Victoria now felt a headache whenever she saw Isabella, prickly like a hedgehog; whoever provoked her would get pricked without mercy.
“Isabella, why won’t you heed advice? What benefit do you get from annoying Nora? From what I can tell, Mrs. Hannah seems to have taken a liking to you. If you’re planning to marry into their family, having a bad relationship with Nora could give you a headache in the future.”
“You’re overthinking it. I’m not destined to marry into their family,” Isabella replied indifferently, flicking the water off her hands, nearly splashing Victoria’s face.
Victoria instinctively stepped back. At that moment, two other girls walked in, joining them at the washbasin.
Both were strangers to each other, not requiring any greetings.
Isabella and Victoria remained silent, while the other two women touched up their makeup and gossiped.
One of them chuckled sarcastically, “Did you see that just now? Quite an eye-opener, isn’t it? The illegitimate daughter of a deputy mayor, trying to climb up to the Turner family. It’s laughable.”
The other snorted, “I heard the current Mrs. Harris was a mistress who rose in status, coming from a humble background. She’s so inexperienced, yet she’s inquiring about the Turner family everywhere, looking so greedy. It’s just laughable.”
The two giggling women left, leaving Isabella and Victoria alone at the washbasin.
Victoria’s face turned pale, trembling with suppressed anger.
Isabella sneered coldly, her gaze icily scanning Victoria. “Sis, do you still have the mood to meddle in my affairs now?”
Victoria stomped her foot in frustration and turned to leave. However, Isabella suddenly stopped her. “Wait.”
She walked up to Victoria with a bag and handed it over. “My body shape and yours differ too much. This dress probably won’t fit me. Since the skirt is dirty, I’ll head back first. Please say hello to Dad and Aunt for me.”
With that said, despite her soiled dress, she carried herself without a hint of embarrassment, chin raised, and walked out of the restroom.
She dialed a number while walking, intending to have Olivia come to pick her up. The villa wasn’t exactly close to the city, and she didn’t fancy walking back on her own.
However, before the call connected, she spotted Henry, tall and imposing, standing in front of her.
“You’re in my way,” she put down her phone, looking at him impatiently.
She didn’t have a favorable impression of Henry. Despite him mocking Emily last time, which was somewhat satisfying, being so relentless and merciless towards a girl as a man showed a lack of decency.
She intended to bypass him, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her out through the main gate and shoving her into a luxurious sports car.
Isabella was impatient, and Henry seemed even more so.
He stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow. She hastily buckled her seatbelt, fearing for her safety.
The sports car performed exceptionally, effortlessly reaching a speed of 180 miles per hour, the scenery outside flashing backward.
Glancing sideways, Isabella thought, “The Turner siblings seem rather abnormal. It’s best to avoid provoking them in the future.”
Beside her, Henry gripped the steering wheel, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.
He had no respect for these heiresses who treated emotions and marriages as mere games for the sake of climbing up their family’s social ladder.
As the car entered the city area, he stopped abruptly at the roadside, coldly stating, “Get out.”
“What did you say?” Isabella frowned at him. This madman dragged her out of the villa, only to leave her stranded here. What was he up to?
“My grandmother instructed me to drop you off. You didn’t really think I’d take you home, did you? Or should I make a little more effort and put you in bed?” Henry’s tone dripped with sarcasm.
“Let me make this clear now. I don’t care how you’ve managed to impress my grandmother, I have zero interest in you. Don’t waste your time on me. If you can’t take a hint and continue to pester me, don’t blame me for being impolite. We’ll both end up embarrassed.”
Henry’s words flowed continuously, leaving Isabella no room to interject.
She stared blankly at him, not reacting for a while. Her mind kept pondering, wondering if this man suffered from delusions. Where did he get the confidence to think that every girl in the world was head over heels for him?
She scrutinized Henry’s face for a good while but couldn’t discern any positive traits. In terms of looks, even Andrew could outshine him by a mile.
“Drive the car forward for two kilometers, I’ll get off at the subway station ahead. It’s hard to catch a cab around here,” she said.
Regarding his previous words, Isabella dismissed them as nonsense. Who would argue with someone suffering from delusions?
“Nowadays, there are taxi apps, right? They can pick you up from any location. Don’t try to fool me,” Henry said coldly, pushing open the door and walking around to Isabella’s side, pulling the car door open.
“Are you getting out on your own, or do I need to assist you?”
Isabella: “…”
It was the first time in her life she had encountered someone so lacking in manners.
She restrained her urge to punch him for a long time. If she beat him to a pulp, David would probably go berserk again.
Isabella grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car in her high heels. Her hand emerged from the bag, flashing something shiny a few times beside the car. A delicate fruit knife pierced into the tire.
The knife was initially intended for Charles, along with other items in her bag. She had expected to meet Charles at the banquet but instead ran into Henry, providing her with the perfect opportunity to test the knife on him.