Episode 4

Isabella arrived.

Having finished her shopping spree at the mall, Rachel took Isabella directly to 1996, where she planned to throw Isabella a single's bash tonight.

Isabella didn't expect to run into Damien Hawke and his friends here, and she naturally overheard their mockery.

Isabella recognized Lucas Stone and the others in the luxurious booth; they were in the same circle as Damien Hawke. Lucas Stone was even Damien Hawke's best brother. Back when Damien Hawke and Grace had their sensational romance, they all liked Grace, and Lucas Stone even called Grace "Sister-in-law."

For the past three years, Isabella hadn't been able to integrate into their circle at all; they all disliked her.

The labels they stuck on her were "gold-digging replacement bride," "ugly duckling," "country bumpkin"...

When a man doesn't love you, his friends won't respect you.

Rachel was already furious. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to attack. "I'm going to tear their mouths apart!"

Isabella grabbed Rachel. "Rach, forget it! We're divorced now; no need to get angry with these people!"

Seeing Isabella's detached and calm demeanor, Rachel barely suppressed her anger. At this moment, more and more eyes were gathering on Isabella, calling her a "goddess." Rachel's mood improved. "Bella, let's go, time for your single's party."

Rachel led Isabella to another luxurious booth and waved her hand. "Bring all the male models from 1996 over here!"

In the luxurious booth on the other side, several rich kids were still mocking Isabella when they felt a cold, sharp gaze fall upon them.

They looked up and saw Damien Hawke, in the main seat, lazily lifting his handsome eyes to glance at them.

Cold, displeased, and warning.

The smiles of the rich kids froze, and they immediately shut up, afraid to say any more bad things about Isabella.

Lucas Stone looked at Damien Hawke. Although his brother had never looked at Isabella properly, Isabella had diligently taken care of his brother for three years, and he still valued that little bit of affection.

At this moment, the surrounding commotion grew louder. "What a beautiful goddess!"

Goddess?

Where?

Lucas Stone followed the crowd's gaze and was instantly stunned. "Holy crap, she really is a goddess."

The eyes of the rich kids around him glazed over. "When did Silverlake get a goddess like that? I've never seen her before."

Lucas Stone pulled at Damien Hawke. "Bro, take a look at the goddess."

Damien Hawke had never lacked women; he'd seen all kinds of shapes and sizes. He didn't want to look, but Isabella's booth was right across from him.

Damien Hawke looked up and saw Isabella.

Isabella had taken off her black-framed glasses, shed her usual dullness and conservatism, and revealed a palm-sized face as white and delicate as snow. Her bone structure was inherently superior, and her temperament was aloof and refined. Her pure, long black hair cascaded over her shoulders in a gentle, obedient manner, making her every bit the stunning goddess.

Damien Hawke glanced at her, paused for two seconds.

Lucas Stone said excitedly, "Bro, what do you think of that goddess?"

The other rich kids said, "Mr. Hawke probably doesn't think much of her. Mr. Hawke's type is the soft, delicate beauty like Grace, not this aloof goddess."

"Look at the goddess's legs! Those legs are no less than Grace's."

Isabella was wearing a Chanel-style mini skirt, a departure from her usual conservative style, and revealed her legs for the first time.

Her legs were shapely and well-proportioned, neither too skinny nor too thick.

These were legs that made men's imaginations run wild.

No less than Grace's.

Damien Hawke looked at the "goddess" for two seconds, and a strange feeling arose that this woman looked a little familiar, like he'd seen her somewhere before.

At this moment, a group of male models entered one after another, all with fair skin, beautiful faces, and long legs. They stood in a row in front of Isabella.

Rachel smiled. "Bella, come on, pick eight."

To celebrate her escape from the misery of marriage, Isabella decided to indulge herself. "You, you, you… all of you stay."

Lucas Stone counted. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. The goddess actually ordered eight male models in one go."

The other rich kids said, "What's the point of spending that money? As long as the goddess opens her mouth, we'll all be free."

Everyone laughed.

Ding.

At this moment, Damien Hawke's phone rang again with another consumption text message notification.

Damien Hawke picked up his phone. What had Isabella bought this time?

[Dear VVIP user, your card ending in 0975 spent on eight male models at 1996 bar]

Damien Hawke's expression stiffened. He looked at "eight male models" twice, then looked up at the goddess across from him.

The goddess across from him who had just ordered eight male models in one go was none other than Isabella?

Damien Hawke, "..."

Eight male models surrounded Isabella, pouring wine into her glass. "Sis, let's play a drinking game."

Rachel said happily, "Okay, let's play, let's play."

Isabella lost in the first round, and a male model held up a glass of wine to feed Isabella. "Sis, drink up."

Isabella drank a glass, and the other male models protested. "Why does Sis drink his wine and not ours? We want to feed Sis wine too."

This sweet burden made Isabella feel like she couldn't possibly favor them all; she really couldn't favor them all.

Damien Hawke's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, and his handsome features tightened into a sinister arc. He stood up and walked out.

Lucas Stone was stunned. "Bro? Bro, where are you going?"

Isabella was drinking when a large hand with distinct knuckles reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, lifting her off the sofa like a chicken.

Isabella looked up in surprise, and Damien Hawke's handsome, aloof face was already magnified in her view.

Isabella was stunned and quickly struggled, trying to free her wrist from his grasp. "Damien Hawke, let me go!"

Damien Hawke dragged her away with a cold expression.

Rachel stood up. "Damien Hawke, what are you doing? Let Bella go!"

Lucas Stone and the rich kids who followed were dumbfounded. They were in disbelief, suspecting they were hallucinating. "Bella?"

"The goddess is actually Isabella?"

"Is this still the ugly duckling Isabella we know?"

"So Isabella is so beautiful!"

Watching the aloof and stunning figure being dragged away by Damien Hawke, Lucas Stone froze completely. "Damn, Isabella, who no longer revolves around Brother, has actually transformed into a goddess!"

...

Damien Hawke dragged Isabella, his palm large and strong, his iron grip as overbearing and forceful as he was. No matter how Isabella struggled, she couldn't break free.

His strides were large, and Isabella stumbled along behind him. "Damien Hawke, let me go!"

At this moment, Damien Hawke flung her hand away, and Isabella's slender back collided with the cold wall.

Then, her vision went black as Damien Hawke's tall and straight figure pressed forward, trapping her against the wall.

Dangerous flames flickered in Damien Hawke's eyes. "Isabella, are you playing these games like I'm dead?"

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