Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife-Chapter 22 - 24 Stop Playing Mind Games with Me (5)

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Watching the car driving off into the distance, an indescribable sense of defeat slowly rose in Percy Stanton’s heart.

Although he concealed his background and family history while living in Bellshire City, leading a seemingly ordinary and simple life, the fact remained that he was still the heir apparent of the Thompson Empire Group and came from an aristocratic family, inevitably developing a lofty sense of pride.

Moreover, even though he appeared to have no power or influence, many noble ladies still went out of their way to get close to him and curry favor with him.

Yet, in these six years, the once pestering Miss of the Smith Family has remained in his heart.

Only heaven knows how excited he was in his heart when she suddenly reappeared before him six years after her disappearance.

Since he was young, he had received special training as the successor of the Thompson Empire Group. Calm determination, composure, and clear-headedness in the face of danger were his basic qualities.

However, she was his undoing – his lack of calm determination, composure, and clear-headedness.

She could always easily stir up a storm of emotions in his heart with a simple gesture, expression, or word.

Like right now, she got in the car and left with another man.

It was as if her unsolicited job offer was just a dream.

Why was she always so clean-cut?

The more Percy Stanton thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. He quickly pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket.

He didn’t keep her phone number, but a few days before, when he was taking his cousin Ella Adams back to school on a rainy day, he happened to bump into Isabel. When Ella Adams asked for her phone number, she gave it.

He had a surprisingly good memory, and after so many days, he could still easily enter her number on the keyboard. He hesitated for a second, then dialed it.

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The red Porsche convertible cruised along the main streets of Bellshire.

Isabel Smith looked outside the car window, occasionally seeing neon light advertisements flashing by, brilliantly bustling.

Henry Maxwell had drunk a fair amount of red wine tonight. He glanced at Isabel from time to time and suddenly spoke with a thick alcohol scent, “Isabel, you’ve been abroad for six years. When you came back, you were even more beautiful than before, still so captivating.”

Isabel was not oblivious to Henry Maxwell’s hints in his words. She had grown up in this business circle since childhood. Although she had not really fought any business battles, she had been well-educated in social etiquette, knowing how to dance with her long sleeves, and how to please both sides.

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