Chapter 68 Who Doesn't Know How to Show Off?
Isabella felt a bit embarrassed. She regretted for the umpteenth time refusing Sebastian's black card when he offered it to her.
The cashier asked, "Do you want to try another card? Also, our store accepts mobile payment..."
Just as Isabella was thinking of a solution, someone suddenly walked over, holding a bank card between their fingers and handed it to the cashier, saying, "Use this card."
Isabella's expression changed.
The cashier was about to take it, but Isabella snatched it back and returned it to the person, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Cooper, for your generosity, but it's only a little over a thousand dollar. I don't need you to pay for me."
Marcus looked at her with a handsome face filled with helplessness. "Bella, you don't have to see me as an enemy."
She smiled, "I really don't need Mr. Cooper's help. When you could have helped me before, you turned a blind eye. Now there's no need for this hypocritical gesture."
"I've said I want to make it up to you."
"And I've said I don't need it!"
The cashier looked at the two about to argue and said, "Excuse me, madam, are you going to pay?"
"Yes," Isabella nodded. "Go ahead and place the order. I'm not used to carrying money or cards when I go out. Wait a moment, I'll call my assistant to come and pay."
Isn't this just showing off?
Hasn't she seen others do it before?
Especially in front of Marcus, she wanted to flaunt her identity as "Mrs. Lawrence" and show him how glamorous and superior her life was.
"...Alright, okay."
Isabella glanced at Marcus, walked to the side, and called Kaine.
Actually, she was a little worried. If Kaine was with Sebastian at a meeting and didn't check his phone or put it on silent... she would be so embarrassed.
Fortunately, Kaine was a professional and experienced assistant.
"Hello, madam," he quickly answered the call. "What can I do for you?"
Marcus stood nearby, so Isabella didn't say much. "Kaine, I forgot to bring my wallet. It's at the café across the street..."
"Alright, madam, I understand. Please wait."
"Okay."
Isabella hung up the phone, rested her cheek on her hand, and stared at a certain spot, deliberately avoiding looking at Marcus.
She didn't know why she always ran into him when she was just trying to buy some afternoon tea.
What was he doing near Lawrence Group at this time?
Meanwhile, Kaine took the call, thought for a moment, and walked over to Sebastian, who was sitting in the main seat. He quietly explained the situation.
"Mr. Lawrence, I can directly transfer ten thousand dollar to Madam as emergency funds. It's convenient and quick. What do you think?"
Sebastian furrowed his brows. "She can't just stay put and keeps running around."
"Perhaps... she wants to have a cup of coffee."
"Don't transfer it to her," Sebastian pursed his lips. "Send someone to give her a card instead."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
As he casually flipped through the meeting materials in front of him, other thoughts lightly crossed his mind.
The secretary from the President's Office brought the card and arrived quickly.
Isabella seemed to have seen a savior and thought to herself, fortunately, this pressure didn't turn into a failure!
"Madam," the secretary said, "the password is your birthday."
"Thank you."
Only then did Isabella stand up and confidently walked to the cashier's counter, swiping her card to pay.
Although it was only 700 dollars, she displayed the aura of someone spending 7 million.
If it were truly a 7 million bill, Sebastian could afford it.
Marcus had been standing to the side the whole time. "Bella, it shouldn't be like this between us."
She only asked, "Would Mr. Cooper like a cup of coffee too? It would wake up his brain. My treat."
"I know you're now married to Sebastian, enjoying a splendid life, earning respect, and having everything you want. If that's really the case, I would be willing to bless you and not disturb you...but this won't last."
A hint of surprise flickered in Isabella's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
She kept the card and turned to look at him. "I didn't quite catch what Mr. Cooper was saying."
"Sebastian is an unfathomable man, full of hidden depths. If you two have a long-standing emotional connection, I believe he will make you happy. But...Bella, I'm afraid you won't have a good life, I'm afraid he's deceiving you."
"Sebastian saved me and the Wallace family from dire straits, pulling us back from the brink of bankruptcy. He used funds to treat my grandmother, and even brought in the best medical experts. He also announced our engagement, acknowledging my position and status...and you're telling me he's deceiving me?"
Marcus replied, "These are all facts, and I can see that. But don't forget, Sebastian is a businessman. Bella, he gives you so much because he'll take away from you what he wants, what he believes is worth his investment."
Being completely exposed, Isabella felt uneasy.
But there's a saying, even if you have a swollen face, you still have to act rich.
Anyone with a little understanding can see through the facade of her and Sebastian's marriage.
Marcus was reminding her, Grace was mocking her...perhaps there were even more people waiting to watch the show.
But, so what?
If Isabella still had the ability to maintain her dignity and pride, how could she enter into a marriage based on mutual benefits?
She smiled—
"Marcus, tell me, what else do I have to lose? I have no money, no background. If I didn’t marry Sebastian, how would the Wallace family revive? How will my grandmother get the medical treatment she needs? How will I survive?"
"Relying on you? Asking you for help?"
"Do you? Continue to kneel humbly in front of the Yin family's gate, or any other family's gate, begging them to spare me? Begging them to have mercy on me?"
"He appeared and saved me. Without him, I wouldn't be here now, enjoying afternoon tea. And what have you done, Marcus?"
"You've done nothing, yet you're here criticizing and meddling in my life. By what right? By what right, Marcus? I ask you, by what right!"
By the end, Isabella's voice had become somewhat choked up, but she forcefully suppressed it.
She knew that marrying Sebastian might ruin her life forever.
No one would want to marry her... the ones who did would certainly have ulterior motives, not love her.
She would lose her eligibility to find love, and her longing and yearning for marriage...
These were the things she had lost, irreparable and irretrievable, but in return, she gained money.
"You've never been poor, never been trampled upon after falling off a cliff, you wouldn't understand! Money may be vulgar, may be dirty, but it can save lives. Do you understand the importance of saving lives? Compared to what I lost, what does it matter?"
Marcus slowly clenched his hands by his side.
"Bella, are you telling me with this speech that you understand everything, but... you have no other choice? Is that so, am I right?"
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