93 Don’t Sell Me


    In the afternoon, Isabe called William after ss. She basically said that there would be activities in the school these days, so she couldn’t go back. William respectfully said that he would ry the whole message to Charlie and Joseph, and wished the activities would go well.


    He didn’t doubt the real reason why Isabe couldn’t go back.


    At 6:30 p.m., the food stall at the school gate.


    Isabe, Jane and David toasted with beer.


    “Let’s put it this way, Isabe.”


    Although David was a little sissy, he was a very loyal sissy. “We are good friends. If you have any difficulties, just say it.”


    “Good! You are a true friend! I want a million to buy a house, can you give it to me?”


    David rolled his eyes. “I suddenly don’t remember who you are. Forget about what I said.”


    The three had a greatugh.


    .....


    Jane said, “Actually, Isabe, you are a nice girl. Why don’t you hook up with a rich man? So you’ll bepletely free.”


    Isabe rolled her eyes either and said, “No way! That’s just selling myself! My father’sst words to me were that girls must have self-respect if we want to be respected by others.”


    “Didn’t your father have a quick death? How did he leave so manyst words to you?”


    “He said these in my dreams!”


    Although her memories were bitter and sad, she loved to talk about Aaron with her friends like this. It was as if she was still loved by her father.


    He had never left. He was just far away.


    That’s why she never avoided talking about her dead father.


    That’s why she would never forget her father’s warmth.


    “Stop joking around. We’re not children anymore.”


    Jane drank up the beer in his ss and said carelessly, “What about the rich guy who sent you flowers and that plum man in our school. It seems that they are not messing around. Even if you work for a whole year in Empire Entertainment Center, what you make wouldn’t be enough for a ne they give you.”


    Isabe pped Jane on his head, “Bastard! I’m priceless!”


    “You are indeed priceless, Miss Doormat of the Smith family.”


    “Although they are very high-profile, it doesn’t mean they love me.”


    Isabe shook her head helplessly, “I’ve already had a hard life, so I would choose my boyfriend carefully. It’s about my happiness for the rest of my life! Don’t want to be like my mother, living an extravagant life while suffering being beaten. My man can be poor, but he must love me a lot and treat me like a treasure!”


    David smiled and said, “What a simple wish. I wish you sess as soon as possible. Come on, cheers!”


    “Cheers!”


    ...


    Just as Isabe raised her cup, she felt the vibrating of her phone in pocket.


    The call came from “the Devil” Joseph.


    Isabe suddenly became nervous and carefully pressed the answer button. Joseph’s cold voice sounded, “Come back immediately.”


    “No, I...”


    ...


    “He hung up on me again!”


    Isabe gritted her teeth angrily. “Why can’t this person just let me finish my words?”


    However, she still had to call Joseph back.


    “What else?” Joseph’s voice sounded very displeased.


    “I have told William that there are activities at school.”


    Isabe sounded became very obedient, “So I’m afraid that these days...”


    “It’s 6:40 now. If you don’te back before 8:00, you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”


    When the phone was hung up again, Isabe copsed on the table in despair, “This devil...”


    Despite her unwillingness, Isabe absolutely did not dare to defy Joseph, the devil.


    Not to mention she was wounded, she had to hurry back even if it was raining des.


    What’s he so anxious to get her back for? Charlie didn’t have any objections, and what was Joseph nning?


    ‘Didn’t William say that Joseph was busy recently? Why does he have so much time...?’


    Isabe thought as she got off the bus. Just as she was about to leave for the manor, a ck limo slowly stopped beside her.


    Because it was at night, Isabe vigntly took a step back.


    However, when she noticed that it was the Wilsons’ car, she immediately showed her smile and stepped forward.


    When the window opened, Joseph arrogantly said without looking at her. “Get in the car.”


    “Why?”


    Isabe bowed her body and propped up her knees, looking innocent, “Didn’t you tell me to go home?”


    Joseph turned his head and said, “Shut up...”


    Isabe immediately opened the door and went in the car.


    The car started.


    Along the way, Joseph crossed his legs and tapped on the handrail beside him. He watched the TV news in front of him and did not pay any attention to Isabe.


    Isabe felt that Joseph’s dark expression was a little scary. She wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but every time, she would be stared back by his murderous gaze.


    Isabe had to rub her jeans at the knees and squinted out of the window.


    The car passed through the bustling downtown and continued northward.


    As the scenery changed, they arrived at a deste suburb and stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.


    Isabe looked at the dark warehouse and panicked, “Why did you bring me to such a ce at night?”


    Joseph got off the car and said expressionlessly, “I have a present for you.”


    ‘What? Gift sending in a ce like this? Joseph, do you think I am stupid?


    ‘Do you think that I’m such an innocent girl who foolishly believes that you will give me a big romantic surprise? The moment I enter the door, there will be lights and candles, and then a group of people wille out to celebrate something for me, right?’


    ‘Jesus! Looking at Joseph’s terrifying expression, I can tell that it is impossible!’


    ‘In TV shows, this kind of ce is usually for criminals to do bad things!’


    Isabe immediately grabbed the seat belt in the car and implored, “Mr. Joseph, if you’re not satisfied with my performance, we can sit down and have a deep conversation. I can improve myself. I don’t have any merits, but I have strong ability to ept opinions. So ... Don’t pull me!”


    “Then go on your own!” Joseph roared, “Get out of the car quickly!”


    “Sorry, Mr. Joseph!”


    Isabe grabbed her seat belt tightly and didn’t let it go. She cried bitterly, “It’s all my fault. You can just throw away the 10,000 for fun. But don’t sell me, please!”


    Joseph frowned, “Sell you?”


    “I don’t know how to please people. I am of little value!”


    “Since you know you are not worth anything, why don’t you be good? Selling you? Do you think I need to do it myself?”


    Joseph pped Isabe’s hands off and carried her directly to the warehouse. Isabe’s tears spilled all the way again...


    Gerry turned on the switch and the huge and empty warehouse was lit up.


    The entire world became clear.


    “Mr. Joseph, should I bring him here?” Gerry asked.