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At night, Isabella arranged to meet Olivia at a bar for drinks.

They drank until they were completely drunk, stumbling arm in arm as they left the bar, each complaining about their woes, paying no attention to what lay ahead.

Then, without noticing, Isabella bumped into a man. She staggered back a few steps, holding her forehead, feeling like she was seeing stars.

She squinted to see the man clearly. With some surprise, she said, "Henry, it's you!"

Henry looked at her coldly, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips after a brief moment of shock.

"Anywhere I go, I bump into you, Isabella. We really are fated," he said mockingly.

She leaned against the wall, giving him a cold stare, thinking to herself: What kind of fate is this?

"Olivia, let's go," Isabella pulled Olivia, attempting to leave. But just as she took a step, Henry grabbed her wrist.

He held her delicate wrist tightly, pushing her back against the wall, causing her spine to hit the hard surface, making her wince i