Isabella, witnessing Louie successfully drive Loren away, felt a sense of relief. It seemed that Loren wouldn't be bothering her anymore. However, she couldn't shake off her concern for Louie. Loren was the type of person who wouldn't easily accept defeat, and there was a possibility of retaliation. As a mere marketing supervisor, Louie had now incurred Loren's displeasure, and the consequences could be unfavorable.
As she pondered the potential risks Louie might face because of her, a twinge of guilt crept into Isabella's heart. Worriedly, she said, "Louie, you have to be careful from now on. Loren might come up with some schemes. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
Louie was indifferent to Loren's possible actions against him. In terms of wealth, Webster's family fortune couldn't match his; in terms of cunning, even ten Lorens combined couldn't outsmart him. In matters of power, despite being pursued by Interpol for a few years, they had no evidence. Louie had friends in high places.
Just as Louie was about to tease Isabella and enjoy her irritated expression, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he furrowed his brow and excused himself, saying, "I'll be right back."
Louie went to the restroom to answer the call, ensuring it was empty before picking up. The voice on the other end sounded urgent, "Satan, I need your help. I'm in deep trouble, or I wouldn't be reaching out to you."
"Beast, what's going on? Tell me," Louie responded.
"Satan, I'm currently in international waters, and my ship is being tracked by Interpol."
The Beast stood on the deck of the ship, the roaring sea breeze hitting the vessel flying the Y-country flag. He briefly explained the destination of his cargo, emphasizing that as soon as he entered international waters, his ship was pursued.
Louie couldn't fully grasp the Beast's current predicament from his anxious tone. However, he offered advice promptly, "Beast, my suggestion is to find a cargo ship registered in a foreign country, change your ship's name, and seek help from our old friends. I believe they can divert Interpol's pursuit. A piece of false information is all it takes to change your fate."
The Beast, considering Louie's words a lifesaving solution, hurriedly followed his instructions. When the patrol boat belonging to a member country of Interpol caught up with the cargo ship, it turned out that the ship flying the Dutch flag wasn't the smuggling vessel they were pursuing. Just as the patrol boat left, the wind unfurled the flag, revealing the tricolor of the French flag.
Soon, Interpol received information that they failed to capture the smuggling ship Leoa. A hazel-eyed beauty, Ksenia, slammed her fist on the desk. She was a white police officer from Country M, determined to destroy the notorious arms-dealing organization, the Wolf's Fang.
According to the intelligence she gathered, the Balkans, the Middle East, R Continent, and many other regions were within the Wolf's Fang's sphere of influence. Preliminary estimates suggested that eight out of ten renowned battlefields worldwide were major arms sales locations for the organization. The actual size of the organization remained unknown to Interpol, particularly in areas and countries not part of the international police organization, where the activities of the Wolf's Fang were impossible to track.
Ksenia had been tracking Satan, a crucial member of the Wolf's Fang, for three years. Ever since her fellow officer Misha died at the hands of a member of the Wolf's Fang, she vowed to dismantle this infamous arms-smuggling group.
Thinking she was close to catching Satan and dismantling the Wolf's Fang, Satan vanished like smoke. He disappeared from all battlefields. Helplessly, Ksenia redirected her focus to other important members of the Wolf's Fang, and the Beast was one of them. Interpol received intelligence that the Beast would personally escort a shipment of arms by sea. A week prior, Interpol informed police forces globally to be prepared to apprehend the Beast.
Unexpectedly, the Beast slipped away from under Interpol's nose again. Ksenia, after a furious tirade, finally felt a bit relieved.
"Beast, I won't let you off. Satan, I will catch you," she muttered under her breath.
After finishing the call, Louie returned to the restaurant.
Isabella and Sam were enjoying their meal, seemingly in good spirits. When Louie came back, Isabella greeted him with a smile, "Louie, as a reward for your good behavior today, I'll treat you to lunch."
"Honey, there's no need for formalities between us," Louie said, taking a seat next to Isabella. With a mischievous smile, he unceremoniously reached over and grabbed a plate of delicious Italian pasta that had been placed in front of Isabella.
"Hey, that's mine!" Isabella tried to snatch it back, but Louie had already devoured it in a flash, leaving her annoyed.
Though Sam didn't say a word, he observed with amusement. He thought to himself, "It seems my cousin has finally met her match. But they do make a great pair."
After the satisfying meal, the trio left the TV tower.
"Wife, are we heading home?" Louie asked with a smile.
"Scoundrel, when did I agree to marry you?" Isabella retorted sternly. But seeing Louie's wicked grin, she remembered admitting it during the confrontation with Loren. She hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand my words in the restaurant. I said that to deter Loren from bothering me."
"Anyway, you definitely agreed. Don't try to deny it. Well, I'm considering whether I should visit Century International Group every day to see my wife," Louie said, teasingly.
"You dare!" Isabella glared at him. "If you dare to do that, I'll kill you."
"Tsk, I'm not afraid of anything," Louie dismissed, saying, "Besides, your father has agreed, and you admitted it yourself. Now, you're my future wife, so it's only natural for me to find you every day. If you really don't want me to find you, unless..." At this point, Louie deliberately left a cliffhanger, his eyes fixated seductively on Isabella's ample bosom. This made Isabella extremely nervous, unsure of what kind of trick Louie was planning. Louie finally continued, "Unless you agree to a trial marriage with me, I swear I won't publicize our relationship."
"You scoundrel, dream on!" Isabella fiercely stepped on Louie's foot. The hard heel of her high-heeled shoe made Louie grimace in pain, repeatedly wrinkling his brow. Isabella, without a glance, walked straight to her car.
Sam approached Louie, who was still hunched over and massaging his painfully stepped-on foot. He lightly patted Louie on the shoulder and whispered, "Louie, I know my cousin very well. If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know. I really admire you." With that, he walked past Louie.
Louie was dumbfounded, still bent over and momentarily forgetting the pain in his foot. After a short while, Louie suddenly shouted loudly at Sam, who was about to get into his car, "Hey, buddy, what's your phone number? If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to contact you for help?"