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Chapter 161.Panic seized Isadora’s entire body, icy and absolute.Her breath came in short, jagged gasps as she blindly grabbed her handbag off the velvet booth. Her fingers fumbled frantically inside the bag, trembling so violently that she almost dropped her phone twice before unlocking the screen. She dialed Mitchell’s number, pressing the receiver to her ear and praying to hear her best friend’s reassuring voice.But the call didnt even ring. It went straight to voicemail.Isadora swallowed down a lump of rising hysteria, shoving the phone back into her purse. She took a few deep, forced breaths, trying to convince her racing mind that she was overreacting. It was just a random passerby, she told herself, trying to rationalize the blinding flash. People do that all the time. Someone probably just thought I looked cute or recognized me from the news release.She needed to get out of the café, and more than anything, she needed to see her younger brother.With shaking hands, Isador

Chapter 163.The sprawling Bianchi estate was dead silent under the dark expanse of the night sky. Up on the second-floor terrace, Alessio stood near the glass railing, his broad, tall frame clad in a relaxed black hoodie and matching black joggers.To anyone else, he looked completely calm, holding a heavy crystal glass of red wine between his long fingers as he took a slow, deliberate sip. But beneath that stoic, unreadable exterior, a lethal fire was raging inside his chest. Isadora should have been back hours ago. The moment she left his office with Flora, his mind hadn’t known a single second of peace.The low hum of tires on the gravel driveway below caught his attention. Alessio’s dark eyes narrowed as he watched Mitchell’s sleek sports car pull up to the front entrance.His sharp brows pulled together into a tight, severe knot when he saw Mitchell step out of the vehicle completely alone.Alessio set his wine glass down on the iron table with a dull thud, turned on his heel, a

Chapter 165.“What?” Damon asked, his smooth confidence instantly shattering. “Ninety… ninety billion dollars?”Isadora’s smirk widened into a calm, mocking smile. “You see, Mr. Damon? You cannot possibly pay me twice as much as what he has given me.”Damon stared at her in dead silence for a few seconds before a long, heavy exhale escaped his chest. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as a dry chuckle left his throat.“You almost had me there,” Damon said, leaning back into his seat with a relieved sigh. “So you’re playing jokes on me now? Because I am certain no fashion firm on this planet would ever pay that kind of money to a new model.”Isadora’s smile faded gently, replaced by a serious, grounded look. “Of course not, Mr. Damon. No firm would pay that. I was simply making a point.”Damon adjusted his jacket, leaning back toward her. “So… will you consider my offer, then? Will you come work with me?”Isadora didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second. She shoo

Chapter 167.“Yes, I don’t want to see you anywhere near him,” Alessio admitted, his voice low and firm while his dark eyes burned with pure possessive anger. “Yes, the moment I saw his fingers around your wrist, I wanted to grab a knife and chop his hands off one by one! But I am not an idiot, Dora. I can clearly tell you were only standing with him because you needed safety from that mob.”He was completely right, and Isadora knew it. She looked down at her lap, processing how easily he read her. The quiet inside the car became heavy, broken only by the sound of their breathing as they both tried to regain control over their emotions.“How did you even know I was in trouble?” she asked softly.Alessio let out a tired sigh. He looked out the tinted window at the dark hill for a second before turning back to face her.“I saw a group of aggressive bloggers hanging around the main road near the hospital,” he said directly. “And then… I saw this.”He reached into his pocket and pulled ou