Chapter 150 Want Me to Give You a Ride?
Isla was originally furious, but when she saw the card hanging around Abella's neck, which read "Assistant Number 16," she couldn't help but smirk contemptuously.
"So, didn't my father give you sixty million? What, not enough to spend? You can only work as an assistant at a small company? What happened to your dignity as a master?"
The designer next to her hurriedly reminded, "Miss Isla, their company is under the Medici family."
"You mean the wealthiest Medici family?"
"Yes."
Abella stood there silently and winked.
"Leaving the Wilson family and ending up like this. If it were me, I would crawl back home, kneel in front of my parents, and apologize! Maybe if my parents are pleased, they might even reward me with some pocket money."
"You would love to be a dog, but I don't."
"You..."
Abella casually glanced at the tag hanging around Isla's neck, which also had two words on it: assistant.
She had come with the designer Number 9.
"After all this pointless talk, I thought you were a designer." Abella couldn't be bothered with Isla and was about to leave.
Once again, Isla stood in front of her, "I wear this tag to broaden my horizons, unlike you, sadly working for others! We have fundamental differences!"
With a sense of superiority, Isla continued, "I am the only daughter of my family. In the future, the family business will be handed over to me to inherit. I am here early to familiarize myself and learn. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Hmm." Abella found it amusing, a smile playing on her lips, "You think you can survive this month?"
Isla had a bad feeling, "What do you mean?"
"Your family is about to go bankrupt."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Isla shouted angrily as she watched Abella walk away, "I come from a poor family like yours, but I'm not like girls who need to work to earn money! Even if we go bankrupt, I would still live better than you!"
"Oh, then I'll wait and see." Abella headed straight towards the rest area.
Isla was furious!
"Miss Isla, who is she?" Designer Number 9 couldn't help but ask curiously.
Isla looked in the direction Abella had left, grinding her teeth, "Just a little bitch, no need to know her identity!"
Isla had been raised by janitors and knew nothing about design. Today, she came with the company's designer in the role of an assistant to broaden her horizons and have a chance to show herself off!
To increase her own value, maybe even the Johnson family would look at her differently.
Although she had come as an assistant, the company's designer was doing everything to please her, serving her without any negligence.
"We must surpass them, do you hear me?"
"Yes," Designer Number 9 responded obediently.
The teacher quickly agreed and also made sure to deeply imprint the appearance of Abigail and Abella in his mind.
As soon as Abella returned to the rest area, a wealthy young woman looked up and noticed her, arrogantly striding towards her.
"Abella?"
Abella raised her gaze, clearly not recognizing the prestigious and imposing young lady in front of her.
"The entry criteria for the National Clothes Design Competition is getting lower and lower. When can even a vixen participate?"
Once the wealthy young woman uttered these words, over ten pairs of eyes focused on Abella.
Abella tried to recognize her.
Abigail became anxious, "What are you saying? Abella, why are you being called a vixen? Are your eyes mistaken or is your mind wrong? Apologize to me immediately!"
The wealthy young woman glanced at Abigail, clearly not placing this poor and plain-looking girl in her eyes. Instead, she looked at Abella from a superior position.
"Just a mere assistant, what qualifications do you have to steal someone else's fiancé? Do you even understand your own worth? You have no shame! I'm embarrassed for you!"
Abella's temper flared up a bit.
"Why not be something else? Why be a mistress? It's only because my friend is gracious enough not to bother with you! If it were me..."
Before the wealthy young woman could finish her sentence, Abella grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall.
The surrounding people were stunned.
The wealthy young woman was even more incredulous. The pain on her back and the suffocating feeling on her neck made her feel angry and humiliated. "What are you doing?"
"If you're sick, go to the hospital. Why come in front of me and act crazy, do you want me to give you a ride?"
The wealthy young woman was terrified by Abella's cold and domineering presence. Abella grabbed her hand, "You, let go..."
"Who is the vixen?" Abella applied more pressure. "If you don't say it clearly, don't even think about leaving through this door today."
"Abella, calm down..." Abigail was afraid for the other woman as Abella nearly knocked down over twenty people last night...
"How dare you do this to me? Do you believe..." The wealthy young woman's words were cut off by Abella's choking grip, her face turning red from lack of oxygen. "You, let go of me..."
"I have limited patience. You only have thirty seconds."
Being provoked one after another today, Abella's mood was not good, and someone happened to run into her.
"You, you stole someone else's fiancé, and you think you're right?" The wealthy young woman was being choked, struggling to breathe as she gasped for air, "Indeed, people like you have no shame, they don't even admit their mistakes..."
"You've had enough!" Abigail yelled at her and quickly tried to persuade Abella, "Abella, don't be angry, let go of her..."
Abella increased the strength.
The wealthy young woman felt like she might die here. Using all her strength, she managed to say two words, "Lola..."
Abella released her grip, understanding what was going on.
The wealthy young woman's body slumped down, and several designers rushed to her side.
"Oh my goodness, your neck is all red! Hurry and get the medicine box."
"Who is this person? Are they sick? They've squeezed you like this..."
"This is Miss Russell from the Russell family. If anything happens to her, not even eight lives will be enough to compensate for it!"
"Anyone with common sense should apologize to me right away. Otherwise, if this matter reaches Lord Russell, it won't just be you who will be affected!"
Upon hearing this, the onlookers immediately guessed the identity of this wealthy young lady in front of them. She was Sophia, the most favored little princess of the Russell family!
You can't afford to offend her!
"Who wants to share both blessings and hardships with her, come forward." Abella's cold gaze swept over the designers in front of her.
The designers were terrified and lowered their heads, no longer displaying their previous arrogance.
They had witnessed Abella pinching Sophia just now!
When this girl gets angry, her aura is probably only matched by the lord of the Bourbon family!
They were equally terrifying and sent shivers down one's spine.
Abella coldly examined Sophia in front of her.
"Didn't your good friend tell you who her fiancé is?"
"What do you mean?" Sophia coughed twice, struggling to catch her breath, and defiantly looked at Abella. "This is something that countless prestigious families are aware of. Do you think you can twist the truth here?"
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