Dylan was truly rebellious.
Mira quickly stepped forward to comfort her. “Ma’am, Master Dylan is just like that. Don’t be angry. It’s just Evelyn. She argues with everyone all day long; she won’t amount to anything! She probably won’t last long before being kicked out. The company doesn’t support idlers!”
“Hmph! Doesn’t support idlers? Look at Damian. Hasn’t he been supported for years?”
As they were speaking, Isabella returned.
She had drunk some wine, and her face was a bit flushed.
Amber immediately smelled the alcohol on her.
“Isabella, where did you go? How could you drink so much?”
“Aunt Amber, I’m sorry,” Isabella said with her head down.
“Sorry? You need to constantly watch your image. I’ve painstakingly groomed you into a socialite for so many years. Drinking like this—isn’t it embarrassing me if word gets out? It ruins your image too. Another disappointing wretch!” Amber was angry and started scolding.
Isabella panicked immediately.
“Auntie, I was wrong. I was just in a bad mood today and drank a little. Auntie, don’t be angry, okay? Auntie...”
Isabella tugged at Amber’s sleeve, but Amber threw her off in disgust.
“Look at you. You don’t look like a lady at all. I told you to get close to Dylan, but what have you done?”
Isabella looked aggrieved. “Auntie, Dylan has changed. He doesn’t like me anymore. I don’t know why. I’ve thought of every method I could. I really don’t know what to do...”
“Useless! I don’t think you tried hard enough. Let me tell you, from now on, you must find a way to make Dylan fall for you! Make him listen to you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding our family bond!”
“Yes, Auntie...” Isabella said sadly.
In truth, under Amber’s upbringing all these years, she hadn’t been happy at all.
***
The next day.
Elena was in class at school when she suddenly received a message on her phone.
She opened it and saw a photo.
The people in the photo were Dylan and Isabella.
Isabella followed closely behind, holding a file.
Suddenly, Isabella accidentally twisted her ankle, falling toward Dylan and bumping into him.
Dylan reached out to steady her. “Watch where you’re going.”
Isabella looked at him affectionately. “Thank you. I will.”
“Mr. Sinclair, there’s a social engagement coming up. Do we need to go now?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll go get the car.”
Afterward, Dylan headed to the underground garage.
When he arrived at the garage, it was very quiet today. Dylan checked the watch on his wrist; there was still plenty of time.
Suddenly, a masked assailant appeared from behind.

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The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn
Gente que final mais sem Graça ,author simplesmente estragou tudo no final!...
Aff ta estragando...
Ah por favor author nao estrague o final !...
Sim (eu sabia o final nao podia ser assim)quero meu bebe dylan vivo um belo casamento e de quebra 2 filhos pra eles bianca salva e por favor author quero que a michele sofra esse final que ta agora da bianca que seja da michele sem lingua pernas e bracos sem olhos e mendigando!...
Gente cade o mentor dela e a pedra tem que ser algo que de pra ressuscitar o dylan e a bianca! Nao me importo com nada so quero eylan de volta com ela um belo casamento entre os 2!...
Gente nao creio nisso dylan e bianca morrerem!...
She's too busy winning to watch him cry novel pls post this novel...
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