BookToReadChapter 118 Isadora set her phone down, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing by the marble dining table.
She thought it was Victor-her eyes lit up in anticipation.
But when she looked up, it was someone she had absolutely no desire to see. Instantly, Isadora's warm expression vanished, replaced by a frosty indifference.
Elise stood there in a custom white dress, her long hair perfectly styled, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her voice was cold and accusing: "Isadora, what are you doing here?" Magnus's Sky Dining membership card was with her how had Isadora gotten in? Isadora arched a brow at Elise's questioning, unwilling to let this petty intrusion ruin her mood tonight.
She leaned back lazily in her chair, unbothered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Do I need your permission to be anywhere, Elise?" she replied, her tone bored.
Elise's face turned an ugly shade of red, the alcohol in her system making her look even more disheveled and unhinged.
"Don't flatter yourself, Isadora. The whole M Boutique situation-did you go to Magnus and tell him not to help me?" "I really didn't expect you to be so conniving. You always act so high and mighty, but in reality, you're just jealous of me, going behind my back like this. I completely underestimated you." Isadora couldn't help but laugh-loud and clear.
Seriously? She had already caught this pair red-handed, yet Elise still wanted to shift the blonto her? As if she'd go begging Magnus for anything. And even if she had so what? Elise could do whatever she pleased, but Isadora was supposed to just stand aside and watch? Typical-speople could dish it out but couldn't take it.
Especially girls like Elise, who always put on a show.
Still, looking at her now-flushed and flustered-Isadora had to admit, it was oddly satisfying.
She glanced up, her lips curling into a smirk. "What's wrong, Elise? Are you after M Boutique too?" "Oh, silly me-I forgot. You're one of the Harrisons' spoiled little princesses, aren't you?" "So, what's the plan? Going to brown-nose your way into their good graces with M Boutique? Just a word of advice: it's a waste of time. From what I hear, Penelope Dawson isn't someone you want to mess with." Elise's anger, already simmering, now threatened to boil over-every word from Isadora felt like a dagger. She dropped any pretense of composure.
Unable to control herself, Elise grabbed a glass of water from the table, intent on hurling it at Isadora.
But just as her arm swung upward, a strong hand shot out from behind and clamped down on her wrist, stopping her cold.
Before Elise could even react, the hand gave a sharp twist and flung her aside.
Momentum carried the glass from her grip-it slipped out of her hand and cascaded straight down, drenching Elise in water from head to toe.
Her white dress was soaked through in an instant, leaving her looking utterly humiliated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Who the hell!" Elise sputtered, furious and ready to unleash a tirade.
But the moment she saw who it was, all her bravado evaporated.
Standing above her was none other than Victor-the Crown Prince of Capitolion himself.
He towered over her, dressed in a tailored black shirt and crisp dress pants that emphasized his fall, m emphasized hisŒall, commanding frame. A natural air of nobility clung to him, but his jet-black eyes were now stormy with unmistakable fury. Elise barely knew Victor, but everyone in the city knew not to cross him.
In an instant, she dropped her tough-girl act and scrambled tom smooth enhair, trying to recover her composure.
"Victor, I-I didn't realize you were here. I just had too much to drink, too Not that's alNit's not what it looked like..." Victor's gaze was icy, sharp as glass. “And what exactly did I see, Elise?" She stammered, “I...I mean, Isadora was just insulting me, and I got upset. I lost control for a second."
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