Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

It was Isabella who spoke.

Today, she had intentionally dressed up: her hair styled in large waves, fiery red lipstick on her lips, and a form-fitting turquoise dress that was both sensual and charming, perfectly embodying the exotic traits of an Eastern woman. However, she wore oversized sunglasses that clashed with the outfit.

But anyone with a keen eye could tell that she clearly didn't want to reveal her true identity.

"Master, that's the woman you've been looking for," said the sycophantic assistant, his eyes sparkling.

Guillermo stared at the striking woman in front of him, mesmerized. He was drawn to women who were bold and beautiful.

He whispered to his assistant, "Make sure you get her contact details later."

The assistant nodded, "Got it."

Isabella walked with an elegant stride, her body swaying like a breeze, her hips swaying in a deadly seductive rhythm.

Her beauty was dazzling, sensual, yet without being vulgar. For some reason, amidst her vibrant allure, there was an unmistakable air of innocence.

As she passed by Nathan and Victoria, she deliberately paused for a moment.

Nathan glared at her viciously, warning, "Watch your mouth."

He wouldn't allow anyone to stir up trouble between him and Victoria.

Others usually gave him some face, never putting him in an awkward position.

But today, he didn't expect to run into such a tough opponent.

Isabella mocked, "The Prince is bold enough to cheat with his Sis-in-law, but can't handle a little gossip..."

Nathan, enraged, clenched his fists. "Shut up. Don't make me hit a woman."

"Heh."

Isabella tilted her head back, smiling mockingly. "The Prince has never had any grace in front of women, so why put on a show now?"

Nathan, confused, replied, "I always prided myself on being generous with women. You must have heard some baseless rumors and misunderstood me."

Isabella's words hit the mark. "The Prince is generous with all women. But is he generous with his wife?"

A flash of confusion crossed Nathan's face.

In a fit of panic, Victoria suddenly slapped Isabella across the face with a loud *smack*.

"Slap... Who allowed you to spread rumors about my relationship with the Prince?"

Isabella covered her cheek, but a cold, contemptuous smile slowly spread across her delicate face.

They didn't want her to speak? Then she would speak even louder.

"The Prince tricked Mrs. Hill into marriage, used her kidney, then subjected her to cold violence. Refused to fulfill his duties as a husband... Is this the so-called 'generosity' the Prince has for women?" In just a few words, Isabella painted a vivid picture of Nathan's vile nature.

Nathan was shaking with anger. "You have no idea of the full story and are talking nonsense. You came here to make trouble for me. Someone, drag her out!"

But the security at the venue didn't move an inch.

Nathan was furious. "What are you standing there for? Throw her out!"

The head of security hesitated and said, "Mr. Hill, she's an important guest at this Fashion Week event."

Nathan was stunned.

Guillermo quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Nathan, why argue with a woman? Let's go inside."

Nathan, having been given a way out, followed Guillermo's lead and stepped down.

He leaned in and whispered to Guillermo, "That woman must have been sent here by someone to ruin my reputation. Can you look into her identity for me?" Guillermo hesitated for a moment and said, "Nathan, don't you think her voice sounds a lot like... your wife, Isabella?"

Nathan froze, as though struck by a bolt of lightning.

Every word Isabella had spoken was a devastating blow to him. If it really was Isabella, then how much hatred must she have for him to go to such lengths to attack him? "It's impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.

He had always believed that Isabella loved him, and couldn't fathom why she would harbor such deep hatred toward him.

Isabella had completed her mission for the day and was preparing to quietly exit when she accidentally bumped into a solid chest.

A hand gently steadied her.

She looked up to see Theodore playfully winking at her.

"Sis, your disguise skills are getting better and better."

Isabella replied, "After what I did today, I'm sure he'll come looking for trouble soon. You should stay away from me, or you might get dragged into this."

Theodore chuckled, "No need to leave just yet. Wait and see the show. I guarantee he won't have time to bother you later."

Isabella became interested. Then she would... watch the drama unfold from the sidelines. Maybe she could even help out Theodore.

This little incident soon passed.

At the venue, the atmosphere was lively with people mingling and toasting.

Things were no longer as they once were. Many people surrounded Nathan, offering him respectful flattery.

The guests had split into several groups, which meant that Nathan's reign of absolute dominance had faded away, like fireworks that burst brightly in the sky only to vanish in the blink of an eye. Nathan furrowed his brow, deep in thought. When had his position begun to quietly decline? He couldn't make sense of it.

Then he noticed a large group of people crowding around Theodore in a corner of the venue. They were laughing and talking with him, and Theodore wore a polite yet elegant smile the whole time.

Every gesture, every smile seemed to carry the weight of someone accustomed to high status-like a king with loyal subjects bowing before him.

Nathan was even more confused. Theodore had just turned eighteen, so how had he gained so much respect and influence?

"Guillermo, you should be careful with your younger brother," Nathan said, his voice full of concern. "At this rate, he might take everything that belongs to you."

Guillermo scoffed, "You think too highly of him. His maternal family is powerful, so naturally, some people will give him face and publicly flatter him. But he's just the grandson of the Brown family. the Brown family will never let a non-blood relative wield real power. He's just a sandwich cookie between the Brown and the Sanchez families, enjoying a little sweetness-that's all."

At that moment, Nathan saw Theodore's lips move, and suddenly, the group of people surrounding him started walking toward Nathan.

They were holding glasses of wine and eagerly raising them to toast him.

"Mr. Hill, I'm the general manager of MQ Group. I've heard so much about you. This toast is to honor your achievements at such a young age."

"I'm the founder of FH Group. Here's to Mr. Hill, with a beautiful lady by your side, may the spring breeze never fade."

...

Their enthusiasm was overwhelming. They showered him with praise, and Nathan, unable to refuse, had no choice but to accept one glass after another. Soon, the alcohol began to take its toll on him.

Victoria, noticing this, became anxious.

She quietly reminded him, "Nathan, the banquet hasn't officially started yet. Take it easy. There are more important people you'll need to toast later."

Nathan forced himself to focus, trying to sober up. He politely declined the group of guests, saying, "Sorry, I'm not good with alcohol."

But they wouldn't let him off the hook. They pointed at Victoria and said, "It's fine if Mr. Hill can't drink. Let your companion drink in your place." The scene was becoming too much for Nathan.