"Isabelle, don’t be impulsive." Benjamin Grant wanted to save face and wouldn’t allow her to be so reckless in public.
Isabelle Nightingale burned with rage: "Bell, tonight I’ll let you taste what it’s like to be served by old men."
She was capable of anything; seeing Benjamin Grant stripping Bell’s clothes with her own eyes made her liver and guts feel like they were on fire.
Isabelle Nightingale had always been vicious and cruel, but she pretended to be pitiful in front of Benjamin Grant. This time, she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and her fake mask completely fell off.
A slap landed on Bell’s face: "Slap!"
"Enough!" This slap didn’t land on Bell’s face; instead, Benjamin Grant slapped Isabelle Nightingale’s face.
Her face turned entirely red, full of red marks.
Benjamin Grant was also angry. In his dapper and reasonable manner, he said, "Isabelle, you betrayed me first. Why can’t I find another woman?"
A green tint had already spread over his head. Damn, that night in the bar, Isabelle Nightingale was really with a group of old men...
How could this possibly save the Eldest Young Master’s face?
Last time, he covered her scandal and even took her to get a procedure. This time, Benjamin Grant couldn’t do it.
"Let’s break off the engagement."
Isabelle Nightingale stood there, dumbfounded. Were these Benjamin Grant’s words?
Was it really Benjamin Grant?
The man who used to say he loved her, that she was the only one in his lifetime, and that he wanted to be with her forever?
Now, after she had so many abortions for him and was ruined by Eva Nightingale, Benjamin Grant actually wanted to dump her, too?
Isabelle Nightingale could hardly see the road, hatred welling up in her heart: "Benjamin Grant! You can’t treat me ."
"Tonight, don’t interfere. Let me have someone teach Bell a lesson, and we can start over."
Benjamin Grant pulled at the corners of his lips.
Looking at the disheveled Isabelle Nightingale, he embraced her: "This has nothing to do with Bell."
Isabelle Nightingale’s eyes were filled with hatred, so much hatred. At this point, Benjamin Grant still wanted to help Eva Nightingale’s friend. Hmph, Benjamin Grant, tomorrow I’ll be your stepmother.
Having come to this, Isabelle Nightingale was throwing caution to the wind.
Her mother was right, if she couldn’t be his wife, she would be his stepmother. Tomorrow, she’d drug Benjamin Grant’s father.
If Benjamin Grant insisted on breaking off the engagement!
Then she’d marry Benjamin Grant’s father, become his stepmother, and tear the Nightingale household apart!
With the Grant Family’s help, dealing with Eva Nightingale would be a piece of cake.
This time, Isabelle Nightingale was determined to destroy Eva Nightingale completely, starting with... Bell.
She planned to drug her with the strongest stuff, send her to an old man, and have the whole thing live-streamed.
After dealing with Bell, she’d find a way to catch Eva Nightingale, too. The same kind of abuse!
Isabelle Nightingale would even find a sadist to torture Eva, enjoying seeing her break down!
Only this way would she feel satisfied, freeing her from her wrath. Hmph, just wait and see!
"Benjamin, shall we get married next week?" Isabelle Nightingale tentatively asked.
Benjamin Grant let go of her waist: "Isabelle, we’re still young. There’s no need to rush, let’s call off the engagement."
Isabelle Nightingale’s face changed dramatically. Very well, Benjamin Grant, don’t blame me for being heartless!
Bell was knocked unconscious by several men in black, had a cloth stuffed into her mouth, and was thrown into a van, heading straight to the outskirts.
Watching this scene, Benjamin Grant remained indifferent. He didn’t want to get involved in this mess.
After all, Bell had nothing to do with him, and he hadn’t slept with her.
However, Benjamin Grant still got into the van and, midway, he removed the cloth from Bell’s mouth and quietly asked:
"Between me and a bunch of old men, who would you choose?"