After changing clothes and having breakfast, Isabella hurriedly left.
She returned to the set from the hospital, managed two scenes, and hurried off to the recording studio.
Isabella wasn’t in her best condition that day; she recorded two songs, and the supervisor wasn’t particularly satisfied.
“Let’s stop here for today, Isabella. Your vocal quality is good, and your singing skills are solid, but there’s a lack of emotion. There should be a soulful connection between the singer and the music. To put it simply, the relationship between a singer and music is like a romance. With emotions, the interpretation is much better.
Think deeply about the emotions these songs convey. Your current singing lacks emotion. It sounds good but feels hollow.”
Isabella nodded somewhat understandingly and decided to study the scores that needed a touch of romance after returning.
After bidding farewell, as soon as she stepped out of the recording studio, she saw a flashy red Ferrari parked at the studio entrance. Henry leaned against the car door, impatiently smoking.
She didn’t even look at him directly but went around the car and left. She didn’t want any involvement with the eldest grandson of the Turner family and hoped Henry had the same realization.
Henry saw Isabella deliberately avoiding him. His expression darkened, dropping the cigarette he held and swiftly approached her, forcibly grabbing her arm.
Before Isabella could react, she was already forced into the sports car by him.
“Henry, are you out of your mind!” She pushed the door to get out, but the door was locked.
Isabella turned to glare at Henry.
“Isabella, playing hard to get isn’t fun when it’s too much,” Henry’s hands rested on the steering wheel, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You want to marry into our family, pretending to be aloof and superior. I’ve seen enough of this trick. So, while I’m interested in you now, you better wise up.”
Listening to his words, Isabella couldn’t help but feel amused and exasperated. She blurted out, “Henry, you must be crazy.”
“What?” Henry was momentarily taken aback.
“Delusions are also a kind of illness, and they need treatment. Henry, I suggest you see a doctor soon,” Isabella retorted, frustrated, and slammed the car door. “Open the door for me!”
Henry chuckled, didn’t unlock the door, but instead accelerated, speeding the car away like an arrow.
The red Ferrari raced on the smooth road, overtaking other cars continuously.
For her safety, after hesitating several times, Isabella eventually fastened her seatbelt.
“Henry, if you don’t let me out, I’ll report you for kidnapping,” she threatened.
Henry, unfazed, laughed, “Sure, call the cops now. I’d like to see which daring cop dares to arrest me.”
“…,” Isabella was getting frantic. “Henry, where are you taking me?”
Henry glanced at her, wickedly smiling, “Find a place to make you my true woman.”
After hearing this, instead of looking flustered, Isabella’s delicate features showed a cold smirk. “If you’re not afraid of me breaking your third leg, do as you wish.”
Henry was taken aback for a moment but then laughed heartily. “Isabella, you’re indeed interesting. Marrying you seems like a good choice; at least, the days ahead won’t be so dull.”
“Sure, I promise not to let you get bored, as long as you can take a beating,” Isabella replied through gritted teeth.
The red Ferrari eventually stopped inside the Turner family’s estate.
Henry got out of the car first and then dragged Isabella out, pulling her all the way into the nearest villa.
She frowned, watching him grasp her hand. If she didn’t want trouble, she would have removed his arm already.
Inside the hall, there were quite a few people.
Jacob sat on the large leather sofa in the middle, with Thomas and Stella seated beside him, along with their youngest daughter, Nora. On the other side sat Mrs. Hannah and Layla, along with several unfamiliar relatives.
Stella’s expression immediately soured upon seeing Henry dragging Isabella in.
“Henry, what are you up to again!”
After scolding her son, Stella turned to Isabella, smiling gently. “Isabella, today is our family banquet. It’s not convenient to entertain you. I’ll have the driver take you back.”
Isabella was more than happy to comply. Just as she was about to nod, Henry half-encircled her shoulders.
The hand that hung by her side clenched and relaxed repeatedly, restraining the urge to strike. Unfortunately, she was treading on Turner family’s territory.
With Isabella half-encircled by Henry’s cold, indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone present, he announced, “I brought her here to announce a decision. Grandma, thank you for choosing such a great wife for me. I’ve decided to marry her.”
“Henry, shut your mouth. Can marriage be treated as a joke? You haven’t discussed this with me or your mother. Can you decide on your own! Besides, she’s just a human…” Thomas rebuked sharply.
“Thomas, don’t get too agitated,” a voice interrupted Thomas’s words. Stella gave him a discreet look; they were a werewolf family and couldn’t reveal their secret.
In Thomas’s eyes, Henry was simply confused. If he accepted a marriage with a human, he would indirectly give up the Turner family fortune.
Why should they give it up? What qualifications did Andrew, that illegitimate child, have to claim the family fortune for himself?
“Henry, don’t be foolish. We’ll consider what you just said as a momentary impulse, and we won’t take it to heart. I’ll have someone escort Isabella back,” Stella said to Henry, but it was clearly meant for Isabella, fearing she might cling to her son.