Isabella Weaver didn’t know that Harry Hunter was even willing to have a baby for her. She was in a great mood today, touching her belly occasionally and smiling gently.
Isabella’s thoughts drifted far; she wondered if the future baby would look like her or Harry Hunter.
She hoped it would resemble Harry Hunter.
Secretary Landon noticed that the young president spaced out several tis today, had a bruise on her forehead, yet she still smiled, leaving him perplexed.
At four in the afternoon, not even ti for the workday to end, the always hardworking president surprisingly left work early.
Isabella Weaver simply allowed Secretary Landon to leave early too, took Grace Watt out of the office building, drove with five cars, and took a group of bodyguards leaving grandly towards the distance.
Secretary Landon shook his head, taking so many people; are they going to stir up trouble? Who was so unlucky to provoke the usually good-tempered President Weaver into anger?
The convoy stopped in front of an extrely grand villa.
The bodyguards outside the villa imdiately surrounded them: "Who are you? This is the Lewis Family estate. Entry without an invitation is prohibited!"
Isabella Weaver stepped down from the car, smiling and said, "Oh, it seems I’m at the right place."
She waved her hand: "Everyone, knock these guys out for and kick the door in. Today, this Young Madam is going to be a bandit for once!"
The black-clad bodyguards imdiately stepped forward and started fighting with the Lewis Family villa’s bodyguards outside.
Isabella Weaver stood outside the front door and sighed: "The Lewis Family is truly wealthy; why is it so big inside? It looks like a giant park and doesn’t resemble a villa. Won’t you get lost inside?"
Grace Watt stood respectfully by her side and replied, "Young Madam, you guessed right. This place was originally a park with exceptional scenery; inside, there are gushing springs. The Lewis Family bought it and built a villa here, supposedly the Lewis Family spent a considerable amount to buy this land back then."
"Hmm, what a pity!"
While they talked, the bodyguards had already sorted out the people, and just as she said, they kicked the door open directly.
Isabella Weaver stepped in, inspecting here and there as if strolling through a garden estate, then ordered the bodyguards: "The flowers they have are nice; uproot them and take them away!"
"Yes, Young Madam!"
"Hey, their fish are good too; scoop them out and release them!"
"Yes!"
"This white marble bridge railing looks quite nice; I’ve never seen this in the Hunter Family. Isn’t this used only by royalty? The Lewis Family is indeed extravagant."
"Does Young Madam want to take it?"
"Forget it. This is too heavy. Don’t want it."
Just as the bodyguards were about to breathe a sigh of relief, she added: "Break them all, they don’t look pleasing to !"
"Yes!"
Isabella Weaver continued her destructive spree inside, eting several groups of bodyguards, but her people dealt with them all.
She grabbed a large bunch of flowers, with a bruised forehead, finally entered the villa’s living room.
As soon as she stepped in, a cane was thrown at her head: "Filthy creature, get out of here!"
Isabella Weaver agilely dodged the cane and sighed: "You elderly madams all like to hit people with canes?"
She picked up the cane from the ground and glanced at it in surprise—it turned out to be an Agarwood cane!
Much more valuable than Old Madam Hunter’s Yellow Flower Pear Wood cane!
She lifted her leg and banged the cane hard on her knee, with a "crack" sound, that priceless cane broke into two.
Isabella Weaver looked innocent: "Oops, sorry, broke it! It’s really not sturdy!"
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