Meanwhile, inside the clubhouse, Ethan, Nathan, and Ryan were drinking. Somehow, Ethan asked a question. "How do you maintain a mistress?"Nathan was taken aback, and Ryan spit out the drink he had just taken, completely shocked. "Ethan, what did you just say?"Ethan frowned slightly and repeated his words.It took Ryan a while to react. "OMG, miracles do happen!"Ryan was the most knowledgeable about this topic and began explaining, "Maintaining a mistress is all about money! It's not about emotions, just money. Give her what she wants, don't mistreat her, and when you break up, she won't cling to you. It's that simple."Ethan took a sip of his drink, contemplating for a moment. Indeed, it seemed quite simple."Tell me, Ethan, who is your mistress?"Ethan didn't tell him, but Nathan, who was beside them, laughed softly. He had a vague guess in his mind and leaned over to Ethan, whispering, "Take precautions. Isabella is the most promising newcomer I've seen this year."Ethan didn't r

Isabella squatted in the restroom, feeling helpless and on the verge of tears. After a few minutes, her emotions finally settled down.She couldn't possibly go out wearing her blood-stained pants. What should she do then? Of course, she dialed Ethan's phone number.At this moment, Ethan had already arrived at the parking lot. He was feeling quite irritated after the series of events that had unfolded for the past few hours. It was impossible for him to rush over to her now; the project was already a lost cause. His phone started ringing, and Ethan hesitated for two seconds before answering."Ethan," Isabella's usually arrogant voice sounded weak on the other end of the line."My period started. Can you help me buy some clothes nearby and... get me something else?"He knew exactly what that "something else" was. With his current mood, he naturally refused without hesitation. "No, figure it out yourself. I'm busy."Upon hearing his response, Isabella became anxious. "Oh come on, can't y

The next day, Isabella arrived at the set as usual. Around noon, while Isabella was having lunch, a staff member approached her. "Miss Turne, there's someone looking for you outside." Isabella casually responded while elegantly eating her meal, "Tell them to wait until I finish eating." The staff member frowned. "Shouldn't you ask who it is?" Lisa, who was sitting nearby, asked curiously, "Who is it?" "It's Mrs. Scott, Eric's mother." With a refined and luxurious appearance, Mrs. Scott stood beside a Lamborghini outside the studio. When she saw Isabella's figure, she immediately expressed her displeasure, "Are you Isabella? Under the scorching sun, you made me wait for so long. Do you have no manners?" Isabella sensed the hostility in her tone and her own expression turned cold. "Who asked you to come during mealtime?" Mrs. Scott's face immediately turned unpleasant. "Your parents are supposed to be teachers, yet they raised such an ill-mannered child! It's bad enough to make e

When Isabella regained consciousness, she found herself in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. Her hands and feet were tightly bound to a chair, rendering her completely powerless. At this moment, she felt a bit disoriented. This was Isabella's first time being kidnapped, and while she appeared calm, her gaze grew serious as she carefully recalled the events leading up to this situation.Who could be behind her abduction? Nobody outside knew Isabella's true identity, and it was unlikely to be the enemies of the Turner family. Sandra? No, she still feared Isabella. That left only one possibility: Brian.Sure enough, the next moment, the iron door of the warehouse swung open. A man wearing a black coat, a duckbill cap, and a mask entered. Despite being disguised, Isabella recognized him—it was Brian.Their eyes met, and Isabella smiled. "I advise you to release me quickly. I can forgive today's events and let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you'll never have a good life ag

A silence fell over the atmosphere inside the car. Isabella thought Ethan had stopped thinking about it and was about to take out her phone to check her messages when she heard Ethan's soft voice again. "A few days ago, I was on a business trip for a bidding project. Because of you, I couldn't go, and the project was won by the Turner Group." Ethan was always suspicious by nature, and now he doubted whether Isabella was a spy sent by the enemy. Isabella felt a slight shock in her heart and looked at Ethan with confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Do you suspect that I intentionally prevented you from going? Although I know Alexander, how could I possibly know the CEO of the Turner Group? Besides, it was because of you that I got pregnant!" "Furthermore, why blame me? Their strength is comparable to yours, and even if you had gone, you might not have gotten the project." Isabella tried to defend herself, and in the end, she couldn't resist boasting about her own brother. "I