Chapter 277 Didn't you see my fiancée giving someone a lesson?
"Alright." Mrs. Medici was surrounded by a few noble ladies and stood chatting in place.
"Mrs. Medici, I heard that your daughter Lola scored very high on the SAT this time, much better than my child." The noble ladies kept praising Mrs. Medici.
In her excitement, Isla accidentally noticed Abella going to the restroom with that man accompanying her, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She immediately stood up and followed.
After Abella finished using the restroom and was washing her hands, she suddenly heard a triumphant voice. "Didn't expect the Wilson family to acquire today's land, right?" Isla walked up to her, raised her proud chin, and looked at her disdainfully. "I noticed that you really wanted this piece of land just now. Why don't you kneel down and beg me? I can ask my father to sell it to you at a lower price."
"Are you crazy? You should see a psychiatrist. Instead of going there, you come here to act crazy?" Abella rolled her eyes at her and was about to leave.
"Abella! You despicable bastard! Even if you founded QY, you can never be noble! The blood flowing in your veins is that of low-class people! I don't know who you are trying to impress with your cold demeanor all the time! That man must be blind to choose you! I don't know what kind of poor family could produce someone like you! You disgust me! Absolutely disgusting!" Isla seemed to want to vent all the negative emotions she had accumulated these days.
Isla noticed that the handsome man was still waiting outside, so she continued to provoke Abella in a low voice, "You are just like that old woman at the hospital, wasting air by being alive. Both of you should have died long ago." Abella's eyes turned completely cold, and she took a few steps towards her.
Isla felt she had succeeded. She quickly grabbed some water from the faucet and splashed it towards herself, then turned to run out of the restroom as fast as possible, intentionally messing up her hairstyle to create the illusion of being bullied by Abella in the restroom.
Trying to run away? Abella took two steps forward, grabbed her, and slammed her against the wall, giving her a hard slap. Due to the tremendous inertia, Isla fell to the side.
"Ah..." Isla got the reaction from Abella that she wished for.
As long as she fell into that man's arms, and he instinctively supported her, half of her plan would succeed!
But she never expected that Phillipe, as if he hadn't seen her, actually walked towards Abella, concerned, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Don’t worry, this isn’t anything for you to be concerned about." Abella walked towards Isla, her icy gaze burning with raging fury. She grabbed Isla, her hand choking her neck, pinning her against the wall. "You dare insult your grandmother? Say it again!"
"Sister, I don't know what you're talking about. I can't breathe properly, please let go, help me." Isla made a painful expression.
"Abella, what are you doing!!!" Mrs. Wilson scolded and rushed over immediately.
The remaining few gazes in the room were all looking at them.
Seeing Mrs. Wilson angrily walking towards Abella, as if she wanted to confront her, Mrs. Medici immediately pushed through the crowd and hurried over.
"Are you trying to provoke me? Who do you think you're performing for?" Abella tightened her grip, intensifying the strength in her hand. "Believe me, I could strangle you in a second."
"Abella—" Mrs. Wilson rushed over, but unexpectedly, a handsome figure blocked her path.
She looked up, incredibly stunned. "Mr. Bourbon?"
The helmsman of the Bourbon Group, the youngest global billionaire in history!
Why would he bother with such trivial matters? "Didn't you see my fiancée giving someone a lesson?"
The cold and ruthless voice left Mrs. Wilson unable to believe what she heard. What does he mean?
Fiancée?
Abella is Phillipe's fiancée?
How is that possible!!
Mrs. Wilson's body suddenly went weak, almost sitting on the ground.
Even Mr. Wilson, who had arrived in haste, was shocked beyond measure. He could hardly believe what he heard. Did Phillipe himself admit that Abella is his fiancée??
"Who were you cursing just now? Cat got your tongue? Can't speak anymore?" Abella increased the strength in her hand, emitting a terrifying aura. Her cold gaze seemed like it could devour the clown before her.
Still in shock, Isla hadn't reacted yet. That man just said Abella is his fiancée, and her mother addressed him as Mr. Bourbon in fear. Could it be? Could it be that he is not just some executive of the Bourbon Group, but the global billionaire, Phillipe?!
How is that possible!
The global billionaire, Phillipe, how could he have a fiancée? And how could that fiancée be Abella??
What on earth is going on??
She must have misheard!
Abella coldly surveyed the clown before her. "Since you want to play, I'll play with you to the fullest."
She ruthlessly slapped Isla again and again, with a distance of about two meters between them. Mr. Wilson, seeing his daughter being beaten without any ability to fight back, couldn't help but become anxious.
"Mr. Bourbon, I'm sorry, but that person who got hit was my daughter. Could you please let me through? There might be a misunderstanding between them, and I'll go and mediate.?"
"It was your daughter who made my fiancée unhappy?" Phillipe's icy gaze was as cold as frost. "You have failed to raise your daughter properly, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."
Mr. Wilson now confirmed that Abella was indeed his fiancée, and it was all over. Isla shouldn't have provoked Abella at any time, and especially not in front of Phillipe.
Abella slapped Isla multiple times, each slap delivered with great force.
Isla's ears were ringing, her vision blurred, and she saw multiple shadows. Abella's face and the people around her all became a blur.
"Abella!" Mrs. Wilson saw her daughter with bleeding lips, swollen cheeks on both sides, ruined makeup, and disheveled hair. She felt her heart ache instantly!
She wanted to kill Abella, but at this moment, she dared not move with Phillipe standing there. All she could do was control herself and try to persuade Abella with as polite a tone as possible.
"Why did you hit her for no reason? Look at what you've done to her... so many people watching, you should let her go quickly."
In the past, Mrs. Wilson would have rushed over and fought Abella without hesitation.
But now, with Phillipe standing in front of her, she didn't dare to move, she could only endure it and speak as politely as possible to negotiate with Abella.
"Why did you hit her?"
Abella smirked coldly, looking at the woman in front of her. "Of course, it's because she deserved it!"
"Why... what kind of reason is that? Don't you worry that other families will laugh at you with such a statement!" There were many people around, all of whom held status and influence... Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but fuel the fire. "The Wilson family just took the land you wanted, and you resort to violence? You're the esteemed founder of QY, how petty of you?"
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