The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 46

As more customers started making negative comments about Naomi, she decided to give the bag to Isabelle.

“You can have it,” she said, all but throwing the bag into Isabelle’s hand.

Isabelle took the bag and opened it. She was not surprised at all to find a bunch of money inside. Sneering, she took it all out and looked up at Naomi. “Look at that, you’re also carrying quite the amount around. Did you get this from our poor parents, too?”

If looks could kill, Isabelle would drop dead from the glare Naomi was directing her way at that moment. And if she had been a cartoon character, smoke would be billowing out of her nose and ears. That didn’t stop Isabelle from going on with her little show and counting the money she had found in her sister’s bag.

Once she was done, she put the money back into the bag and held it on her lap. “This bag and the money can partly compensate the money you owe me,” she said, looking up at Naomi.

Naomi huffed, and then dove for the bag, but Isabelle shot from her chair and held it above her head. “Naomi, what are you doing?” she asked in a tone more befitting of a school teacher chastising a naughty kid.

“Give it back!” Naomi snapped, trying to reach for the bag. “Give my bag back,” she demanded, trying to get a hold on the bag.

“Why?” Isabelle asked. “You don’t want to lose your money and expensive bag to me? Maybe you should have thought twice before refusing to pay me the money you owe me.”

Naomi made another futile swipe for the bag and stumbled on her heels. She caught herself on the table and glared at Isabelle, her nostrils flaring with anger.

She hadn’t expected her plan to slander Isabelle to go so completely off-track. If this went on, she would only make a fool of herself. Worse, she feared that Isabelle might reveal secrets about her. After all, the previous day, she had threatened to tell the truth about the wedding to Jacob.

Fuming, she turned around and stormed out of the restaurant. She would get back at her, one way or another.

Isabelle sighed with relief when Naomi turned away and left. While she was glad to put her in her place, she hadn’t been looking forward to taking the argument further. Knowing Naomi, it would have been only a matter of time before they were involved in a physical fight.

Sitting back down, she glanced at her two tablemates, her eyes resting on Seth. “I’m really sorry about that. I had no idea she was capable of making a scene in a place like this. You must be regretting agreeing to my dinner invitation.”

Seth shook his head and blinked. He definitely was not regretting joining Isabelle for dinner. Of course, he would have preferred to not have met her husband during said dinner, or for here to have one at all, but the encounter with her sister, while at first unpleasant, had turned out quite well.

Since college, he had viewed Isabelle as a quiet woman who was soft spoken and kind, and would have worried that people took advantage of her because of her nature. He never would have imagined she was quite capable of defending herself like that when the odds seemed to be against her.

He realised that she had a strong personality he had never seen before, and he wasn’t sure now was a good time to discover even more amazing things about her. Not when his dreams of courting her had been cut short by the appearance of her husband.

“No, it’s okay,” he told her with a smile. “No harm done.”