Carrie played it smart. More accurately, she had grown up a lot. She did not have parents to count on, and her siblings were not close to her. No longer a Newman heiress, Carrie was forced to grow up. The group got their acts together and followed Carrie into the bar. Meanwhile, Austin lugged along two large suitcases at Wiltspoon Airport while Isabella strolled ahead, her hands empty. Austin wanted to free up a hand to hold Isabellaโs, but Isabella preferred to walk by herself. She said, โYou are having a hard time pulling the luggage. You donโt have to hold my hand. Iโm not a child who will get lost.โ Austin grinned. โThere are a lot of people here.โ Isabella was never found without a security detail. Her bodyguards would escort her and pave the way for her in crowded areas. Unlike now, Isabella had no one to ensure her safety and clear the path for her. Isabella said, โSo what? I have my personal space, and they have theirs. โTo be honest, it feels like a lifetim
Hearing that Carrie was footing the bill, every girl she called immediately agreed to meet.By the time Carrie arrived at the bar, the three young socialites she had summoned were already waiting. Dressed to the nines, they clustered near a BMW as they waited for her. Upon seeing that she took a taxi, they glanced at each other.โLook, she took a cab,โ one muttered as Carrie stepped out. โDoesn't even have a car now.โYou think she can actually afford to treat us? Or do you think this is a trap to make us pay?โโIf she tries that, weโll just call Camryn Newman to settle the tab,โ another remarked.โEveryone knows she and her sister are mortal enemies. Thereโs no way she would do that.โโThey're still biological sisters, though.โโRelax, itโs just drinks. How much could it cost? Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. She might be broke by her standards, but sheโs still richer than most. She can afford to treat us to a few drinks.โAs they whispered to each other, Carrie wa
โEither way, I'm going out to drink tonight! Either you two drink with me until we drop, or I go alone!โThe bodyguard's face darkened further, but he remained silent.Carrie then turned her gaze to the other bodyguard, the quieter one who usually just drove when they went out.Meeting her stare, he said coldly, โIf you insist on going to the bar and something happens, any consequences are yours to bear.โWith that, he turned and walked away.His colleague hesitated for a second before quickly following, no longer stopping Carrie from leaving.Carrie finally successfully left the villa.Now that she was back to being Carrie Newman, she could no longer use Mrs. Longbottomโs luxury car.Her high heels clicked away as she walked out to the main road and hailed a taxi, instructing the driver to take her to the bar she used to frequent.Then, she called her old clique to drink with her.Back in the day, these hangers-on came from families far less wealthy than the Newmans. These m
The bodyguard replied coldly, โThe wine cabinet at home is stocked with premium liquor purchased by Mr. Longbottom. If you wish to drink, you can do so at home. Thereโs no need to go to a bar.โYou must remember youโre currently living as Mrs. Longbottom, a distinguished madam of high society. If you go drinking at bars with this appearance and word gets out, tarnishing Mr. Longbottomโs reputation, he will hold us all accountable for it.โYou should just drink at home.โCarrie pouted. โDrinking alone at home is too boring. Whatโs the point of drowning my sorrows by myself? Bars are lively and crowded. Thatโs where I want to go.โI could go home first, remove my makeup and mask, and go back to being Carrie. Then Iโll go drinking. Even if Iโm recognized, itโll be me thatโs embarrassed, and itโll have nothing to do with Mrs. Longbottom.โThe bodyguard fell silent.Carrie stopped arguing.Upon returning to the villa, she immediately went upstairs to change, remove her makeup, and re
โI donโt want to go home.โCarrieโs sudden declaration was met with stony silence from the driver. The bodyguard in the passenger seat finally turned his head, his voice icy.โWhere do you want to go?โโIโm in a bad mood. I want to walk around alone.โThe bodyguard rejected her without hesitation. โYou must return home. Youโre not permitted to wander unless Mr. Longbottom approves.โโHey! Iโm a human being, a living person! You canโt just restrict my freedom like this!โI said, Iโm upset, and I want to go out.โThe bodyguardโs tone turned colder. โWhat exactly has upset you? You live in a luxurious villa, want for nothing, and receive a generous monthly allowance. What could possibly trouble you?โThey were the ones with real problems.They were stuck babysitting her in Wiltspoon, unable to return home.Though unmarried, they had girlfriends, but those relationships were now under threat due to their inability to leave Wiltspoon. No matter how they tried to explain, their gir
Now that a fake was taking her place in tormenting Camryn, the real Carrie was no longer allowed to reclaim her identity. Trapped under this fabricated persona, she was forced to play the role of a mistress.To hell with โMrs. Longbottomโ! She was not even the real one.In Tonyโs eyes, she was nothing more than a plaything, not even worthy of being called a mistress.Rumor had it he had taken a new lover recently, showering her with affection. The actual Mrs. Longbottom had not even done anything about it. Well, she was probably powerless to intervene. A lecherous old man like him cycled through women endlessly. Any woman married to him must have been cursed with the bad luck of eight lifetimes combined.Carrie had considered escaping, but these two bodyguards monitored her every move; she never got a chance.She needed to find a way to win them over. Even if she could not fully turn them to her side, she could at least soften them up and make them turn a blind eye when she fina