Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 47

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.

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.