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Aware of Isabella’s hectic day, Andrew was reluctant to have her expend energy on cooking. However, not wanting to dampen her rare surge of enthusiasm, he persuaded her to prepare just one dish. He then called the chef to handle the rest of the meal.
Since Andrew had been preparing the meals recently, it had been quite some time since Isabella last saw the chef. Their reunion was unexpectedly delightful.
For dinner, Isabella decided to cook steaks, a dish that met Andrew’s tastes without being too complex. Holding the recipe, she attentively followed each instruction, her delicate features focused.
Though she cherished gourmet cooking, her busy schedule seldom allowed her to indulge in it. Now, she methodically worked through each part of the cooking process. Her intelligence and background in making complex pharmaceuticals proved beneficial.
Observing quietly from a corner, the chef saw that everything was under control, quickly wrapped up his contributions, and departed, leaving Isabella alone in the kitchen, content as she gently stirred the sauce with a long-handled spoon.
“The sauce’s rich color and superb flavor are just right. I’ve nailed a new recipe!”
Satisfied, Isabella chose two elegant plates for the steaks and garnished them with parsley, creating a visually appealing meal. She immediately took a photo and shared it online with the caption: “Mastered a new recipe!”
Comments began to appear swiftly.
Her mother said, “Wow, did you cook this yourself, sweetheart? I’d love to taste it!”
Her father added his praise. “Great job!”
Waylon commented, “Wow! I’d like a sample, from your biggest fan!”
Notifications kept coming, and Isabella wondered how her family had all seen the post so quickly.
She soon realized her mother had shared the post in their family group.
Encouraged by her family’s support, Isabella responded with a smiling cat emoji. “I’ll keep practicing, and next time, I’ll impress everyone at our family gathering.”
She then set the table meticulously and thoughtfully added two wine glasses, filling them to accompany the meal.
At 5:29, a minute before the two-hour mark Andrew had mentioned, the villa’s facial recognition alerted her.
Isabella looked up as Andrew, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, came into view.
“Perfect timing,” she said playfully, extending her left hand as she walked towards him.
“Mr. Klein, would you care to join me for dinner?”
“It would be my honor, Miss Patton,” Andrew said, his eyes brimming with warmth as he accepted her hand and they made their way to the dining room.
Despite the chef’s prior briefing on Isabella’s culinary efforts, Andrew found himself genuinely impressed by the sight of the meal.
“Sweetheart, this is truly the finest dish I’ve ever had,” Andrew complimented.
Isabella lightly pinched his fingertips. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”
“Tasting isn’t necessary for me to know its worth,” Andrew said with assurance, bending slightly to plant a soft kiss on Isabella.
Isabella was speechless. So typical of Andrew.
They sat opposite each other, glasses meeting with a gentle clink, and savored a delightful meal.
“Feeling any relief?” Lila inquired, offering Evita an ice pack for her swollen hand while reflecting on their encounter an hour earlier, which still left her slightly stunned. Evita’s once notable pride had faded away.
After agreeing to pick up Evita, Lila had had her assistant delve into Evita’s recent hardships. It turned out that Evita had been blacklisted by the Klein Group, a revelation that somewhat surprised Lila, though not completely.
Evita’s previous actions had long hinted that she might upset Andrew sooner or later.
This situation had also complicated things for Lila.
The two of them had already fallen out.
Even after Evita apologized, Lila had no desire to fix their broken relationship.
But Evita claimed that she was her only hope.
Without her intervention, Evita’s situation seemed dire.
In a quiet moment, Lila observed Evita and exhaled a soft sigh. She decided to extend her help one final time.
Rosalyn Gordon, Evita’s mother, had shown kindness to Lila in the past. Lila couldn’t bear the thought of Rosalyn suffering alone in the hospital should anything happen to Evita.
Lila made her offer clear to Evita, saying, “You can stay in the guest room. Tomorrow, I’ll see if I can find a suitable job for you. Ansport is a big city; there must be positions Mr. Klein can’t control.”
After making her decision, Lila left to find a fresh set of pajamas for Evita.
On the sofa, Evita raised her head, watching Lila. The dim light cast deeper shadows across her contemplative face.
“Here you go.” Lila returned and handed Evita a set of fresh pajamas and clothes. “I have some work to finish up. If you need anything, just give me a call,” she said.
“Thank you.”
Lila noticed Evita’s polite demeanor and chose not to say much. She could only hope that this experience would help Evita confront reality and choose a more stable, grounded life.
The night slipped away, and Lila woke early, preparing for the day ahead.
She packed the breakfast she had bought into a thermal box and snapped a photo to send to Evita, who was still in her room. “Rest today. I’ll do my best to help you find a job,” she wrote. Then she closed the door softly behind her and left the apartment.
A short while later, the guest room door creaked open, and Evita stepped out, her new outfit fitting perfectly, making her look stunning.
Her eyes flicked over Lila’s text before she opened the thermal box and quickly ate the breakfast. Afterward, she picked up the phone and dialed.
“Yes, that’s right. You can come for the appraisal now,” she said into the phone.
Evita had reached out to a second-hand goods trading site. She moved around Lila’s spacious living room, her steps slow and deliberate.
Lila was a top model in Lorpond, and her home reflected that—the interior design was impeccable, with designer jewelry and bags that held substantial value.
Since Andrew had banned her from working, even if Lila managed to secure a job for her, it wouldn’t be the glamorous life she longed for.
The idea of living a life in the shadows, depending on Lila—someone she had once looked down upon—kept pulling Evita out of her dreams.
She refused to accept such a fate. She was still young, and there was so much more she could achieve.
Her father’s words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of what she had to do.
He had promised that if she followed his path, the Gordon family could rise again.
She had to get the token from Myles, rebuild the alliances they once had, and save her father. All that she had lost would be hers once more.
Evita had made her decision. Now, all that remained was to gather enough money to rebuild her influential connections. She waited in silence for the second-hand goods appraisers to arrive.
She had already figured out that selling Lila’s valuables would provide more than enough to get started. Once she regained her status, she would repay Lila handsomely.
The appraisers arrived shortly after. Evita instructed them to pack up Lila’s sofa, custom decorations, and expensive bags and watches.
Though the second-hand market would lower the prices, Evita still received a transfer of $350,000.
The once vibrant and elegantly designed living room was now empty. Evita took one last look, put on a mask, and left the apartment.
She withdrew $100,001 from the bank, slipped it into a plain handbag, and made her way to Myles’s company.
Just as she stepped outside, her phone buzzed with a call from her mother.
Suddenly, her legs felt incredibly heavy, and she paused at the crossroads outside the bank.
Her fingers curled around the phone as she stared at the screen, letting her mother’s calls ring through unanswered. She ignored them all.
“Ding—” A message notification appeared at the top of her screen.