Chapter 409 Do You Think This Is Your Vegetable Garden?
The Howard castle.
Hearing from Arabella that Isabella had no intention of joining, the head of the Howard family and the elders all looked displeased.
At first, they thought it would be mutually beneficial, but they never expected Isabella to refuse to join the Howard family.
Being rejected was always embarrassing.
Theron's expression was cold. "I knew it - Isabella is definitely no good."
Isabella was too arrogant.
She was about to die and still had such a stubborn attitude.
"If she doesn't want to, then when she's about to die at the hands of the Hope family, she'll naturally regret it."
The elders still felt it was somewhat of a pity. "What a waste of such talent."
"So arrogant - how is that talent?" Theron had completely lost interest in Isabella, only feeling mockery. "There's really nothing to regret. Someone like her would only bring trouble to the Howard family."
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Isabella left Radiant University.
When she reached the entrance, she saw a black car that seemed to be there to pick up Jasmine.
Selene and Hestia were there too.
Jasmine spotted Isabella from afar.
"Wait a bit before leaving," she told the driver.
Then Jasmine waited there for Isabella to come over.
"Isabella, this meeting at the Radiant University entrance - could this be the last time we see each other?" Jasmine smiled with a crooked grin. "Tomorrow is the day the Powell family publicly announces Ms. Powell's daughter's identity. Tell me, after tomorrow, where will you go?"
Isabella looked at Jasmine and thought back to Arabella, who had just come to see her.
Isabella sighed. "It seems like the whole world is worried about whether I can survive."
"Who's worried about you?" Jasmine rolled her eyes rudely. "I hope you die soon!"
She had caused the Faye family to lose 1.3 billion dollars - she'd wanted to strangle Isabella for ages!
Isabella wasn't bothered and just smiled. "You're not planning to attend that Powell family banquet tomorrow, too, are you?"
"Of course!" Jasmine lifted her chin, then looked at Isabella with disdain. "Don't think I'm like you. The Faye family is on the guest list this time, and since my dad is the head of the Faye family, of course, I'll be attending."
The Powell family's banquets were always high-level affairs.
One time, it was even held in the Royal Throne Room - even the royal family had to give up the venue for the Powell family. They hired world-class chefs, and just the high-end drinks provided to guests cost several hundred million dollars.
Even for Jasmine, the chance to attend such a banquet was rare.
So Jasmine was proud.
Because it seemed Isabella had no way to attend such a banquet.
Isabella looked at Jasmine with an interested smile. "Right, I almost forgot - the Faye family is on the guest list too."
Just then, Jasmine's phone rang, urging her to come home quickly to prepare for tomorrow's banquet.
After hanging up, Jasmine looked coldly at Isabella. "I won't waste more words with you. Honestly, given what you did for Orville, I actually admired you."
After all, how many people would go that far for a friend, daring to directly offend the head of the Hope family?
Only Isabella would dare.
"If you're still alive after tomorrow, maybe I can let bygones be bygones and consider being friends with you."
Just based on this, Jasmine felt Isabella was much better than those fake friends around her.
Isabella raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A few days ago, you sent people to kill me, and now you're saying you want to be friends."
"Women's minds really are fickle."
Jasmine choked on her words, her face showing some embarrassment and anger.
She glared at Isabella. "Forget I said anything. I can't be bothered to waste words with you. I'm leaving!"
Isabella was going to die soon anyway - no one could save her.
Isabella smiled. "Hope you have fun at tomorrow's banquet."
Jasmine was stunned, then sneered. "Of course I'll have fun. After all, it's the Powell family's banquet. If I can get to know Ms. Powell's daughter, I'll be even happier."
"Good, then do your best. Hope you get to meet Ms. Powell's daughter as you wish." Isabella said with a smile.
Jasmine: "..."
Looking at Isabella's smile, why did it feel so strange?
And Isabella gave her the feeling that she was mocking her.
"Jasmine, why bother talking to her?" Hestia looked at Isabella arrogantly and said with disdain, "Look at her tone - she's just jealous of you. She'll never be able to attend a noble banquet in her life."
Selene also spoke up. "Isabella, you don't need to be so obviously jealous. As soon as you heard we might get to meet Ms. Powell's daughter, look how your expression changed."
"Let's go, get in the car," Jasmine said.
They couldn't be bothered to talk to Isabella anymore and got into the black car one after another, closing the door and shutting Isabella out.
Isabella didn't leave either, as if waiting for something.
"Lon, let's go," Jasmine ordered in an entitled tone.
Lon fastened his seatbelt and was about to start the engine when suddenly, a black car came from the opposite direction and stopped right in front of them, blocking their way.
Lon frowned.
Couldn't they see he was about to drive off? What was the meaning of blocking the road now?
Did they have a death wish?
Couldn't they see the license plate was from the Faye family?
Noble vehicles in Novaria had special letters and numbers on their plates.
For example, the Faye family's cars started with X5 and had one more digit than regular plates.
"Miss, there's a car blocking the way. I'll go make them move it right now!"
Actually, there were no cars behind them - although they were blocked in front, they could just back up and leave.
But this wasn't about whether the car could get out - this was about respect. Daring to block the Faye family's car meant they were asking for trouble!
Lon was about to get out, but just as his hand touched the door handle, he caught a glimpse of the rear plate of the car in front and froze.
A license plate starting with "J1"?
And it was a car that looked low-key but was actually a modified limited edition!
Lon was stunned.
What was going on?
Everyone knew that J1 was the Powell family's license plate.
The car door in front opened, and out came a driver wearing white gloves and a black uniform.
The driver walked over to Isabella, standing by the roadside, bowed respectfully, and said: "Ms. Isabella Powell, Ms. Gwyneth Powell sent me to pick you up."
Inside the car, Jasmine hadn't yet processed what was happening when she watched Isabella get into the car at the driver's invitation.
Then the car drove away.
Because the windows were closed, they naturally couldn't hear what the driver had said to Isabella.
But Jasmine's expression froze instantly, her eyes widening. "Wasn't that the Powell family's car just now?"
Why did Isabella get into a Powell family car?
If this hadn't happened right before her eyes, she would definitely think she'd seen wrong!
Selene and Hestia weren't blind either - they saw it too!
"This is so strange..."
Selene and Hestia hadn't recovered yet, their eyes somewhat dazed.
"You saw it, right? Isabella got into the Powell family's car!" In disbelief, Jasmine's voice rose several pitches.
What was Isabella's relationship with the Powell family?
How could the Powell family send a car specifically to pick her up?
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The next day.
The Powell family's banquet had been building anticipation for a long time.
All the media in the Northern Ice Empire were stirred up, ready to go.
Gwyneth had no intention of keeping the media out either.
Since they were publicly announcing Gwyneth's daughter's identity, it would naturally be a full public announcement - otherwise it would defeat the purpose.
The banquet venue was a hall specifically for hosting large events, also designed like a castle.
The Powell family's military had stationed itself in the area in advance. Even on the street a hundred meters from the building, there were military patrols. Entry to the banquet hall required an invitation - otherwise, you couldn't get in.
Many media outlets had also received invitations and entered the venue.
For reporters, even scandals about Novaria's A-list celebrities weren't as important as the Powell family publicly announcing Gwyneth's daughter's identity.
Besides, Novaria wasn't interested in entertainment and such - the entertainment industry was very niche here. Business and family power were what Novaria's people paid attention to every day.
The banquet hall was bustling with people coming and going, all nobles from across Novaria and some important business guests.
"This is too high-end, isn't it?" Many noble ladies were stunned by the luxurious setup.
Some people gathered directly around the dessert table.
Because there was a world-class pastry chef stationed there, making desserts on site.
"Before, eating Yosel's pastries required going to Celestria in person. Today we can eat desserts made by Yosel right here on the spot!"
Jasmine arrived fairly early with Selene and others.
The banquet hall was huge, divided into five floors - probably couldn't finish touring it all.
As Jasmine was wandering around, she suddenly caught something in her peripheral vision and froze completely.
Isabella's face appeared in her view without warning!
Isabella was wearing very simple clothes, not even a proper gown, just casually wandering around the venue.
Jasmine's expression changed immediately. She walked straight toward Isabella. "Isabella!"
She was incredulous. "Why are you here?"
Hestia and Selene followed Jasmine's gaze and belatedly noticed Isabella, their expressions also changing.
Isabella was quite surprised, too. Looking at Jasmine and Hestia, she smiled. "What a coincidence, right?"
"What coincidence?" Jasmine's face turned cold. "I'm asking you - why are you here? Do you have an invitation?"
"No." Isabella's expression was calm. "Why would I need an invitation? I just walked right in."
Hearing this, Jasmine's face immediately turned ugly.
"Isabella, stop being ridiculous. Without an invitation, how could the guards at the entrance let you in? Do you think this is your backyard garden where you can just walk in whenever you want?"