Chapter 2 Your Man Likes Me Too

Simon eyed the stunning Isabella with a greedy glint. Ignoring Clara, he stepped forward and touched Isabella's face. "You're gorgeous. Wanna be with me? If you say yes, you won't have to go back to the sticks."

"Simon," Clara clung to his arm, pressing her chest against him and glaring at Isabella. "Isabella's already married to George. I'm your girl."

Simon shoved her away impatiently. Compared to Isabella, Clara was plain, and he had no interest in her.

He leered at Isabella. "George is a vegetable. Who knows when he'll die. I'm your best choice."

Isabella, seeing Simon's intentions, kicked him in the groin.

Simon screamed and fell, writhing in pain.

Clara, seeing him on the ground, snapped, "Isabella, are you crazy? How dare you hit Simon? Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"

Isabella glared at her. "Do you think Simon would ever want someone like you? Stop dreaming. You've been competing with me since we were kids, but what I don't want, you can't have. Bitch."

"Isabella, this is my business, not yours. But if you don't marry George, you'll end up a beggar. Let's see how arrogant you'll be then."

Clara was hurt by Isabella's words.

Isabella ignored her and walked away, thinking, 'She's not worth my time.'

Isabella felt upset and disappointed.

'The only inheritance Hazel left me is about to be auctioned off by Lucas. If I don't marry George, Oliver won't get the money for his treatment. Without it, he could become mentally impaired or worse.'

This was one of the few things she cared about.

She didn't want to see Oliver suffer.

'But marrying George, a vegetable, would ruin my life.

With the Spencer family's power, I'd be stuck by his side forever, unable to express my feelings or desires.

Even if he was a billionaire, I am still unwilling.

Lucas had already kicked me out, so I have to reach out to my few friends for help with Oliver's surgery costs.

But given their financial situations, I know it is almost impossible.

What should I do?'

Isabella called her best friend Elodie Garcia. "Elodie, it's me. Where are you? I want to talk with you."

"I'll send you my location. I'll wait for you," Elodie said.

Isabella took a cab to meet Elodie. Just as she arrived, a dark luxury car pulled up.

The driver got out and opened the back door. "Madam, we've arrived."

A dignified woman stepped out.

Patricia Baker, dressed luxuriously, with elegant earrings and a lavish shawl, exuding nobility.

Patricia asked, "Are you Isabella?"