Novel & Cerita Isabelle Fuhrman Net Worth

I turned and saw a very handsome gentleman in a three piece suit smile at her and came near her and gave her a side hug and kiss on the cheek before looking at me and gave me a small nod. "Nick this is Isabella Samuel she organized all of this. And Isabella this is my favorite nephew Nick Thatcher." We shook hands, I looked at the man and smiled at him politely. I have heard about him, he is a big entrepreneur in Miami and owns quite number of hotels in the city but never met him in person. "Hi, I must say you have done your job really well." I don’t know but I had a feeling as if he wasn’t impressed but I just smiled politely.

"After everything we did for you? After everything this family did for you, this is how you pay us back, right?" "Jasmine, I am sorry about Amayah's health, but currently, I am financially tight---" Isabel tried to explain to her, but she beat her to it, yelling, "Liar!" "Jasmine---" "Did you think mother and I did not see the news? You were at the business oscars, with your billionaire boyfriend, Sebastian Bernadotte. And you were even caught cheating on him with Damien Giddorti, who is another billionaire." She lashed out, leaving Isabel utterly speechless.

“You’re welcome.” Eva frowned. “You seem very comfortable making moves on someone else’s behalf.” Isabelle turned to her, eyes glinting with interest. “It’s not the first time I’ve had to clean up after a genius.” Lucian chuckled, but Eva didn’t. Something about Isabelle’s tone made her skin crawl. Days passed. And just like that—Isabelle Dubois became the public face of Thorne Capital. She did interviews, press briefings, conferences. She smiled flawlessly, spoke eloquently, and within weeks, headlines began to read:

The Vale family's money was old and vast, rich enough to rival a small country's treasury. And the rumors about the Vale heir were worse. People said he was worth over a hundred billion dollars and could crush a man's career with one phone call but that he was also paralyzed, vicious-tempered, ice-cold, and maybe even the kind of man who liked breaking women for sport. No. She was not going to lie here and let this happen to her. Isla lowered her lashes. Beneath them, her eyes were clear and unclouded, and they were already searching the room for a way out. She reached for the top button of her blouse then looked up, all wide-eyed innocence.

“I’ll pass the message. But you need to be careful. The other inmates..” “Are terrified of me,” Isabel finished, smiling. “Good. Fear is useful.” Later that night, when the lights dimmed to emergency levels, the gang-tattooed woman approached Isabel’s bunk. “You serious about getting out?” she whispered. “Deadly serious,” Isabel replied. “I can get you a meeting with Ramirez tomorrow night. But it’ll cost you. Five thousand upfront. Another ten when you’re out.” Isabel’s smile turned hideous. “Money is not a problem. But if he betrays me, I will make sure his wife and children pay. Tell him that.”