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Chapter 419 – Watch Out! She’s a Mastermind Heiress (Isabella Patton) Novel Free Online

Posted on May 22, 2025 by admin

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“And I’ll keep showing you, no matter what it takes.”

Isabella studied him quietly, the soft orange glow from the fireworks playing across his face, making him look even more graceful and captivating.

In that moment, Isabella couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

“I love you too,” she whispered, her words soft, unsure how to fully express the emotions Andrew’s gesture stirred in her.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Andrew said, his smile warm and genuine.

He lifted his glass, and she followed, their glasses meeting with a quiet clink.

Their eyes held a conversation of their own, no words needed.

As the drone show came to an end, reactions flooded the internet, lighting up screens everywhere.

Many had captured the stunning moment.

“Did you see that? The fireworks were amazing!”

“Those fireworks cost five million dollars! No wonder they were so beautiful.”

“Five million? That’s crazy. We’re lucky to have seen them, all thanks to Isabella.”

“Who said Mr. Klein doesn’t like Isabella?”

“I heard it wasn’t Mr. Klein who liked that post at all. He loves Isabella too much for something like that. It was his new secretary.”

“I knew it! Mr. Klein would never do something like that. These secretaries these days…”

“The secretary’s been fired. Mr. Klein doesn’t hesitate when it comes to making decisions. Isabella is one lucky woman.”

“That secretary must have been a spy! I told you Wandering World is the best! No one can beat it!”

“Exactly! Wandering World just keeps getting better. The more they try to tear it down, the more it proves how great it is.”

As the opinions shifted, the online crowd turned its focus toward the secretary, quickly digging into her background.

“Do you know who the new secretary is? It’s Evita Gordon!”

“Wasn’t her father involved in that embezzlement scandal? Like father, like daughter.”

“Not really. Some people think he was framed.”

“Maybe, but looking at Evita, I’m not so sure. How could he have raised a daughter like her if he wasn’t guilty?”

Isabella watched as the online reactions spread quickly.

“You’re incredible,” she said, her voice full of admiration.

If Klein Group had just named Evita, people would have wondered how she got hold of Andrew’s phone and started questioning their relationship.

Andrew’s actions had cleverly turned the attention to their romance, making Evita appear jealous and petty.

Isabella hesitated, her concern clear.

“But don’t you think this is a bit harsh on her?”

“In the real world, people have to face the consequences of their actions,” Andrew said, without an ounce of sympathy.

Andrew was always ruthless—except when it came to Isabella.

For her, his iron resolve softened into nothing but tenderness.

Isabella chose not to say much more; after all, it was clear that Evita had acted recklessly.

After finishing their meal, the two of them strolled down the steps hand in hand.

A crisp spring chill lingered in the air, while the towering skyscrapers above gleamed with a sleek, modern charm that painted the night in shimmering light.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Klein, I really didn’t mean it. Please, give me another chance!”

Out of nowhere, a trembling voice broke the intimate stillness.

The plea, raw with emotion, shattered the romantic spell.

Andrew and Isabella instinctively turned toward the sound.

There, standing in the pale glow of the streetlights, was Evita.

She wore a thin, flowing dress that danced in the breeze, making her seem as delicate as porcelain.

The wind emphasized her slight, fragile frame, but her posture betrayed a quiet resilience.

Shoulders squared and chin raised, she stood like a willow—bending but refusing to break.

The sight of her was both poignant and striking, evoking a pang of sympathy from a few passersby who paused to glance her way, their faces faintly touched with pity.

Evita’s eyes flicked toward Isabella, who stood there in an impeccably tailored suit, exuding effortless sophistication.

Yet, beneath all that glamour, Evita thought, lurked a heart as cold as stone!

“Miss Patton, I’m truly sorry. But I swear, I didn’t mean to like that post online!”

Her gaze was unwavering, resolute, as if she were willing the truth to shine through her words.

Andrew’s expression darkened, like a storm rolling in.

“Evita, what are you trying to do?” The chill in his tone made the crisp spring night feel almost unbearable.

“I’m explaining to Miss Patton.

Miss Patton, I know you might think I intend to steal Mr. Klein from you, but let me make this clear—I absolutely do not!” Evita’s voice didn’t waver as she added, “Mr. Klein isn’t my type at all. I took a job at Klein Group out of necessity, nothing more!”

Isabella’s eyes turned colder than the night wind as she regarded Evita.

At first, she had felt a shred of pity for the girl, but now it seemed clear—Evita’s layers of innocence hid a deeply calculated nature, one befitting the daughter of a once-powerful official.

“Don’t drag Isabella into this.

Firing you was my decision. It had nothing to do with her.

And honestly, isn’t it perfectly reasonable to let you go?”

Andrew stood protectively in front of Isabella, looking down at Evita.

If he had known this woman would cause such trouble, he would never have hired her in the first place!

He was determined not to let anyone—or anything—come between him and Isabella.

“But I really need this job! I didn’t mean to like that post! I didn’t even realize I’d done it until the whole thing blew up. Maybe I clicked it by accident!”

Evita looked as if she might break into tears at any moment, her anguish palpable.

The commotion had drawn a crowd, curious onlookers eager for the drama unfolding before them.

In hushed whispers, they quickly pieced together the identities of the three people.

Their astonishment at seeing Andrew Klein and Isabella Patton in such a public scene was almost tangible.

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