Chapter 233 The Conspiracy Succeeds
"Damn, am I seeing things right? They actually agreed? Such a wealthy sponsor..."
"I really want to take on a billion-dollar project too..."
"I wonder what kind of task is worth a billion US dollars!"
Abella opened the system sent by the other party on her phone. The complexity was beyond her imagination. It would be impossible to crack it within half an hour.
At that moment, Phillipe finished his call and entered. Seeing that she hadn't even touched her meal and was still looking at her phone, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you busy with work?"
"No," Abella put away her phone and glanced at the array of dishes in front of her, there were more than ten in total. "Why did you order so much?"
She hadn't noticed earlier and was surprised by how many dishes he had ordered.
"Some of them are new dishes. I wanted you to try them," Phillipe picked one and put it in her bowl. "See how they taste?"
On the other side, the secretary saw that Master Medici went offline after receiving the money and was dumbfounded. Could it be that the bigshot ran off with the money?
Although everyone said that Master Medici was formidable and had a 100% completion rate for his tasks, these were all just rumors. This was their first time collaborating with Master Medici!
What if he really ran away...? After thinking it through, the secretary couldn't help but call the boss.
This was Phillipe's fourth call from him today, and his tone was somewhat annoyed, "You better have something important to say."
Interrupting his date multiple times...
"Mr. Bourbon, Master Medici went offline as soon as he received the money! I'm worried about him..."
Losing the money is not the main concern; it's the system that they worked so hard to obtain!
If it gets leaked... their loss will be immeasurable, not just in billions!
"Would he dare to run away?"
Phillipe didn't take it seriously at all. As long as he left personal information on the website, it would be easy to find him.
The secretary didn't expect Mr. Bourbon to be even more composed than him, and her heart finally settled a little.
Meanwhile, Remy entered the password, pushed open the villa's door, and was greeted by a small garden.
"Remy, look, so many roses!" Isla couldn't believe that the random flower seeds she had scattered could bloom into so many flowers. She was instantly overjoyed.
"The housekeepers come daily to clean and water..." Remy held her hand as they walked into the garden, seeing her radiant smile, his mood improved.
"From now on, enjoying these flowers together will be with another girl..." Isla, touched by the scene, pretended to be melancholic.
"It doesn't matter; as long as Remy is happy, I will be content!" Isla playfully crouched down to smell the fragrance of the roses.
She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, closed her eyes, revealing a serene face that seemed untouched by the passage of time, and intentionally showed a hint of her bosom.
Under the sunlight, her every move exuded pure beauty.
After a while, she stood up and said, "Remy, can you get me a small bottle? I will dig up a plant..."
Remy swallowed and his voice became heavier, "If you like, you can come and visit often in the future..."
"That won't do. This will be your home with another girl! I don't fit in." Isla said, not allowing him to respond, then changed the topic, "Remy, I'm a bit thirsty..."
"Follow me." Remy wanted to hold her hand and go inside to get water, but she hesitated and stood still.
"I won't come in. What if in the future, your other half finds out that I've been here..." Isla pretended to be uneasy.
"You are my other half." Remy turned around to look at her, word by word, not waiting for her reply, he directly pulled her into the living room.
Other than the housekeepers who came daily to clean, no one else had been here, so there was only mineral water in the house.
Remy grabbed two bottles and handed one to Isla, twisting off the cap for her.
Isla sensed his subtle change, secretly delighted. She took a few sips of water and was just thinking about finding an opportunity to drug his water when suddenly, his phone rang.
Taking advantage of his absence to answer the call, Isla poured the powdered drug she had brought into his water, quickly shook it, and then casually sat on the sofa, pretending nothing happened, waiting for him to come back.
After a while, Remy finished the call and entered the room, taking a few sips of water without noticing anything suspicious.
Isla breathed a sigh of relief and gently spoke, "Remy, take me on one last tour here, please?"
"Sure." Remy held her hand and they toured from the living room, kitchen, to the bedroom.
Gazing at the large bed in the bedroom, Isla couldn't help but murmur..
"Later, you will be with another girl here..." She bit her lower lip, pretending to be sad, and shook off his hand, ready to leave...
Remy quickly grabbed her hand, looking at the restrained tears in her eyes, his last trace of sanity about to vanish...
"Isla..." Remy pressed her against the corner, kissing her wildly, as if losing control.
"Remy, don't do this..." Isla pretended to advise while tilting her slender neck, "We are already divorced, it's not appropriate..."
"Isla, we are not divorcing..."
"What did you say?"
"I want to marry you, be with you!" Remy's sanity was lost, leaving only one last promise, "I will take responsibility for you!"
Isla looked at the boy sleeping beside her, a smile of victory appeared on her lips.
If Mrs. Hamilton knew about this, she would surely explode!
Thinking about the old woman's infuriated face, Isla felt secretly proud! In the end, victory was hers, Isla!
Daring to instigate her son to leave her...just wait until she steps into the Johnson family, she'll teach that old woman a lesson!
Leaning against the headboard, Isla told Mrs. Wilson about the matter. Mrs. Wilson was ecstatic; it meant Remy would be responsible for Isla and could never escape...
This was such great news!
"Mom, didn't you say you wanted to invite relatives and friends to my banquet? You can arrange it now, Remy will come."
"That's great!"
It wasn't until dark that Remy opened his eyes, hearing a faint sobbing sound beside him. He looked closely - it was Isla crying!
Sitting by the headboard, clutching the blanket, her eyes were red, just like a pitiful little rabbit.
"Remy, it was my own decision earlier... I don't blame you. Now that you're awake, let's forget about this... I, I want to go home..."
She pretended to leave, but Remy quickly held her hand, looking at the marks of love on her neck and arms...
Remy was dumbfounded. He didn't know how he could have acted impulsively and done such a despicable thing!
Isla was only eighteen... and he actually...
"I'm sorry, Isla, I was too impulsive." Helpless, Remy embraced her, "I promised I will take responsibility for you."
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