Chapter 95 Gaining an Advantage and Still Acting Innocent
Isabella couldn't believe Sophia truly didn't care at all.
"Does getting mad help?" Sophia asked, chuckling lightly.
Isabella was taken aback and fell silent.
Of course it didn't help.
She had schemed for all those things.
No matter what happened in the future, she would never return those things to Sophia.
Once they were in her hands, they were hers.
She had spent years in the Brown family, sticking by Hayden, Olivia, and her brothers. She deserved some reward for her efforts, even if they weren't always successful.
Sophia smiled knowingly, not surprised by Isabella's reaction.
She found the situation dull and turned to leave.
But as soon as she turned, someone grabbed her arm tightly.
"Sophia, did I do something to upset you? Is it because of Zander? Sophia, I'm sorry, Zander and I are in love. Please, let us be together..."
Zander finished chatting with the guests and walked out, just in time to see Isabella's pitiful expression.
He quickly sped up and pulled Isabella into his arms, glaring angrily at Sophia.
But with just one look, he was stunned.
The girl in front of him, with her delicate and beautiful features, like a porcelain doll in a display case, was Sophia?
How was that possible?
Because of Isabella, Zander had never really looked at Sophia before.
He had overlooked her appearance.
Until this moment, staring at Sophia's exquisite face, he was so shocked he forgot what he was going to say.
Isabella, now in Zander's embrace, was deeply moved and waiting for his anger.
But when she lifted her eyes, she saw Zander staring blankly at Sophia's face, his eyes filled with amazement.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged within her, and she quickly tugged at Zander's sleeve.
"Zander, it's okay, Sophia didn't mean it."
Hearing Isabella's words, Zander snapped out of it.
Realizing he had been staring at Sophia's face for so long, his face flushed with embarrassment.
He turned cold, angrily saying, "Sophia, how dare you bully Isabella again! Usually, I let it go, but today is our engagement party. What are you trying to do?"
Seeing Zander's dramatic defense of Isabella, Sophia couldn't help but laugh.
"You've said everything already. Whether I bullied Isabella or not, everyone here can testify."
The guests shook their heads.
They had watched the whole interaction.
Apart from a few whispered words they couldn't hear, they saw everything between Sophia and Isabella.
Sophia had said less than five sentences. They didn't see Isabella being bullied at all!
Were they blind?
Otherwise, why was Isabella suddenly so upset?
Everyone exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what was happening.
But many were reluctant to speak up.
After all, the Stewart family was still a top-tier family, and they didn't want to provoke them.
Sophia stepped forward, lowering her voice as she spoke to Isabella, "Didn't I tell you not to bother me again?"
Facing Sophia's icy gaze, Isabella was startled and quickly took a step back.
"No, I didn't..." Isabella instinctively defended herself.
"First off, I'm married. What you and Zander do is none of my business. Trust me, I'm not interested in Zander, so you can stop treating me like I'm trying to steal him."
"Second, I have my own husband, Benjamin. We're very close, so stop trying to stir up trouble."
"Lastly, I've said all this more than once. I think Ms. Brown not only has a poor memory but also has bad hearing."
Sophia crossed her arms, her chin slightly raised, glaring coldly at Isabella.
She thought Isabella must be out of her mind.
She and Zander had barely interacted.
Why did Isabella insist she would steal Zander?
Isabella's face turned pale, looking at Sophia with fear.
She couldn't believe that the strong, cold girl in front of her was the same person who had been bullied in the Brown family.
She had used the same tactics to frame Sophia before, always successfully.
Why was Sophia now in control?
The guests looked at Isabella, then at Sophia, and suddenly understood.
According to Isabella, Sophia had been infatuated with Zander and had been kept by a man in his forties to gain Zander's attention.
But now... it was clearly a lie.
Benjamin was twenty-four, not a man in his forties.
Moreover, Sophia was Benjamin's acknowledged wife, not a mistress.
And comparing Zander to Benjamin was ridiculous.
Who was Benjamin?
He had shown business acumen in his teens and taken over the vast White Group.
Over the years, Benjamin expanded the White Group's business, doubling its influence.
Rumor had it he was ruthless, cold, and efficient.
Who was Zander?
Just another member of the Stewart family.
And Zander wasn't the only heir to the Stewart Group; his future inheritance was uncertain.
In short, Zander couldn't hold a candle to Benjamin.
Even a fool would know who to choose.
Isabella's claim that Sophia loved Zander was laughable.
Hayden, watching Sophia's assertive demeanor, was displeased.
He angrily said, "Sophia, is this how you talk to your sister? Apologize to Isabella!"
With one sentence, the difference in treatment was clear.
Sophia laughed, her clear eyes looking at Hayden.
"Sister? I've severed ties with the Brown family. What sister?"
Sophia mocked, "Mr. Brown, you personally signed the severance papers. Are you denying it now? Does that mean our agreement with the Brown family is void?"
Hayden's face changed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Void agreement?
That meant the White family's $3 billion investment would be withdrawn.
How could that be!
Hayden remained silent, his face darkening.
Sophia chuckled, tilting her head, "So, Mr. Brown, what are you doing now? Taking advantage while pretending to be innocent?"
He wanted both the White Group's huge investment and to use her to curry favor with the White family.
How clever.
Benjamin put his arm around Sophia's shoulder, his cold gaze sweeping the room.
"Mr. Brown, your family is bullying my wife in front of me. Do you think the White family's investment is easy to get?"
Benjamin's deep voice carried a clear threat.
The Brown family members' faces changed, looking at Benjamin with fear in their eyes.