Chapter 7 Trying to Take Advantage of Me

Sierra was always scheming to latch onto a wealthy family.

"Isabella, let me tell you, after Sierra got dumped by that old guy, she even had to get an abortion. She's lost it and has nowhere to vent her anger. Just think of her as going crazy."

'Always trying to wreck other people's families, thinking getting pregnant would secure her a rich husband. How could that end well?' Isabella thought.

"Serves her right."

"Who are you cursing?" Sierra and her crew walked over.

Isabella smiled, "Whoever asks is who I'm cursing."

"Isabella, you broke nobody, always looking down on others. Do you think you're so noble? You're just a slut who climbed up by relying on an old man." Sierra, hands on hips, pointed at Isabella, her face red with anger.

"Which eye of yours saw Isabella relying on an old man? Don't look down on others." Elodie snapped back at Sierra.

"And who are you? Just Isabella's follower. Not even worth my time."

"Who are you cursing, Sierra? Did your abortion mess up your brain? Say one more word, and I'll tear you apart."

Elodie rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight.

"Alright, Elodie, why argue with her? It's not worth it. Let's go."

Isabella pulled Elodie away.

Sierra and her crew cursed at the air for a while before storming off.

"She's really brain-dead," Elodie fumed.

"If you know she's brain-dead, why argue with her? Competing for the title of queen of the brain-dead?"

Sierra had disliked Isabella for a long time. If Isabella wanted to settle the score, she could probably take Sierra down easily. After all, Isabella was the Taekwondo champion of Stellar City.

But she didn't think it was worth it. She didn't want to waste her time.

When Isabella got home from school, she ran into Joseph as soon as she walked in.

"Uncle Joseph," she greeted politely.

Joseph's gaze was scrutinizing, looking Isabella up and down.

Isabella felt uncomfortable and wanted to bypass him and go upstairs.

But Joseph stood there, blocking her way.

Isabella didn't like this oppressive feeling, frowning as she looked back at him. "You're blocking my way. What do you mean by this?"

Isabella was very bright, especially when she smiled, with dimples that could melt anyone's heart, very much to Joseph's taste.

If George were still normal, Joseph wouldn't dare have any improper thoughts. But George was now a vegetable.

Joseph reached out to touch Isabella's face, and Isabella defensively stepped back. "What are you doing?"

"Don't be afraid. I just noticed you don't look well. Didn't sleep well last night?" Joseph pretended to care.

Isabella pursed her lips in disgust. 'Whether I sleep well or not, is it any of your business?'

"I slept very well. If you have nothing else, I'm going to see George."

Isabella was about to go upstairs when Joseph grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "What's the rush? George is lying there. He won't run away. Chat with me for a bit, so I can get to know you better."

Isabella became wary, "I don't think that's necessary."

"Isabella, when you married into the Spencer family, George was already a vegetable. The title of Mrs. Spencer sounds nice, but George might never wake up. Why don't you be with me? I'll show you what real passion is." Joseph smiled lewdly, his face full of sleaze.