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After shaking hands and signing the contract, Jared took his leave, his business done. Lina fumed in silence, and Luka’s staff promptly escorted her out.
Isabella’s eyes followed Lina’s retreating figure with a burning glare. This woman had dared to dismiss Waylon? Just wait!
Luka stared at the contract, still in disbelief. He hadn’t imagined that the crisis would end this way, and yet here they were, securing a 100 million dollar investment. It was more than he had ever hoped for.
Homelight Enterprise had built a solid reputation. Luka addressed the remaining employees, his tone firm yet appreciative.
“I truly appreciate all of you for sticking by us through thick and thin. Things are about to get busier, so I’m happy to announce that everyone will get a raise of $1,000 a month. If we succeed, I promise to increase your salaries again.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Calderon!” The employees cheered with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, the recently dismissed individuals struggled to hide their jealousy.
“Mr. Calderon, I know I made a mistake earlier, but I genuinely care about this company. Please, let me stay—I promise to give my absolute best from now on!” begged one of the dismissed employees, desperation evident in his voice.
Seeing this, the other dismissed employees quickly followed suit, crowding around Luka. “Please, Mr. Calderon, we meant no harm. We don’t want to leave this company.”
“Mr. Calderon, I have a family depending on me. If I lose this job and can’t find another, my child won’t even be able to attend school. Please, just one more chance.”
“We’re begging you, Mr. Calderon! Please don’t let us go!” Luka’s eyes were icy as he responded, “You’re not asking to stay out of love for this company—you’re just worried because finding another job with these benefits is nearly impossible right now.” His sharp words cut through the dismissed employees’ pretense like a blade.
Embarrassment flashed across their faces, but their pleas grew even more desperate. Luka didn’t waver. He had them escorted out without hesitation.
The senior staff who stayed behind seemed pleased, wasting no time in criticizing the fired employees. “Getting fired is what you deserve. The company treated you well, but you chose to betray it.”
“Did you seriously believe that Homelight Enterprise would give you a better deal if they took over? If you’re not capable enough, why would they bother paying you more? Chances are, you’d get fired soon anyway!”
“It’s better for everyone that Mr. Calderon got rid of you troublemakers. Without you holding us back, this company will thrive.”
Overwhelmed by humiliation, the dismissed employees hurried out, their heads hanging low.
Back in the office, Luka turned to Isabella with mixed feelings. “Isabella, is Mr. Cooper a friend of yours?”
After a brief pause, she replied thoughtfully, “Well, kind of. But to be precise, he works under me.”
Luka was caught completely off guard. He’d assumed Isabella’s brilliance came from having influential connections, but learning that Jared was actually her subordinate left him speechless. His admiration for his niece grew even more. After all, her capabilities were nothing short of extraordinary.
A faint sense of shame crept over him. Though he had been distant from his sister for so long, his niece had offered her unwavering support without hesitation.
Sensing his emotions, Isabella gently said, “Uncle Luka, no matter what happens, we’ll always be family.”
It was clear to her that her mother missed Luka deeply, and Luka shared those feelings. His eyes grew misty, and he nodded with conviction. “You’re right. We’re family. Isabella, ask your mom if she’s free tomorrow evening. I’d like us all to have dinner together.”
As the elder sibling, he knew it was his responsibility to bridge the gap. A bright smile spread across Isabella’s face. “Alright, Uncle Luka, I’ll ask her.”
Feeling that the matter had been settled, she took her leave.
Jared sat waiting for Isabella in the car, a sense of unease hanging over him. He hadn’t anticipated that one of his subordinates would resort to such harsh tactics—especially when it concerned Isabella’s uncle.
“Boss, I’ll make sure that person faces serious consequences when I return. Our group has no tolerance for coercion or deception,” Jared assured her.
Isabella nodded calmly. “I understand. Just fire him.”
“Understood, boss,” Jared replied. Then, he caught a glimpse of a faint smile tugging at Isabella’s lips. The sight left him stunned. After everything that had happened, how could she not be angry and even smile? He couldn’t figure it out. Keeping his thoughts to himself, he focused on driving Isabella home safely.
Once they arrived, Isabella stepped into her parents’ villa. Elaine, who had just finished setting the dinner table, lit up with joy seeing Isabella.
“You’re home! Come, have dinner with us.”
“Of course,” Isabella replied with a warm smile.
Dinner was cozy, filled with warmth and quiet conversation. Elaine asked curiously, “Did your designer friend end up working with your uncle?”
“Yes, everything is progressing smoothly,” Isabella confirmed.
“That’s good,” Elaine said with a nod before adding, “Have you spoken to your uncle lately?”
“I have,” Isabella replied simply.
Elaine looked as though she had more to say but hesitated for a moment. Sensing her mother’s hesitation, Isabella said, “Mom, Uncle Luka wanted me to pass along a message to you.”
“What is it?” Elaine asked, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation.
“He invited us to join him for dinner tomorrow,” Isabella explained.
The words left Elaine momentarily speechless. She had always assumed Luka wouldn’t want to reconnect with her. A wave of bittersweet emotion hit Elaine. Her brother must have missed her too, despite the years she had spent keeping her distance.
“Alright, let’s go together,” she finally said.
“Okay,” Isabella nodded in agreement.
After finishing dinner, Isabella joined her parents for a leisurely walk in the park. As the evening wound down, her parents retired to bed, and she returned to her own villa to rest.
Back in her silent villa, the absence of someone made her feel unexpectedly unsettled, as if something was missing.
The serene night gradually melted away, making room for the soft light of dawn. Like clockwork, Isabella began her day, heading to work as usual. That morning, she replied to Andrew’s message, but it wasn’t until lunchtime that she noticed something odd — Andrew still hadn’t replied to her. She sent a quick follow-up: “Are you busy?”
Andrew’s reply came almost immediately: “I just got back, sweetheart. Come find me when you’re free. I need to adjust to the time difference first.” He hadn’t slept since his business trip started, driven by a relentless determination to wrap up his business swiftly.
“Okay,” Isabella typed back. Andrew’s hotel was only a stone’s throw from her office. So, once she wrapped up her work at two in the afternoon, she decided to drop by.
Arriving at the door of his luxurious presidential suite, Isabella raised her hand to knock but paused, noticing that the door was slightly ajar. Hesitating for a moment, she pushed it open and stepped inside. What greeted her next left her completely stunned. Her eyes fell on a bare body sprawled across the massive bed. From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed faintly.
The person on the bed, startled by Isabella’s sudden appearance, scrambled to grab a blanket and hastily pulled it over herself. The face was unmistakable, a jolt of recognition hitting Isabella like a lightning strike — it was Evita!
Isabella hesitated for a moment, suspecting she had entered the wrong room, but a quick glance at the room number confirmed the room was indeed Andrew’s. Evita, on the other hand, froze in shock. Why would Isabella be here? She had worked up all her nerve for this daring move.
Evita had crept in while Andrew was showering, utterly confident that her presence would be irresistible to him once he saw her like this. After all, she wasn’t without her charms. Ever since her father’s downfall, she had fended off countless advances from wealthy heirs wanting to claim her as their mistress.
Drawing a steadying breath, Evita clutched the blanket tightly around herself, stood, and shoved Isabella with surprising force.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
But in an instant, her wrist was seized, and she found herself trapped under Isabella’s cool, sardonic gaze. Her lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
“Miss Gordon, if I’m not mistaken, this happens to be my boyfriend’s room. Perhaps I should be the one asking—what are you doing here?”
Evita narrowed her eyes and scoffed. “Can’t you see what’s happening? Don’t ruin our fun!” She shot Isabella a sharp glare.
Evita was convinced Isabella would be in pain. In her mind, the fault lay entirely with Isabella—it was her responsibility to keep a tighter grip on her man. The memory of Andrew sending a bandage to her at the restaurant lingered in Evita’s thoughts, convincing her that he must harbor some feelings for her. Men in powerful positions often operated with subtlety, but Evita had picked up on the cues from Andrew. That was all the assurance she needed to take such a daring step.
Evita gazed at Isabella with a mix of pity and condescension. “A man as exceptional as Andrew isn’t someone you can hold onto forever.”
“Oh? Is that so? Are you saying he’s fucked you?” Isabella shot back bluntly.
Evita’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. Nodding slightly, she replied, “Mr. Klein is in the shower. If you want to save yourself from humiliation, I suggest you leave now.” Evita waited, fully expecting Isabella to crumble, to fall apart the way her mother had once done. Her father had cheated countless times, leaving her mother to endure a whirlwind of agony—first heartbreak, then a mental collapse, and finally sinking into a pit of numb despair.
Evita’s heart gave a sharp, guilt-laden jolt. She had once loathed the women who lured her father away, but now, wasn’t she treading the same vile path? No, she wasn’t like them. Isabella wasn’t even married yet! Clinging to this excuse, Evita reassured herself, desperately justifying her actions. Yet, deep down, she harbored a twisted wish for Isabella to end up just like her mother.
But to her shock, Isabella’s face betrayed no fury, no despair—just a composed calmness. “Then let’s wait for him to come out and clear this up.”
Panic flared in Evita’s chest. “Isabella, do you really want to put all three of us in an awkward position? If you leave now, Mr. Klein will still think you’re dignified. I can even say something nice about you to him!”
Isabella stared at her, incredulous. “Smack!”
Isabella slapped Evita across the face. Her voice was cold and cutting as she said, “Evita, as a side chick, how dare you say such things? Oh, right, you might not even be a side chick yet!”
Evita pressed her hand to her reddened cheek, her eyes welling up with resentment. Through gritted teeth, she snapped, “Fine, if you’re not going to give Mr. Klein any respect, I will!”
She yanked her clothes from the bed and stormed out of the room. Isabella couldn’t help but admire Evita’s audacity, striding out of the room with nothing but a blanket wrapped around her. But this also confirmed that she and Andrew hadn’t slept together.
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