The Royalton Club in A City is a high-end private club that combines business and leisure, and it's highly sought after for its excellent privacy.
Isabella Weaver walked out of the club's finance room, entered the elevator, pressed the button for the basement level, and then opened an envelope to start counting money.
A man entered the elevator midway, but she didn't look up, engrossed in counting the money carefully. Although she knew the exact amount, she counted it once again to be sure.
Nine thousand Yuan. After paying the car loan of seven thousand Yuan, two thousand would be left.
No wonder it's a high-end club. She's been working part-time here for a month and can actually earn this much.
Even after leaving the elevator and walking into the underground parking lot, Isabella Weaver was still thinking about whether to spend the remaining money on a pair of shoes or a shirt for Milo Field.
He would graduate in half a year and had been attending interviews frequently. Clothes make the man, and Isabella Weaver wanted to make him look more presentable and handsome.
She calculated carefully, tucked the money into her backpack, squatted down to unlock her bicycle.
The lock was opened; just as she was about to ride away, a car next to her...
Isabella knew what was going on inside, her expression unchanged, she unlocked and pushed her bicycle away.
Such things happened almost weekly. Some people just couldn't resist and didn't even enter the club, doing it directly in the parking lot....
However, after walking a dozen meters, she suddenly stopped.
Something's not right!
Why did that car look so familiar?
The bright red Range Rover!
Wasn't that the car she bought for Milo Field, the one for which she worked hard, paying a loan of seven thousand Yuan each month!
All the blood in Isabella Weaver's body froze at that moment.
Her fingers trembled slightly, yet she calmly and rationally put her bicycle in place, without making a sound, and walked step by step to the side of the Range Rover.
"Milo, do you like me?"
"Of course, Gilly, you've asked so many times, stop doubting."
"Hmm... then what about Isabella?"
"What do you mean what?"
"When will you break up with her?"
"Just wait a bit longer!"
Isabella Weaver stood by the car, watching the two figures inside through the semi-transparent car window and listening to their conversation. The last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.
He said he was busy with job interviews and had no time for her, he said he was under a lot of pressure and wanted to be alone to think.
All lies!
He was with another woman learning how to...!
She clearly remembered when they went to buy this car, he smiled gently, saying this model of Range Rover was good, spacious enough, comfortable to take her out for a ride.
And now?
He's inside with another woman!
The two people inside had not noticed that someone was standing outside the car.
Isabella Weaver stared blankly for a while, feeling that everything in front of her was so unreal.
The two people inside, one was her gentle and considerate boyfriend, the other was her kind and beautiful best friend, the two people she once thought were the most gentle and trustworthy.
Some say that when pain reaches its extreme, you stop feeling it, you become calmer.
Isabella Weaver found this to be true. She didn't feel any pain; she was very calm.
So, she calmly picked up a fire extinguisher from the parking lot, calmly took a deep breath, and calmly smashed it against the car window with a loud "bang."