Chapter 12 She turns back and makes a scene, and I still have to coax her
Isabella's voice carried a plea as she turned to Emily saying, "Emily, please don't ask anymore. I'll explain later. Come on, let's go."
Isabella had been standing for three hours, her feet numb, and it was time for her to eat, but no one called for her.
It wasn't until it was dark that her phone rang.
"Madam." Kaine's voice sounded, "If you can just humble yourself, apologize or something, I believe Mr. Lawrence won't..."
"Kaine, tell Sebastian for me that if his way of punishing me is by not letting me eat, then it's really childish. Goodbye."
The call ended.
Kaine looked up, glancing at Mr. Lawrence beside him, but didn't dare to speak.
Sebastian closed the file in his hand and slammed it heavily on the table, saying, "Work is done for the day!"
He grabbed his coat and car keys, then left the company and drove towards Willow-brook Estate.
En route, he received a call from Amber, "Brother, grandpa is urging again, when are you bringing your wife home for dinner?"
"In a couple of days."
Amber replied, "I can't hold on much longer either, so please sort it out."
"Understood."
Returning to Willow-brook Estate, Sebastian's frustration grew as he looked at the empty master bedroom.
"Transfer the surveillance footage from the South City Mansion Sales Department to my computer." Sebastian picked up the phone on the desk and called Kaine, "Hurry!"
Three minutes later, Sebastian saw Isabella's figure through the high-definition camera.
By now, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. She was holding a mop, bending over to mop the floor and clean.
Sebastian crossed his arms, staring coldly at her.
Suddenly, Isabella raised her head, turned in circles, and then found a camera, deliberately pointed her middle finger at it.
After making this gesture, she energetically resumed mopping the floor.
Sebastian: "..."
He abruptly closed the computer.
The next day, at the South City Mansion.
Before starting work, the sales staff had a meeting. Emily slipped an egg to Isabella as she walked by.
From the moment she arrived here until now, Isabella hadn't eaten anything. She even slept in the temporary rest area of the sales department, with someone constantly watching her every move.
"Alright, everyone, perk up and get ready to receive customers." The supervisor said, "Isabella, go prepare some tea, then clean the toilets."
"No problem." Isabella nodded, compromising, "But, can I have something to eat after I finish?"
"After you clean it properly, we'll give you something."
She slowly rolled up her sleeves. "Okay."
Isabella prepared the tea and went to the restroom.
Once the door was locked, she quickly took out the egg Emily had given her.
In critical moments, men are unreliable.
After grabbing a quick bite, Isabella began scrubbing the toilet. "Hey, could you come here for a moment?" Suddenly, the voice of the female manager in the sales department echoed.
"You, the cleaner, there's so much water on the sink, aren't you going to wipe it, And the trash bin is overflowing, don't you know how to clean it? The floor is also covered in water, what if a customer slips?"
Isabella turned around and glanced, "Oh, I'll take care of it later."
"What do you mean 'later'? Come here now! Don't procrastinate and only think about slacking off."
Isabella simply ignored her.
Seeing this, the female manager placed her hands on her hips, "You, a mere cleaner, having such an attitude? What are you trying to do? Come here quickly!"
Isabella, hungry and tired, being scolded like this, the little fire in her heart started to burn. She had even dared to offend someone like Sebastian, a wealthy patron, so who was she afraid of?
"Fine, I'll come right away." Isabella suddenly stood up with a sly smile, "Manager, please stand to the side so that you don't dirty your shoes."
"Isabella furrowed her brows. "Are you kidding me?"
"I am serious." His expression became grave and sincere. "For now, temporarily leave New York, and I will arrange a place for you. Once I have everything settled with the Cooper family, we can..."
"Are you asking me to be your canary? Is that what you mean? Did I misunderstand?"
"I am here to protect you, Isabella."
During her most destitute and helpless moments, Marcus had not appeared, which led Sebastian to pick her up and treat her like a baby-making machine.
And now he comes to find her and says these words... If it had been a week earlier, Isabella thought, she might have agreed.
"Whether you buy this house or not is up to you."
"You are taking advantage of the fact that I have no choice...Isabella, I will buy it. I will buy it from you."
"Very well." Isabella nodded. "Then let's open an invoice and take a deposit."
Marcus compromised. "Okay. After it is purchased, we can talk again. Or... how much do you need? I can give it to you."
"I prefer to earn money through my own labor."
Saying this, Isabella dialed the supervisor's number. "Bring the documents and the POS machine to the VIP reception room. A customer wants to buy a house."
"Okay, okay, I will come right away. Oh my, you have created the shortest sales record for us!"
"Supervisor," Isabella said, "I'll leave this to you. I have other things to attend to."
Marcus looked up at her. "Isabella, let's have a meal together."
Eating... she was really hungry now. Her stomach was growling to the point of dizziness. Eating was simply a tremendous temptation.
But Isabella pretended to be reserved and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper. My boss probably won't allow me to leave."
"Is that so?" Marcus asked the supervisor. "I want to invite Miss Wallace to have a meal. Are you not letting her go?"
On one hand, there was a major client, and on the other hand, this was someone who Mr. Lawrence had specifically instructed about... He was caught in the middle, and whatever he did would be wrong!
Marcus also had the airs of a nobleman. His face tightened, his tone became serious. "Is it so difficult for you to fulfill such a simple request?"
Isabella didn't speak. Eating was the most important thing. As for who she ate with... she didn't care.
Just eat and leave.
The supervisor hesitated for a moment and then said, "I... I will go and consult with my superiors. Mr. Cooper, please wait a moment."
Marcus lightly slammed the pen in his hand on the table. "It seems that my face is not influential enough at South City Mansion."
"Mr. Cooper," he put on a smiling face, "just wait for me. I'll make a call..."
"No need."
The door to the customer reception room was pushed open, and a pair of black handmade leather shoes stepped in, powerful legs wrapped in trousers. "What's the matter? You can speak face to face now."
That voice...
"Mr. Lawrence," the supervisor immediately became respectful and fearful, "you're here."
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