"I'm not here to argue, Irwin. So, let's not drag this out." Isabella said, setting the papers down again. Her facial expression was stern. It was an easy guess that she had made up her mind. Irwin had asked that she come because he wanted to see at least an iota of affection left in her, but this young woman was as icy as an icicle. She brought out a cheque and scribbled on it for a moment before sliding it towards Irwin. "That's a five million dollars cheque." Isabella said. "That's enough compensation for being a house husband." "So, you think this is about money?" Irwin's first words to her were sharp and emotional. "You don't have to gaslight me, Irwin." She replied coldly. "We are world's apart and you know that." Her words cut into Irwin's heart like a dagger. He couldn't believe that he has slaved his life away for this woman for three years. "This marriage has been nothing but a trouble." She continued. "I've never for once benefited anything from you. You have no valu

As soon as the security officials spotted Bethany, they bowed respectfully to her,"Boss." They chorused. "We didn't know that you were around--""Out of my face, you fools!" She snapped, hardly taking a glance at them. Her attention was on Irwin.Irwin Buckham was an important guest of her father whom he entrusted to her. How would her father feel if he hears that someone tried to disrespect his guest? Bethany couldn't allow this."What gives you the temerity to harass him?" Bethany demanded, casting a cold glance at Dorathy.Dorathy was stunned speechless by the figure of Bethany. If beauty could be quantified as water, if her daughter was a pond, Bethany was the Atlantic.Not only was Bethany breathtaking and beautiful, everything she wore screamed class and refined status. She immediately felt intimidated at the presence of Bethany."Why are you suddenly quiet?" Bethany demanded. "Do you have nothing to say?"Her gaze shifted from Dorathy to James who was equally swooned with the

The Vintage sparkled with class and opulence. Its exterior view was magnificent and with limitless grandeur. It was the most popular club in Imperial City. Although a club, its building was as massive as twelve-star hotel and its design was classic like a royal castle. And its interior - grandiose and baronial. A black sleek car pulled over at the front of Vintage. A lady with porcelain skin and beautiful legs appeared. Her shape was symmetrical and attractive. Her black dress outlined the delicate curves of her body. And her beautiful face was just a grace to the rest of the body. "Who is this gorgeous lady?" "Is she a celebrity who came for the banquet?" "Her skin is spotless. She looks like a goddess." "That is Isabella Rolan,the heiress of the Rolan family. She's fast becoming the lady-in-charge of the reputable Rolan Groups. Not only that, she is also one of the top three beauties of Imperial city." The explanation of the guest drew more attention to Isabella Rolan. They co

Still fuming and displeased by what she had just witnessed, Isabella stormed into the club like a fiesty tiger.She walked into a figure in her way, bumping into the person. A drunken fellow."Sorry about that." She said quietly and resumed her pace.Suddenly, a hand gripped her wrist, forcefully stopping her in her tracks. Disgusted, she turned to see a fat face full of sneer.Standing in front of her was Thorne Douglas, the only son of the underground mafia king. Although a little chubby, his height made up for the broadness."This silly bitch." Thorne scoffed. "Did she really think that sorry will be enough after bumping into me?""What else do you want?" Isabella asked, not in the mood for any back and forth. "It was my fault for bumping into you. And I'm sorry about that."Her gaze drifted to his grip on her wrist as she traced it back to his face."Now, let go of my hand." She demanded."This cocky bitch." Thorne laughed.Instead of letting go of her, he pulled her closer to him

"Who is this nobody?!" Thorne roared, dying of impatience. "Get lost now or you'll be my next victim!"But Irwin stood there unfazed by the loud voice of Thorne. To him, Thorne was just a sounding cymbal with no rhythm."I'm going to say this one more time." Irwin's eyes were dark and sinister. "Let her go.""This little shit!" Thorne fumed, getting back on his feet. "How dare you try to interrupt me when I'm trying to have fun?"Every man has a limit when they are being tempted. He had tried to warn Irwin but the latter had pushed his luck."You will warn me one more time or what did you say?" Thorne mocked. "Now, let's see who is done for."Immediately he signaled at his henchmen and they formed a vertical formation round about Irwin in the blinking of an eye."Break every bone in the body of this clown." Thorne ordered. "Do not stop until he can't move even a finger.""Do not hold back! Beat him to the point of death. Whatever happens, I'll gladly take responsibility for it."Thorn