Isabelle grunted in assent and entered the elevator.
Lucy could not free herself from the bodyguards’ restraint. She could only stare while the elevator door closed. She frowned, frustrated at how she was being treated.
I knew it! The rich will always look down on others. Just you wait! I’ll make sure those who looked down on me regret their actions!
At the highest floor, Isabelle knocked on Shane’s door.
When the door opened, Silas saw Isabelle and gestured her in.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before walking in.
Silas followed closely behind and he was utterly surprised.
In a short span of time, Isabelle’s personality had changed drastically.
Half a year ago, she had been a stubborn and unreasonable woman. Now, her attitude was acceptable and, to a certain extent, pleasant.
Looks like Mr. Moore has spent a good amount of effort mentoring Ms. Moore.
“Mr. Shane.” Isabelle arrived before Shane’s office table.
Shane was going through his documents. Upon hearing her voice, he raised his head and asked, “What is it?”
“It’s about your wedding the day after tomorrow. My grandpa won’t be able to make it, so he has sent me to speak to you and express our regret. This is our gift for your marriage with Natalie.” Isabelle then fished out an invitation card from her handbag.
Shane retrieved it and saw that it was an invitation card to a fashion design competition in Aploth, and Natalie was invited to be the judge.
Although the competition paled in comparison with other international competitions, it was still an influential one. Natalie had always been a participant but not a judge.
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