Chapter 33 Want to Steal the Child!
Douglas sat beside him, his eyes narrowing to slits at the sight of Isabella.
As a typical playboy, he was immediately taken with her.
She was his type.
Without even considering Frederick's reaction, Douglas got up and made his way to Isabella.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
Lucas and Adam also stood up, but before they could say anything, Douglas gestured for them to sit back down.
"You two stay seated. Don't scare anyone with those faces."
Lucas and Adam were speechless.
They knew Douglas liked this girl, and the others could only feel regret in their hearts.
Although they were all born into wealthy families, none of them could compare to Douglas when it came to pursuing women.
Douglas was famous for being a playboy.
Not only was he rich, but he was also handsome, standing at 6.2 feet with a well-built physique.
The most important thing was that despite his delicate face, he had nothing effeminate about him.
He enjoyed working out, and despite looking slim, his body was all muscle.
A man as handsome as him was irresistible to any woman.
Even if others liked Isabella, they could only give up and let her be with Douglas.
However, as Douglas approached Isabella, he was suddenly shocked!
He stared at Isabella for a few seconds, then turned to look at Frederick, his expression prompting people to speculate about his feelings.
He caught a whiff of a unique fruity fragrance, the same scent he had smelled on Frederick the last time they met.
This woman was the one related to Frederick.
'How interesting!'
'A friend's wife was off-limits.'
Although Douglas was a playboy, he had his limits.
When he looked at Isabella again, his gaze immediately became much more serious.
"Don't be afraid. Frederick is here; he will protect you."
After saying that, Douglas turned back to his seat, leaned over to Frederick, and lightly poked him. "Your woman is here."
Frederick frowned and gave him a fierce glare.
Douglas leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed, his expression excited.
The others were confused.
It was only now that Isabella noticed Frederick.
Seeing him, Isabella was also surprised.
She never expected Frederick to be in this private room.
It was such an unbelievable coincidence. Isabella felt extremely embarrassed; she wished she could find a hole to hide in!
Isabella's face turned red.
She was already fair-skinned, and when she blushed, it was as if peach blossoms were blooming on her face.
In everyone's eyes, she was truly beautiful.
Douglas lightly nudged Frederick again, "What are you doing? Hurry up and show some concern for her. Look, she's shy and blushing."
"Frederick, why don't you introduce her to us?"
"Is this beautiful girl your girlfriend?" One of them stood up directly and said to Isabella, "Come and sit here."
Isabella was both flustered and embarrassed, not knowing how to respond.
She blinked her eyes, her breathing was erratic, and she looked silly, which made her look very cute.
The crowd was envious of Frederick for having such a beautiful girlfriend.
Suddenly, Frederick sneered, "Aren't you leaving?"
He sat at the head of the table, cigarette between his fingers, looking casual but full of mockery in his eyes.
Isabella didn't know how to respond; she wished she could find a place to hide.
Her face turned red. "Plans have changed," she said.
Frederick sneered again.
Isabella bit her lip in frustration. 'Who allowed you to laugh! I'm telling the truth! If that man don't agree to the divorce, how can I leave?'
Isabella was so angry that she said, "Teronica is not your home. I can come and go as I please, and it has nothing to do with you."
Her expression, tone, and words were interpreted by others as her being angry.
There also people thought Isabella’s behaviors was due to Frederick favoritism.
The group laughed and joked, "Eric, she said it had nothing to do with you! Hahaha, Frederick, are you impotent?"
Douglas instigated, "Is Eric impotent? You should ask Pretty what he's doing. Pretty, you say."
Isabella, who was twenty-six this year, looked young and appeared to be a university student in her early twenties, much younger than them.
A guy turned to Isabella and said, "Pretty, tell me the truth, is Frederick really impotent?"
Another guy joked, "Frederick likes to work out, and he's young. If he doesn't do it seven or eight times in one night, how is that possible?"
"Why are you so silly? You really ask Pretty."
"Look, Pretty is embarrassed by your question."
"Pretty, don't mind him, he's not quite right in the head."
The repeated use of 'Pretty' made Isabella angry.
Their jokes also made Isabella angry.
"Stop joking, I'm not familiar with him!"
Douglas said, "Listen, Frederick, she says she's not familiar with you. She just doesn't want to be responsible for you. Are you really impotent? She's obviously dissatisfied with you."
Isabella bit her lip and glared at Douglas.
'How can such a good-looking man have such a foul mouth?! And Frederick, doesn't he have anything to say?'
"Don't play dead, speak!"
Isabella said angrily.
Frederick flicked the ash and obediently said, "Get lost!"
Everyone was shocked.
Frederick suddenly became angry, and the laughter in the private room stopped.
Isabella didn't know what to say.
She felt humiliated, and her face turned even redder.
Isabella gritted her teeth and turned away!
'There's no way he's going to save me! I'll fight it out with Glen. Damn it! That old pervert Glen is not worth my life to teach him a lesson. I'll make him lose his fertility from today onwards!'
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
