Chapter 85
Isabella felt her phone vibrate and took it out to read the new message. Her small movement caught the attention of
Theodore sitting next to her. His sharp gaze swept over her phone, and his brows furrowed when he saw the message content.
Isabella was so angry that she wanted to curse out loud. In Nathan’s eyes, she would always be the kind of person unworthy of being in such a place. How dare he mock her for not deserving to be here?
She quickly typed a response on her phone, but just as she was about to send it, a long, slender hand reached out and pressed down on her phone. She looked up to see Theodore shaking his head slightly at her.
Isabella deleted her message and turned off the screen.
Her indifference to Nathan made him feel as though his anger had no impact, like a punch landing on cotton. He glared at his phone, repeatedly checking for a response from her. When he found none, his face darkened. He was certain she had read his
message.
In a fit of rage, he sent another message: “Isabella, are you using your identity as Mrs. Hill to manipulate things and secure your seat in the front row?”
He ended it with a more direct warning: “I’m warning you–don’t use your position as Mrs. Hill to gain personal benefits. You’re
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embarrassing me.”
When Isabella saw this message, the numbness in her heart was replaced by a sharp pain. Nathan was truly cold and heartless to the extreme. He could give Victoria so many privileges, paving the way for her career with both money and power. But as his wife, he neither spent money on her nor helped her advance. He treated her as if she were a thief, fearing that she might take even the smallest advantage from him.
Isabella didn’t want to endure Nathan’s endless humiliation any longer. She replied, “If you’re so afraid that I, as Mrs. Hill, am riding on your coattails, then why don’t you just revoke my title?”
Just as she was about to send it, her phone was snatched from her hand by Theodore, who decisively blocked Nathan’s number.
“Sis, trash belongs in the trash can. Why let him bother you?” he said, his voice calm but firm.
When Nathan sent another message to Isabella, the chat window simply displayed a bright red question mark.
He was blocked?
How dare she?
He looked up at Isabella, sitting gracefully in the front row, her expression serene and smiling, as if his interference hadn’t affected her mood in the slightest. It made him feel completely insignificant.
She was really getting better at playing the game. If she was so unaffected, why had she deleted his messages?
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Just as Nathan pondered over Isabella’s actions, the auction officially began. The first item on display was a sapphire necklace, surrounded by cherry blossoms to accentuate the gem’s beauty.
The necklace’s price wasn’t enough to stir any excitement in the elite women’s circle, especially since it was second–hand. Despite the host’s enthusiastic pitch, no one was bidding.
The host, with a drooping head, turned to the audience and asked, “Is there anyone in the fashion industry who could help me highlight the selling points of this necklace?”
There was a brief silence in the room.
After a while, Victoria stood up confidently, declaring, “Sapphire is a symbol of power. This necklace was passed down by Queen Elizabeth I to her daughter as a personal accessory. Anyone who owns it will surely receive divine favor and experience prosperity in their career.”
Her comment received loud applause, but despite the praise, no one stepped up to place a bid. After all, who would want to openly display their ambition?
The host awkwardly praised her: “Miss Victoria is truly knowledgeable, as expected from a well–known designer in the capital.”
Then, the host smartly turned his gaze toward Isabella. “Miss, since you’re seated in the front row, you must be an elite in the fashion world. Surely you have a way to help us sell this.
necklace, right?”
Just as the host was pleading with her, a murmur broke out
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behind her: “Isn’t she that clueless, worthless Mrs. Hill?”
“She doesn’t know anything about fashion. She probably hasn’t even heard of this sapphire necklace.”
“Shh, give Young Master Hill a little face. Don’t say it.”
The whispers continued, but Isabella stood up, unfazed.