Everything tonight made Isabella Weaver feel uneasy. She glanced at Cherry Lewis’s expression and understood that this news was also a huge shock to her, indicating that this was the President’s last-minute decision.
Is the President really just ordinary friends with her mother?
Why would he decide to give the company to her after just eting her once? Doesn’t he need to investigate her identity? What if she’s an impostor?
"Mr. President, I can’t accept your company."
"Godmother, why did you suddenly think of gifting the company to an outsider? If you cherish talent, we could let her compete to beco a designer in the company, nurturing her carefully, rather than making her the President!"
Cherry Lewis and Isabella Weaver spoke at almost the sa ti, with Cherry even more shocked and incredulous.
What kind of demon is this Isabella Weaver?!
Why did Harry Hunter marry her after just knowing her for a few days, and Samuel Shaw insists on making her the champion, despite having never seen her? More exaggeratedly, on their first eting, Godmother wants to give Moonlight Jewelry to her, which is worth billions!
This Isabella Weaver is simply her nesis! Everything she painstakingly wanted was effortlessly taken by Isabella Weaver!
She anxiously wanted to persuade further, but the doctor stopped her from speaking and carried her out on a stretcher: "She needs to rest now and can’t be stressed further! Whatever you want to say, wait until tomorrow!"
Tomorrow?
Can she live until tomorrow?
Cherry Lewis ran out after the doctor, disregarding everything.
Isabella Weaver didn’t move, standing dazed, as boundless sadness overwheld her. She didn’t know why she felt so sad.
She didn’t want any jewelry company; she rely hoped that the President would not leave this world so soon.
She stood for a while, just about to walk out when suddenly a loud bang erupted in the hallway outside.
A powerful explosion hit, directly blowing her back into the room.
Raging flas instantly spread through the entire hallway. The alarm sounded, yet the club’s fire system failed to work, and the fire grew larger with no automatic sprinklers activating!
Isabella Weaver’s ears were buzzing from the explosion, and the shockwave even caused blood to flow from the corner of her mouth.
She got up instinctively and closed the room door.
The fire and explosion were isolated outside, but she knew this wouldn’t last long.
The air was filled with deadly smoke; if no one ca to save her, she’d soon suffocate.
She soaked a towel with tea and covered her mouth and nose with it, then poured the remaining water over herself.
She had just thought about opening a window when another explosion ca.
All the glass shattered completely, with thick smoke pouring in, causing Isabella Weaver to cough violently.
She no longer had the ti to contemplate why the Royalton Club had exploded, rapidly calculating an escape route instead.
Having worked here for over a month, she was very familiar with the club, and after various routes flashed through her mind, her face quickly turned pale.
She’s on the sixteenth floor; trying to run out is almost impossible!
"Isabella! Where are you! Isabella!"
In her despair, a frantic voice suddenly pierced through the smoke and fire, reaching her ears.
Isabella Weaver’s spirit was jolted: "Harry Hunter! I’m in Room 1601!"
She shouted, disregarding the now-scorching door handle, and hurriedly opened the door.
The fire raged like mad, rushing into the room.
And amid the soaring flas, she saw Harry Hunter, cloaked in a blanket, with a stern expression, approaching her as if a god descending.
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