Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 460

When Beck suggested a check to test Izabella, she pondered for a moment before agreeing to go with him.

Sitting on the side, Wendy, a bystander, pretended not to care, but inwardly, she was as sour as vinegar, wishing Izabella would take that five million and leave her brother.

But she knew Izabella wasn't like that. Her pride wouldn't stop at a measly five million.

What happened next, however, took Wendy completely by surprise. She hadn't expected Izabella to be the executive director of the Maple Group, a huge secret identity, and to be willing to give the whole company away for Casey.

She felt like a clown sitting under an apple tree, as if she had swallowed a dozen sour apples.

Even though her brother was handsome, had a good physique, could cook, was a great actor, was gentle, and could make money, none of it seemed enough for Izabella. To Wendy, Izabella was like a fairy. How could she date a mere mortal?

Wendy fumed as she got dressed, her bed piled high with discarded clothes. After much deliberation, she settled on a sky-blue dress.

She opened her door to find the maid tidying the room. She approached her and asked, "Gina, does this dress look good on me?"

The maid nodded as she assessed Wendy's outfit. "Yes, you look beautiful in anything, Wendy. This blue dress especially complements your fair complexion."

Flattered, Wendy twirled in her dress. "Really?"

"Really," Gina confirmed. "Are you dressing up for a date?"

"Hardly," Wendy replied. "This is much more important than a date. I'll wear this dress tonight, and I need to put on some makeup."

Wendy returned to her room to get ready. The woman in the mirror was fair and beautiful, with sparkling eyes and long, curled lashes that added to her allure.

She applied her lipstick, fuming over the injustice of it all. Why should her brother get Izabella? He was just an old man, after all. Wendy was as beautiful as Casey, if not more so. She was his sister, after all.

She plotted to get closer to Izabella, making her shiver from miles away.

When Casey noticed Izabella's slight shiver, he immediately turned the heater up a few degrees.

"Are you cold?" he asked, concerned. "How about now?"

"I'm fine now, thank you."

“Bella, my father just called. He wants you to have dinner with the Dempsey family. Judging from his tone, he might want to apologize to you. If you have something else going on or you don't want to go, I can decline.”

Izabella set her cup down, perplexed. "Apologize for what?"

"Remember last Christmas when he tried to humiliate you with money?"

"That was a misunderstanding, and it's all in the past. Besides, it's not right to make an elder apologize."

“Why not?” Casey retorted, “If he did something wrong, he should apologize. Are we supposed to indulge him? My mother once made him kneel on a washboard, but I still think that wasn’t enough.”

Izabella had heard this washboard story from Casey more than once, and every time she heard it, she couldn't help but laugh.

“Then,” Casey hesitated before asking, “will you come home with me today?”

Izabella nodded. "Yes, I'll go with you."

Casey's eyes twinkled as he beamed. "My parents are in R City, we can drive there after you're done with work."

Izabella looked at her watch. It was three o'clock. "How long will it take to get there?"

"If there's no traffic, it'll take about an hour and a half."

"Then I'll finish these documents and we can leave. We don't want to get stuck in rush hour."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Casey didn't want Izabella to overwork herself. She was juggling too many roles - executive director of the Maple Group, actress, and even overseeing post-production on a movie.

Casey didn't know how Izabella managed it all.

When Izabella heard Casey's offer to help, she couldn't think of anything he could do. But seeing his concerned expression, she handed him some non-critical documents. "You can go over these for me and sign them if everything's okay."

"Okay." Casey set to work on the papers.

By the time Izabella was finished, it was already four o'clock. She called her secretary in to clean up her desk.

Casey naturally handed Izabella her mask and sunglasses, adjusting her hair and making sure everything was perfect. Then, holding her bag in one hand and her hand in the other, he asked, "Aren't you tired from working so much every day?"

"Tired?" Izabella echoed, also questioning herself. She seemed to have gotten used to it. She didn't feel tired, but rather fulfilled. Watching her business grow and her company expand was rewarding.

In just one year, the Maple Group had risen in the national rankings, and its executive director had made it to the top of the rich list.

"I'm used to it," Izabella finally answered. "I love this life, Casey. This is who I truly am." She turned to look at him, her expression serious.

Casey knew about Izabella's past. She was the former richest woman in R City, wealthier than all the other women combined.

Old Mr. Salotti was on his deathbed, the Salotti Group on the brink of collapse. It was Izabella who stepped up, taking over the reins and miraculously pulling the company back from the edge of the cliff in just three months.

In those days, Izabella was untouchable in R City, outshining even the men.

But in the end, she was undone by a man. Her star fell, her life tragically cut short at the tender age of twenty-seven.

Brett was the towering skyscraper that brought down her world. With just a flick of his wrist, her world crumbled.