"I made a mistake, but if you’re unhappy, I’ll change it all in the future. Please, don’t leave , okay? I really like you. In my heart, you’re different from other girls!"
Isabella’s tone was sowhat indifferent: "Do you like , or do you like my surna Weaver?"
"Is there a difference? It’s all part of you; you can’t separate your family from yourself. I admit, at first, I wanted to take advantage of the Weaver Family, but then I truly liked you. Gilly Scott is just a friend; I’ve never been interested in her! Do you want to take my heart out and show you? Isabella, don’t go, talk to , don’t ignore !"
Milo Field held onto the car door, unwilling to let her leave.
He always felt that if Isabella left, she would really disappear from his life!
During these few days without her by his side, he was actually miserable; he tasted the bitter cost of betraying his girlfriend, and it was extrely painful!
All these days, Isabella finally felt a tiny bit of his genuine emotions.
But it was all too late!
"Although my last na is Weaver, I am not favored in the Weaver Family. Gilly Scott, to get closer to you, just told you that I am Christopher Weaver’s daughter, afraid that you’d think she has no value, and didn’t tell you that Christopher Weaver dislikes , right?"
"What?"
"What I’m saying is true. Christopher Weaver does not like . Your effort to use his connections to get into the TV station is wasted; he won’t help you succeed. People must rely on themselves. You have ability and talent, so don’t walk this crooked path anymore; it’s easy to get exposed."
Milo Field’s face turned paler and paler.
His pursuit of Isabella, his painstaking efforts to maintain the relationship, turned out to be in vain!
He felt dizzy, managing to barely hold himself up by the car door.
"No, Isabella, it’s not right. You should go ho and plead with your father. Be a bit more respectful; you are his biological daughter; he definitely won’t refuse to help! I really need that job at the TV station. They’re offering a one million annual salary, and there will be a huge year-end bonus. I’m just one step away from success! Isabella, please help !"
Milo Field almost knelt before Isabella. If he had never felt success, it would be okay, but he had already tasted it, been praised by everyone, beco the most dazzling star among graduates, with even many well-known hosts and directors at the TV station favoring him. The future was so bright!
Now everything was gone!
He was unwilling!
Isabella turned her head to look at him, the last trace of warmth in her eyes vanished completely. What he always wanted was success!
Even though he had so true feelings for her, it was only based on her ability to help him.
Friends with Gilly Scott?
So just casually sleeping together?
She coldly, bit by bit, pried Milo Field’s hand from the car door, then closed the door and drove away.
There were already quite a few people around watching the drama, and there would surely be gossip on the forum tomorrow.
But Isabella no longer cared about these; she desperately wanted to improve her own strength and escape Christopher Weaver’s control.
She put Milo Field out of her mind, driving to the gallery.
But upon arriving, she was stunned by the heap of rubble in front of her!
Where’s the gallery?
Could she have co to the wrong place?
Yesterday it was still a quaint and elegant gallery, constantly visited by guests and fairly well-known, yet today it was vanished?
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