All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Isolde glanced at the neatly arranged continental breakfast on the plate, curled her lip in disdain, and said with open disgust, "Bruce makes better ones. Yours are ugly as hell."She walked past Alan, opened the fridge, and took out a bag of toast. She would rather gnaw on dry bread than touch the breakfast he had carefully prepared.The smile on Alan's face stiffened for a moment. Then he lifted his lips again into a gentle smile, his tone indulgent. "I'll make better breakfast for you."Isolde ignored him. She chewed on the bread as she walked to the living room sofa and turned on the TV.The news was on."After the android Guardian series was deployed across major hospitals and quarantine zones, the pressure on medical staff, police, resource distribution, and related personnel has been greatly reduced. Infection numbers have been effectively brought under control."At the same time, a special antipyretic drug sponsored by a mysterious company has officially gone on sale."T

"Don't forget. When you were pregnant, I waited on you wholeheartedly for so long. It's not too much to ask you to repay me a little now, right?" Isolde made no attempt to hide her deliberate provocation. "Make lobster cassoulet for me.""You want me to make lobster cassoulet for you? Isolde, where do you get the nerve…" Sandra was so irritated that she nearly cursed back, but she stopped herself midway.She suddenly remembered her current situation. Cooking was the only reasonable excuse she had to stay. If Alan and Isolde were left alone together, how could she possibly feel at ease?Sandra bit down hard on her lip, almost drawing blood. In the end, she forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I'll do it!"Alan frowned. His gaze rested heavily on Isolde, his mood darkening. Of course he understood why Isolde insisted on keeping Sandra here. She simply did not want to be alone with him. She rejected him that completely now.Alan's fingers curled slowly into his palm. He lowe

Sandra was nothing more than someone Isolde had used and hurt."Stay home. I'll bring her back." Alan dropped those words and quickly slipped into another car, chasing after her himself.Sandra watched his car disappear, worry etched across her face. Only when the taillights vanished from sight did the fragile expression fade, replaced by a twisted, venomous grin."Isolde, run. Run as much as you want. Very soon, you'll be running straight into Hell. Hahahaha," she muttered, her voice thick with vicious delight. Isolde had caught her at her weakest point, leaving her no choice but to obey, help her, and assist her escape.But Sandra had cut the brake line.The brake failure would lead to a car wreck and death. None of that had anything to do with her.…The sports car tore down the highway, and the scenery outside the windows blurred into streaks of color.K clutched the overhead handhold, his face pale and his voice shaking. "Hey, Ms. Vancrest, something's wrong with your br

K unfastened his seat belt, stepped out, walked around to the driver's side, pulled the door open, and carefully helped Isolde out of the car. She was almost completely drained.When he saw that only four traffic police officers waited by the deceleration slope, his sense of safety vanished at once."Only four people… Can they really intimidate that pack of mad dogs chasing us?"Earlier on the road, he had already noticed a change in their pursuers.At first, Alan's people had been after them. Their goal was capture, and the presence of authorities would have forced them to back off.But the group that came later wanted blood. They had rammed the rear of the car and blocked the road with vehicles. They meant to kill them.People that unhinged might even strike right in front of traffic police."The police don't matter anymore." Isolde lifted her gaze toward the road. A trace of relief appeared on her pale face. "Because Bruce is here.""Bruce?" K frowned and followed her line o

Since Alan refused to let go, Isolde would not blame herself for meeting him head on.The fingers resting on the armrest of Bruce's wheelchair curled almost imperceptibly. His eyes darkened, their expression growing harder to read.Alan stood on the verge of inheriting the family legacy, so he had sent her to probe whether Bruce still held any hidden cards. That fit his consistently narrow-minded, cautious style perfectly."Isolde," Bruce said, his voice cooling several degrees. "I've already lost my inheritance. I have nothing left. There's no need for you to waste your effort testing me. You won't get anything you want from me.""Nothing left?" Isolde raised her hand and pointed at the well-trained, imposing bodyguards surrounding them. "You call this nothing left?"Did she really need to redefine the phrase nothing left?Bruce's expression did not change. His tone remained flat. "Their labor fee for this trip is a promissory note."Isolde found herself momentarily speechless.