They arrived at the hotel.
Isabella held up a key card. "Miss Whelan, your room is on the seventh floor."
"What about mine?" Dylan asked.
"Dylan, you're on the eighth floor. I didn't want to book us so far apart, but this isn't Cresden City. Rooms are scarce right now, and this was all that was left," Isabella explained.
"Fine, the seventh floor works. I'll go up and unpack," Elena said.
Dylan stroked her hair gently. "I'll come get you for dinner in a bit."
Watching Dylan treat Elena with such tenderness, Isabella felt a jealousy so intense it nearly drove her mad.
She went up to the eighth floor with Dylan. When he opened his door, she tried to follow him in, but he stopped her.
"That's enough. Don't come in."
Isabella persisted, "Alright, Dylan. But if you need anything, just let me know. I'm right next door."
Dylan didn't dignify that with a response.
Elena's room was downstairs, yet hers was right next to his. Dylan was annoyed by the arrangement but didn't say anything more.
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Dylan went down to find Elena.
"Elena, let's grab some dinner together," Dylan suggested.
"Sure!"
After a two-hour flight, she was hungry.
Just then, Isabella appeared.
"Dylan, I've already made reservations at the restaurant. Let's go together!" Isabella said with a smile.
"No need. I plan to eat with Elena."
Elena glanced at Isabella and suddenly spoke up. "Since she's here, Miss Bennett might as well join us."
Since Elena had offered, Dylan didn't refuse, and the three of them headed to the restaurant.
Isabella ordered dishes Dylan liked, her eyes fixed on him the entire time.
"Was I looking at you?" Elena asked calmly.
"You weren't? Since we left the airport, you've been staring at my chest. Is there a flower growing there or something?"
It was one thing if a man did it, but being ogled by a woman made Isabella's skin crawl.
"Oh, you mean that. I just thought... your boobs are huge. They look nice, so I took a second look."
Seeing Elena's nonchalant attitude, Isabella grew even angrier.
"Is there something wrong with you? You pervert! Have you no shame?"
Elena raised an eyebrow. "I didn't touch you, and I'm not a man. What's the harm in looking? You didn't lose anything."
"What? Did you want to touch them too?"
"If you're willing... I wouldn't mind. I'm actually curious what something that size feels like..."
Why didn't she have that kind of asset?

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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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