Filed To Story: Watch Out! She's a Mastermind Heiress (Isabella Patton) Book PDF Free
A bitter smile crossed her face. “Andrew, do you care for her that much?”
Andrew remained silent. Blood dripped from his fingers as he clutched the knife. He had seized the knife and forcefully pushed Kristine away. Kristine was thrust against the wall and promptly lost consciousness.
“Andrew!” Isabella looked at Andrew’s hand with concern. His fingers, usually as perfect as sculptures, were bleeding. She exclaimed, “You are so foolish! I could have dodged it.”
“I was scared.” Andrew looked at her, his usually icy gaze now filled with warmth.
Elaine let out a sigh of relief, her legs giving way slightly, almost causing her to kneel. Glenn quickly steadied her.
Dane instructed a doctor to treat Andrew’s wound and then called the police to remove Kristine and the vagrant. The guests, sensing the mood, discreetly departed one by one.
After the doctor bandaged Andrew, Waylon thanked him. Once Dane had seen the last guest out, he returned, and Waylon approached him immediately, saying, “Did you see that? Andrew saved Isabella. You’ve always been tough on him. Let’s not do that anymore.”
Dane glanced at Isabella and Andrew on the sofa. She was concerned, asking if he was in pain.
Andrew managed a sheepish smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. “It hurts a bit. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to eat normally for a while.”
“Come to my home for meals. You were injured saving me. It’s only right I look after you,” Isabella offered, feeling responsible.
“Would that be too much trouble?”
“Not at all.”
“Okay.” Andrew consented.
Dane sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. He realized that, despite her strengths, Isabella could be as naive as Waylon. Feeling drained, he headed upstairs.
Waylon returned to the sofa, and just then, his phone chimed with a message.
“Ahhh! Why?” Waylon exclaimed suddenly.
“What’s wrong, Waylon?” Isabella inquired.
Waylon showed his displeasure and said, “I asked someone to design dresses for you but was refused. Does this designer think my offer was too low?”
Isabella remained silent.
“Never mind. I’ll find someone else.”
“No, Waylon, I already have too many clothes. I think you can just pick up something simple.”
“Okay. I’ll take your advice and just give you the money,” Waylon replied.
No sooner had he spoken than he transferred ten million dollars to Isabella’s account. Waylon was thrilled. He was determined to give Isabella more than Dane did!
Isabella was taken aback. Ten million was all Waylon earned for a movie!
“Waylon…”
“Isabella, you have to take it! Now you can buy whatever expensive clothes you want,” Waylon insisted earnestly.
Isabella was moved to tears, and after a moment, she slowly nodded in agreement.
Waylon then headed upstairs. The doctor had finished tending to Andrew’s wound. It was late, so he left. The bustling villa quieted down once more. No one had anticipated so many events unfolding in just one day.
Isabella had intended to have Susan stay, but with everything that had happened, Susan decided to leave as well. Then Isabella went to check on Elaine. Elaine had undoubtedly been hit hard by the day’s events. Isabella knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” a voice responded from within.
“It’s me, Mom.”
“Come in.”
Isabella pushed open the door, stepping into the room where Elaine and Glenn were seated on the sofa. Elaine’s eyes were tinged red, yet her demeanor remained gentle as she looked at Isabella. “What’s wrong, Isabella? Are you frightened after today’s events?”
Elaine’s compassion extended to all her children, including Kristine. Isabella suddenly thought that Kristine deserved whatever came to her. How could she harbor ill will against Elaine, a woman of such kindness?
“Mom, I’m here to check on you,” Isabella whispered, her voice soft with affection.
“My daughter is so kind. I am fine, although a little shocked. But I can’t change everyone’s mind,” Elaine replied with a sigh, looking at Isabella with love in her eyes. “On the contrary, I regret not asking Kristine to move out earlier. Perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.”
“Mom, that is just who she is. Had you asked her to move out, she might have had more resentment,” Isabella replied softly, her words floating gently in the quiet room. “This burden isn’t yours to bear.”
“Thankfully, you reacted swiftly today. Without your quick thinking, innocence might have been hard to prove,” Elaine held Isabella in her arms and said. “Our home should be the place where you can relax. But I made you so tired every moment.” Her voice broke, choked with emotion.
“Mom, don’t think that way. Being with you, sharing these moments—it makes me truly happy,” Isabella assured her, her gaze tender and loving. “I cherish you, deeply.”
Moved, Elaine whispered, “My daughter, you are my pride.”
Glenn watched the exchange between his wife and daughter, a quiet satisfaction filling his heart. His goal was just to make his family happy.
“Isabella, Kristine will not return,” Glenn interjected with firm resolve. “Should anyone dare to trouble you in the future, come to me at once. Even if it’s your brothers, I won’t hesitate to protect you.”
“Okay,” Isabella responded, her lips curving into a soft smile.
Outside the room, Waylon and Dane, who had come to check on Elaine, caught the tail end of Glenn’s resolute words and exchanged a knowing glance before retreating quietly. Well, it seemed that their father and mother didn’t need them after all.
After a while, Isabella returned to her room. No sooner had she entered than her phone buzzed with a message from Andrew—a photo of him at work. The desk was a model of neatness, styled in an understated yet luxurious manner, but the bandage on his hand struck a discordant note.
Isabella’s heart softened at the sight. She typed back, “Is it convenient for you to work with that injury?”
Andrew responded quickly, “Yes, I’m mostly reviewing documents today.”
“Thank you so much for today,” Isabella wrote, her gratitude deep and genuine.
“You are my girlfriend. I don’t want to hear thanks from you. If you really want to thank me, you can show it in another way.”
Another way? Isabella pondered his words carefully before making a decision. She called him, proposing, “How about I work with you?”
At that moment, Andrew was busy in his study. He had postponed all his tasks to the evening to attend the party hosted by the Patton family. Now, he was in a virtual meeting with several executives.
The video call was live, and when Andrew paused to answer his phone, the other participants stopped, their expressions a mix of curiosity and confusion. Andrew, a known workaholic, rarely took personal calls during meetings. Yet, he typed a quick message to his colleagues. “You can continue.”
He was wearing two earplugs. One was for the meeting. The other was for Isabella.
A voice echoed from the earplug connected to the meeting. “Mr. Klein, if you have something to deal with, we can wait and continue later.” They assumed that Andrew must be addressing something crucial, given his unexpected diversion from the meeting norms.
“Nothing. Let’s continue,” Andrew responded crisply, dismissing their concerns. Despite their confusion, the meeting participants resumed their discussions.
Isabella was unaware of what was unfolding on Andrew’s end. She heard his voice intermittently over the phone as she idly scrolled through her mobile. A new message popped up from Howard.
“The pills you gave me are really useful. I feel hot all over now.”
Isabella’s lips curled into a smile as she replied, “If you take them on time every day, they will have a good effect.”
“I will listen to you.” Howard’s response came instantly.
Just then, a message from Andrew flashed on her screen. “Who are you talking to?” Curious, Isabella typed back, “Can you hear me typing?”
“Yes,” replied Andrew.
“I was just talking with a guy,” she texted, unaware of the impact of her words.
Andrew’s expression, usually unreadable, turned distinctly cold. This subtle shift didn’t escape the notice of his colleagues. The person who had just made his point noticed the sudden change in Andrew and paused, looking at him uncertainly.
Despite Andrew’s youth, he had absolute authority among them. The man cautiously ventured, “Mr. Klein, is there anything wrong with what I said?”
Andrew replied, “No problem. Please continue.”