262 The Disappeared Photo


    “I still want to kick you!”


    Isabe kicked him in his fine leg. Joseph was too painful to stand up.


    Isabe picked up her bag triumphantly and went downstairs. “This is my revenge for you regarding me as a child-bearer! Joseph, men of your kind only deserve impure women like Doris!”


    In the distance, Doris sneezed. “Maybe I’m going to catch a cold.”


    “Isabe!”


    Joseph could do nothing but squatted like a child. He could only scream, “You dare to leave here.”


    Isabe ignored it and left.


    “What are you doing? Catch her!”


    Joseph roared at the servants who had been watching.


    .....


    Everyone looked at each other in dismay. With attractive body shape and perfect face, Miss Isabe was lively and easygoing. It was impolite for Mr. Joseph to call her child-bearer.


    They looked at William who cleared his throat and said, “I think Mr. Joseph and Miss Isabe should separate for a while.”


    “William!” Joseph’s voice passed over the entire manor.


    ...


    Isabe carried her bag and back to school with tears.


    She had beaten Joseph to vent her anger.


    But she was still sad.


    It was unlikely to find such a domineering and charming man. He could save her under the truck, coaxed her to sleep, and carried her on the rainy night in the mountains.


    It was a pity that Joseph wasn’t into her.


    She was doomed and would never live a happy life.


    Isabe stayed at theke, feeling depressed when her phone rang.


    “Hello, Cedric.” Isabe wiped her tears.


    “Isabe, I have already contacted the organizers of the Golden Pencil Awards to have a look. Is it convenient for you?”


    “Sure.”


    “Isabe, what’s wrong with you? Why is your voice so strange?”


    “It’s fine.”


    “Where are we meeting?” Isabe cleared her throat.


    “Where are you? I’ll pick you up directly.”


    Half an hourter, Cedric picked Isabe up. As soon as Isabe got in the car, he stared at her and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Who humiliate you?”


    “Nobody.”


    “I just got into a fight with someone,” Isabe said.


    “Your boyfriend?”


    Isabe narrowed her eyes and said yes.


    Cedric said coldly, “Where is he? I’ll help you beat him up.”


    Isabeughed and shook her head rigidly. “I’ve already beaten him. Anyway, we won’t meet again. The less trouble, the better. Just forget it.”


    Cedric was stunned. “Have you broken up?”


    Isabe pursed her lips. “He likes another woman, not me.”


    “I see.”


    Cedric raised his eyebrows happily and said, “I knew this man was unreliable. This kind of man is hateful for striving to get more. Just ignore him.”


    Isabe nodded slowly.


    “You don’t need to care how much he begs.”


    Cedric added, “A leopard can’t change its spots.”


    Isabe nodded again.


    Half an hourter, they arrived at Peace University of Architecture.


    The Golden Pencil Awards was organized by the Peace University of Architecture. All entries and files were kept there.


    They were free to look over all confidential files because of Cedric.


    “17 years ago. It was in 1999.”


    Cedric found the bookshelf ording to the guide, and they began to search through all works in 1999.


    The Golden Pencil Awards was the top award in the design industry. Many designers pursued to have a ce in thispetition, so there were tens of thousands of entries.


    Thanks to separate portfolios for the winners, they found winning works soon.


    Isabe looked at Cedric hopefully as he opened the portfolio.


    “First ce, second ce, third ce, this!”


    Cedric hurriedly poured all of Carl’s information on the table, and they quickly searched through it.


    There were Carl’s diploma, certificates and profile. Actually, there was everything except for the draft of his entry.


    Cedric felt strange. He checked the files of the first and second ce and found that they all had drafts.


    “Did his draft lost?”


    “Why did Carl’s draft lost?” Isabe asked anxiously.


    “Wait.”


    Cedric opened several files of excellent prize to check, then his expression became serious.


    Isabe seemed to have realized something. “All winners have their scripts except Carl. Could it be that the draft was taken away?”


    “If it was really taken away on purpose, the draft maybe problematic.”


    Cedric slowly raised his head and looked at Isabe. “Isabe, maybe there’s a lot behind this.”


    There was silence. Isabe was extremely frightened.


    The bell rang.


    The sudden ringing gave Isabe a fright. Cedric picked up the phone and calmed Isabe.


    “Where are you? Let’s drink together tonight.” Joseph said in a low and deep voice.


    “Near the Peace University of Architecture.”


    Cedric nced at Isabe and smiled. “I’m afraid I’m not avable tonight. I have tofort a beauty who has just got out of rtionship.”


    “Do you want to sleep with her?” Joseph roared, “I got out of rtionship, too. Come andfort me!”


    “What do you mean ‘too’?”


    Cedric couldn’t helpughing. “Does that woman dump you?”


    “Don’t mention her!”


    Joseph roared, “She dared to hit me. I wonder who will marry her! If it wasn’t for my injured legs, I would have beaten her!”


    “Alright. I seem to know the reason.”


    Cedric said humorously, “It’s immoral to two-time a woman. You’d better stop.”


    “Cedric, Ste is actually returning home with me.”