyes back to Christina.


    Christina immediately panicked. “Brother, don’t listen to this bitch’s nonsense!”


    Isabe sneered, “Oh? Since when can the Queen of the Chicago Mafia be easily called a bitch?”