Chapter 107: Because You Are Dirty

Another trending topic.

More evidence of Glenn and Isabella's romance! The two embraced deeply at the airport, reluctant to part! Just like lovers in a passionate relationship.

The accompanying photo was of their hug just now, shot from an extremely suggestive angle.

It looked just like a couple in love making a brief farewell.

The reluctance in Glenn's eyes and Isabella's lowered gaze were magnified infinitely, full of atmosphere.

The comment section exploded again.

"I knew they were real... this hug, this look, it's just so affectionate!"

"Are they going long distance? Mr. Woods' eyes look so heartbroken!"

"They're such a perfect match. When are these two getting married? I want to attend the wedding!"

Isabella watched as the buzz continued rising exponentially, raised her hand to rub her temples, then wearily turned off her phone screen.

She was really tired.

Were these media outlets determined to turn her life into a soap opera... She couldn't be bothered, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat to rest.

As long as she didn't respond, these netizens would find it less and less interesting on their own, and the buzz would naturally die down.

At that moment, at the Carter Group, in the top-floor CEO's office.

Terry's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the glaring embrace photo on his computer screen.

He was going crazy.

Today, the person he'd sent to watch her front door said she never went home.

And now, she appeared at the airport.

To see Glenn off! And hugged him!

In the photo, she had her eyes lowered, docilely leaning in that man's arms—the scene looked so harmonious.

But this harmony was like a curved blade, stabbing viciously into Terry's heart, then twisting wildly...

All his negative emotions, at this moment, like a volcanic eruption, instantly destroyed all his rationality!

He slammed his fist hard on the desk, and the expensive desktop cracked open with a vicious gash.

"She went to the company?" He picked up the intercom, his voice cold, making it impossible to guess his emotions.

"Yes... Yes, Mr. Carter. Ms. Mellon's car just entered the Mellon Group's underground parking garage."

"Good."

Terry hung up the phone, grabbed his coat from the chair, and strode out.

His eyes, usually lazy and affectionate, now held only a terrifying storm.

Isabella... you're really something!

When she arrived at the company entrance, before Isabella could get out of the car, a black Maybach from across the street made a sharp braking sound and blocked her car sideways.

The car door was pushed open forcefully, and Terry's gloomy, handsome face appeared before her.

Isabella didn't understand what was happening, but instinctively her heart jumped, and she tried to lock the car door.

But it was too late.

Terry rushed over in a few steps and roughly pulled open her car door.

"Get out." He commanded, his voice suppressing towering rage.

"What are you trying to do now?" In the five years they were together, Isabella had seen him angry, but she'd never seen Terry with eyes like this: "What are you freaking out about?"

"Freaking out... yes, I'm freaking out! I'm really being driven crazy by you!" Terry laughed coldly, leaned down to unbuckle her seatbelt, then, like picking up a chicken, pulled her out of the car without explanation.

The difference in strength between them was huge—Isabella had no room to struggle.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Isabella struggled hard, but her strength was nothing compared to his.

Terry said nothing, just shoved her into the back seat of his Maybach, then climbed in himself.

The car door slammed shut heavily, and the central lock clicked down instantly.

The small space was immediately filled with the man's aggressive presence.

And terrifying rage.

"Terry! What exactly do you want? I came to the company today because I have things to handle. I don't have time for your nonsense!" Isabella shrank toward the car door in fear, trying to open it only to find it was already locked.

Terry leaned over, his tall frame completely enveloping her in shadow.

He extended both hands, bracing them on either side of her body, trapping her firmly between the seat and his chest.

"What do I want?" He bent down, his burning breath spraying on her face, staring at her with eyes already bloodshot: "I want to ask you, what exactly do you take me for?"

"I looked for you for two days! Like a madman, I looked for you for two days! And you? You went to see him off? You even hugged him? Do you think I, Terry, am just an idiot who can be played with at will?"

His voice grew heavier and angrier with each sentence.

Every word seemed squeezed out through gritted teeth.

"How I am with him is none of your business?" Isabella was completely enraged by his interrogating attitude, "Terry, don't forget your own position... what right do you have to question me?"

Terry was completely taken off by this statement. He suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head and face him.

"Fine, I'll show you whether I have the right!"

Before the words finished, his handsome and furious face suddenly enlarged, and his burning, domineering lips, carrying a punishing intent, pressed down hard.

Isabella's eyes flew open wide. A rough grinding sensation came from her lips, carrying a strong smell of tobacco and the man's cedar-cold scent, crazily invading all her senses.

This wasn't a kiss—this was clearly biting and tearing.

Isabella struggled desperately, her hands pounding hard on his chest and back, but the man on top of her remained completely unmoved.

Just as she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, a tender voice echoed in her ears.

It was from that night, the call he made to Claire.

That voice was full of indulgent affection, forming the most ironic contrast with this man now ravaging her lips...

What right did he have to use the same mouth that spoke gentle words to another woman to treat her so roughly?

The grievance! The unbearable feeling...

The next second, a crisp, loud slap rang out abruptly in the narrow car.

Isabella didn't know where she got the strength—she used almost all her force to push him away hard, then backhanded a slap that landed heavily on his face!

Terry's head jerked to the side from the blow, and five clear finger marks instantly appeared on his handsome face.

He seemed stunned by the slap, his movements frozen there, and the car fell into dead silence.

Isabella gasped for breath in big gulps, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red as if they would drip blood.