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The car window rolled down, revealing Andrew’s handsome, charming face, a hint of a playful smile in his eyes.
Isabella was caught off guard. What was he doing here?
“Weren’t you supposed to come back to Ansport a week later?” Isabella asked, genuinely surprised.
“I heard you were here for the competition, so I came back in advance,” Andrew said with a casual smile. “How about I treat you to dinner? You must be exhausted.”
The thought of dinner immediately appealed to Isabella, and she nodded in agreement. “Should we ask Evie to join us?”
Andrew’s response was swift and firm. “No.”
Then, Isabella climbed into the car.
As they drove through the streets of Ansport, she couldn’t help but take in the city’s unique charm. Unlike the flashier Gemond, Ansport’s luxury was more refined—subtle and steeped in history. The old-world architecture seemed to whisper stories from the past.
Soon, they arrived at the grand entrance of the Carmine Rose, a century-old landmark known for hosting the rich and powerful.
Isabella glanced down at her outfit, feeling slightly out of place in such an upscale setting. But Andrew, ever composed, didn’t seem to notice or care. He took her hand confidently, leading her inside.
The second floor of the restaurant was a blend of timeless elegance and modern sophistication. The dim lighting and artfully spaced tables created an ambiance of intimacy, making it an ideal spot for a quiet, luxurious dinner.
They settled into their seats and placed their orders. The food arrived, and each dish was a work of art. Isabella couldn’t resist capturing a few photos of the exquisite presentation.
As they enjoyed their meal, Andrew stepped away to take a phone call, while Isabella received a video call from her family. She quietly chatted with her parents, who were relieved to hear she was with Andrew.
Just as Isabella ended the call, a shadow fell over her table. She looked up to see a woman knocking on the edge of the table.
“You must delete the photos,” the woman demanded.
Isabella was taken aback, frowning in confusion as she studied the woman. The woman was dressed in a light green gown and adorned with luxury accessories. Her face sparked a vague sense of recognition in Isabella.
After a moment, it clicked—this was Tatiana, Howard’s former fianc?e.
Isabella hadn’t expected to run into Tatiana here, but considering Tatiana was an artist with Global Entertainment, it made sense for her to be in Ansport, where the company was headquartered.
“And why would I do that?” Isabella asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Tatiana didn’t recognize Isabella. After all, her only visit to the Patton’ house was to call off the engagement, and she hadn’t bothered to meet the new Miss Patton everyone was talking about.
Today, with Isabella dressed simply, Tatiana assumed she was a paparazzo. No true lady of status would dress so casually while dining at such an exclusive venue.
“Carmine Rose is famous for its strict privacy policies. I never thought someone like you would manage to slip in.” Tatiana sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “I’ll give you ten seconds to delete those photos, or I’ll call security.”
Tatiana clearly expected Isabella to panic and comply, but Isabella remained unfazed.
“I wasn’t taking pictures of you. You should leave now,” she responded calmly.
Tatiana’s eyes narrowed. “Are you calling me a liar? I saw you taking photos in my direction,” she snapped, reaching out to grab Isabella’s phone.
Isabella, however, wasn’t about to let her snatch it.
As Tatiana lunged for the phone, she missed, nearly losing her balance. Her irritation boiled over. She immediately called out, “Security! Arrest this woman! She’s been secretly photographing me.”
The security personnel, recognizing Tatiana, quickly approached Isabella. “Miss, we’ll need to inspect your phone,” one of them said firmly.
The once-quiet restaurant buzzed with sudden activity as the commotion drew the attention of other diners. Even the wealthy patrons couldn’t resist the allure of a public confrontation, their curious gazes locked onto the unfolding scene.
“Isn’t that Tatiana? I never thought a paparazzo would sneak in here.”
“Look at her; she clearly can’t afford to dine here. She must have tagged along with someone else.”
“Security, get her out of here. She’s ruining our evening.”
“How brazen of this paparazzo. Doesn’t she realize Tatiana is with Corbett now? The Klein family isn’t to be messed with.”
As murmurs spread through the restaurant, the patrons quickly took Tatiana’s side, knowing her connection to Corbett had elevated her status.
Tatiana, reveling in the support, looked down at Isabella with smug superiority.
Just as security was about to move closer, Isabella’s voice cut through the commotion. “How absurd. Just because she claims I was taking photos of her, it must be true? Why on earth would I want pictures of her?”
As Isabella spoke, she turned, her face illuminated by the soft lighting, revealing a stunning, pure beauty that left the onlookers momentarily breathless.
Suddenly, the famous star Tatiana seemed plain and insignificant by comparison.
The dining area was filled with gasps of astonishment.
“What a beautiful lady!”
“Is such a gorgeous woman really a paparazzo?”
“Maybe Tatiana got it wrong?”
With her striking features, this woman could easily have been a celebrity rather than a paparazzo. The crowd’s opinion began to tilt in Isabella’s favor. Tatiana, overhearing the murmurs, felt a surge of indignation. What was so special about this woman? To her, Isabella appeared nothing more than seductive and manipulative.
“Humph, you’re here only to seduce someone, aren’t you? But you’ve picked the wrong place!” Tatiana snapped. “Security, take her phone now!”
One of the security guards stepped forward hesitantly, glancing apologetically at Isabella. “Miss, I’m sorry…” he began, reaching out to take her phone. But before he could, his own phone rang.
He quickly answered the call, and as he listened, his expression shifted. He turned to look at Isabella with disbelief.
“What are you waiting for?” Tatiana demanded, visibly annoyed.
The guard straightened, his demeanor now calm and composed. “I’m sorry, Miss Fernandez, but I cannot comply,” he replied. “This lady is one of our VIP guests. Moreover, due to recent events, your membership level will be downgraded, and you will no longer have access to this floor.”
Tatiana’s face blanched. “What are you talking about?”
“Miss Fernandez, please leave now. Don’t disturb our VIP guest,” the guard insisted firmly.
Carmine Rose upheld strict membership tiers, and Tatiana had reached Level Five mainly because of her frequent visits with Corbett, which allowed her access to exclusive candlelit dinners on this floor. A downgrade meant losing these privileges, potentially taking another year to restore.
VIP status was reserved for the likes of the Kleins and three other illustrious families. Who, then, was Isabella really?
Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the crowd. They had admired Isabella’s beauty but hadn’t anticipated her influential connections. The idea that someone like Isabella would stoop to taking secret photos of Tatiana now seemed absurd.
“So, Tatiana got it completely wrong,” someone whispered.
“Does she think everyone will pay attention to her?”
“Exactly. Why was she so sure that lady was taking photos of her? She’s not even on the same level as this lady, neither in looks nor background.”
“I’m curious which prestigious family this lady belongs to.”
The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, their tone incredulous and increasingly critical of Tatiana. With each passing comment, Tatiana’s complexion grew paler, the mocking tones cutting deep. She opened her mouth to retort but found herself speechless, overwhelmed by the situation. Defeated and humiliated, she turned on her heel and walked back to her seat.
Corbett had been watching the unfolding drama with a frosty demeanor. His expression toward Tatiana grew colder. “I have some business to handle later. You can head back on your own,” he said dismissively.
Tatiana opened her mouth to explain, but Corbett’s focus was already back on his meal. A wave of helplessness washed over her. She had strived to become a top actress, aiming to marry into a better family. Getting close to Corbett had been no small feat, and now, this debacle might have ruined everything. Regret gnawed at her.
Who the hell was that woman? Not only had Tatiana failed to achieve what she wanted, but she had also made a fool of herself in the process. Resentment toward Isabella simmered within her. If only Isabella hadn’t been taking pictures, she wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.
The long-awaited meal now tasted bland and unsatisfying.
Meanwhile, Isabella was enjoying her evening. When Andrew rejoined her at the table, she continued her meal with a smile, not mentioning the earlier incident. Andrew didn’t ask either; instead, he quietly kept serving her food with a gentle smile.
After they finished, Isabella and Andrew made their way to the parking lot. A man had been watching them there intently.
Isabella glanced over and noticed the man shared some resemblance with Andrew but carried a far more sinister aura. As they drew closer, the man smirked and licked his lips.
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