Chapter 59 Could It Be Because I'm Too Beautiful?
"Bitch, what are you pretending for?" A red-haired girl with a lollipop in her mouth looked at her disdainfully. "Do you know who this guy in front of you is?"
Isabella glanced at the tattooed man she was pointing at, but said nothing.
"Oh right, you just transferred here, so you don't know Wren's reputation yet." The red-haired girl smirked. "Well, after this, I'm sure you'll remember."
"Enough, why waste words on her?" The tattooed man glared fiercely at Isabella. "Hand over that watch!"
Isabella remained unmoved.
The buzz-cut man narrowed his eyes and said to the tattooed man, "Wren, it's not working."
"Didn't Elizabeth say we could do whatever we want? The Taylor Family doesn't care about her anyway," the red-haired girl said.
Hearing this, the buzz-cut man walked a few steps toward Isabella, grabbed her by the collar and yanked her forward aggressively. "Hurry up and hand over your stuff, you hear me?"
Isabella looked at him indifferently, her eyes full of contempt, as if looking down on an ant.
The buzz-cut man was stung by her gaze.
"Still putting on an act, huh! Let's see how long you can keep this up..."
Before the buzz-cut man could finish his sentence.
A scream suddenly echoed through the entire alley.
Before the buzz-cut man could react, Isabella had broken his wrist.
The crisp crack of bone was particularly terrifying.
Isabella's lips curved into a cold smile as she lifted the buzz-cut man and slammed him hard against the wall.
The buzz-cut man fell to the ground like a dismantled toy, lifeless.
Everyone was shocked.
"Wren!" The yellow-haired man looked at the red-haired girl in horror, his voice trembling. "Wh... what do we do?"
"What do we do! What do you think we do?" Wren snapped irritably. "Idiot, get her now!"
The yellow-haired man raised the steel pipe in his hand and swung it at Isabella.
"Bitch, you dare hit Uri, I'll kill you..."
But before he could finish his threatening words, Isabella's kick came flying at him.
The force was explosive. The yellow-haired man was kicked straight into the wall by Isabella and passed out.
Wren froze.
Coming to his senses, he turned and ran.
The next second, a hand reached out from behind, grabbed him, and dragged him back...
A few minutes later, Isabella emerged from the alley. Except for the only female thug who was still intact and cowering in the corner, everyone else was lying scattered on the ground.
Isabella's mood was much better than before.
Walking toward school, Isabella spotted the familiar black sedan by the roadside again.
From a distance, she stopped in her tracks.
Wasn't this William's car?
While she was hesitating, William sent her a message.
[Get in.]
It really was him.
Isabella walked over unhurriedly and got in the car.
Along with her came a damp smell into the car.
William watched Isabella sit down beside him, reached out and pulled down her hoodie, his cold gaze sweeping over her face. Not seeing anything wrong, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a bit.
"I don't care if you get into fights," he said with a stern face, warning her. "But if you get hurt, forget about going to school."
Isabella looked at him in surprise. "How did you know..."
"I know everything you do."
His tone was calm and certain.
Isabella pressed her lips together and said nothing more.
William pulled out a large pink lunch box like yesterday and placed it on the small table in front of her.
Isabella: "..."
After staring at the pink lunch box for a moment, Isabella stubbornly turned her face away. "I'm not hungry."
William looked at this willful Isabella, his brows slightly furrowed. "Why not?"
"Because Violet is going to sing at a bar just to buy a guitar for some scumbag." Isabella said angrily.
She couldn't say this to anyone else, but with William, it came out naturally.
After all, William didn't know Violet or Charles anyway.
William asked, puzzled, "Who's Violet?"
"Violet is my deskmate. She has a boyfriend named Charles, but Charles is a scumbag. He doesn't really care about Violet at all. He must have used some trick to get Violet to agree to sing at a bar to earn money to buy him a guitar. I told Violet not to go sing at the bar, but Violet won't listen to me at all. In her heart, Charles is the perfect boyfriend, and they've known each other since childhood. I can't easily shake Charles's position in her heart..."
Isabella said a lot in one breath, and William listened attentively.
"Time reveals a person's true nature," William said. "If Charles isn't sincere with your deskmate, his true colors will show eventually."
"But I can't wait that long. Maybe it'll be three or four years before Violet sees Charles for who he really is, but by then it'll be too late."
William was curious. "You've only known Violet for a few days. Why do you care so much about her business?"
"We hit it off right away." Isabella thought this explanation was fine. She said quietly, "This is friendship between us girls. You wouldn't understand."
"I really don't understand," William said. "But I can try slowly."
"Try what?"
"Try to understand you."
Isabella turned to meet William's deep eyes, and her face flushed.
She quickly looked away. "What nonsense. We girls... our business, you don't need to understand."
"Okay, I know."
William nodded, then said, "If you're worried, I'll have someone watch Charles to make sure he doesn't hurt your deskmate."
Isabella thought about it. Charles did need to be watched, otherwise how would she catch evidence of Charles cheating?
William looked at Isabella's profile in the light. "Can you eat now?"
Isabella said quietly, "I already ate. I'm full."
William's expression immediately turned cold. "Liar. You didn't finish."
His tone was very decisive.
Isabella instantly felt guilty.
She silently pulled over the pink lunch box and muttered while eating, "How did you know..."
William said calmly, "I have people at the school cafeteria."
Isabella was stunned.
Money was great—you could plant informants wherever you wanted.
"Why are you monitoring me?" Isabella couldn't help asking.
William was really strange.
They had no relationship at all. Just because she saved Sophia, did William need to go this far? He not only managed her meals and her fights, but now even her deskmate's affairs...
Isabella had a flash of inspiration. "Could it be because I'm too beautiful?"
William, flipping through documents, responded with a light sound.
Beautiful.
Isabella: "?"
It really was because she was too beautiful?
Isabella quickly finished the lunch box. William handed her a small bottle of strawberry-flavored milk and watched her drink it.
"I'm going back to the dorm to sleep." Isabella rubbed her full stomach.
"Okay."
William pulled out a black umbrella and handed it to her. "Don't get rained on."