Episode 5

Isabella frowned, "How did I play you?"

Damien Hawke gritted his teeth and said, "Who told you to dress so slutty?"

What?

Slutty?

"Damien Hawke, explain yourself!"

Damien Hawke lowered his eyes and glanced at her mini skirt, "Your thighs are almost showing, do you really want people to stare at your legs that much?"

Isabella's skirt was indeed a bit short, Rachel had picked it out for her.

Rachel's original words were, "My Bella just doesn't show her legs, look how proud Grace is. Tonight, let everyone see who has the best legs in Silverlake."

Isabella raised her delicate willow eyebrows slightly, "It seems Mr. Hawke has been looking at my legs."

Damien Hawke was taken aback.

Isabella leaned against the wall, looking alluringly languid. She slowly raised her right leg, the foot in a crystal high heel brushing against his ankle.

The man was wearing black dress pants, encasing two strong, long legs, exuding an aura of cold nobility and abstinence.

Isabella's fair toes moved up his ankle, caressing his calf in an ambiguous manner.

It was seduction.

It was also provocation.

Damien Hawke said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Isabella curled her red lips, "Mr. Hawke, which legs do you prefer, mine or Grace's?"

Damien Hawke looked at her. The small widow's peak on her forehead made her palm-sized, snow-white face even more exquisite. She was like a fairy, yet she was boldly seducing him, looking pure and radiant.

Last night, he had glimpsed her beauty hidden behind the black-framed glasses, but he hadn't expected her to be so beautiful.

He seemed to have seen her face somewhere before.

Isabella's clear eyes sparkled with a smile, "Mr. Hawke, has Grace ever wrapped her legs around your waist?"

Damien Hawke's breath hitched, and his handsome face moved closer to hers, "Isabella, are you really that wanton? Thinking about men all day long, even ordering eight male models to satisfy you!"

He didn't answer her question about him and Grace, which was probably the best protection a man could offer a woman.

His relationship with Grace was so passionate, they were both young and beautiful. Grace's jade legs must have wrapped tightly around his waist, otherwise he wouldn't be so hung up on her.

Grace was truly happy, to make such a fickle man so devoted to her.

He definitely wouldn't have used the word "wanton" to describe Grace.

Although Isabella was smiling, her bright, clear eyes were cold, "That's right, Mr. Hawke's body is useless, and he can't satisfy me, so of course I have to go out and find a man! Let's get divorced quickly, if one man is useless, I'll just change to another one! The next one will be better!"

She was saying he was useless again!

And that the next one would be better?

This woman was really asking for it!

Damien Hawke reached out and pinched Isabella's delicate chin, "Reverse psychology? You want to know if I'm good or not that badly?"

What?

Isabella was stunned.

Damien Hawke leaned in close to her red lips, lingering ambiguously, but the words he uttered were devoid of warmth, "Don't dream, I will never touch you, the one I love is Grace."

The one he loved was Grace.

He didn't even need to say it, she already knew. Isabella felt like she had been stung by a bee, the pain wasn't obvious, but it was a dense, tingling ache.

At this moment, a pleasant voice rang out, "Damien."

Isabella looked up, Grace had arrived.

Grace was the red rose of Silverlake, a beauty with rosy lips and white teeth. Because she had been dancing since she was young, her body was even more delicate.

Damien Hawke immediately let go of her and walked quickly to Grace's side. He lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at Grace with a tenderness that Isabella had never seen before, "You're here?"

Grace nodded and then looked at Isabella, "Who is this?"

Grace didn't recognize Isabella right away.

But Isabella would never forget Grace.

In fact, Isabella and Grace were half-sisters, but not by the same father.

Ethan was not Isabella's biological father, but her stepfather.

Many years ago, Isabella also had a very happy family, her father Zack Davis and her mother Mia were very loving and respectful to each other.

Her father loved her very much, and would lift her up high every day, "My Bella must be happy."

Then one day, her father suddenly passed away. Her father's younger brother, Ethan, moved into her father's house with his daughter Grace, and her mother became Grace's mother.

Her mother remarried her second uncle.

Her mother loved Grace, and no longer loved her.

Grace got 99 points on the exam, she got 100 points, her mother would hit her hand with a ruler, "Can't you let your sister have her way a little? Why did you have to score higher than your sister?"

Grace was sick and undergoing chemotherapy, and shaved her head, crying that she had become ugly, her mother immediately shaved her head as well, "You have to be ugly with your sister, so your sister won't cry."

Every night, her mother, Grace, and Ethan slept together as a family, playing and laughing. She held the doll her father bought her and stood alone outside their door crying, "Mom, Bella is scared."

Later, Grace finally changed her address and called her mother "Mom." Her mother was so happy, but Grace said, "Mom can only have one daughter."

That day, it was raining heavily, and her mother took her to the countryside and abandoned her there.

Little Isabella chased after the car all the way, crying uncontrollably, "Mom, don't leave Bella... Bella will be good, Bella will let her sister have her way... Mom, hug me, Bella is scared..."

Little Isabella hugged her doll and fell heavily into a muddy pond, watching her mother drive away before her eyes.

Isabella would never forget Grace.

At this moment, Lucas Stone ran over, "Gracie, this is... your sister Isabella!"

Grace was shocked, "You're Isabella?"

Isabella knew that Grace had always looked down on her.

When they were young, she was always her underling. Grace was very successful, and later started dating Damien Hawke, the young master of the Hawke family. A child who grew up in flowers and love was aloof and spoiled.

Lucas Stone was once again amazed by Isabella's beauty, he whispered, "I didn't expect Isabella to be so beautiful."

Grace's memories of her childhood were blurry, because she had never looked at this unloved sister, but wasn't this sister an ugly duckling who had returned from the countryside?

Grace walked up to Isabella, scanned her, and said with arrogance, "Isabella, I didn't expect you to copy my dressing style."

Isabella, "..."

Whatever makes you happy.

Isabella straightened her slender and beautiful back, smiled and said nothing. The light of the corridor plated her pure and beautiful little face, like a pearl shining with light.

She was no longer the little Isabella she used to be.

Grace, "Isabella, I heard that you and Damien are getting a divorce. Can't you live without a man? You're coming to a bar to order male models, how depraved. If I were you, I would find a job."

Grace then looked at Damien Hawke and said condescendingly, "Damien, Isabella has taken care of you for so long, even if she was a nanny, you should find her a job."

Damien Hawke's gaze fell on Isabella's face.

Lucas Stone, "Gracie, you need a degree to find a job now, what is Isabella's degree?"

Grace seemed to have remembered something interesting, and raised her chin high and smiled, "Isabella stopped studying at 16."

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