Although she hadn't taken a step outside yet, she was grabbed from behind by one of the men. However, she didn't seem afraid because she noticed the men standing guard at the door. She guessed they were arranged by Li Tie.
"Are you waiting for me?" Isabella Moretti asked the men at the door.
The men nodded. "Yes."
The people in the room looked at each other, and Roman Bianchi was also stunned. Although they often played here, they had never seen these people before.
"What kind of people are you? Why are you looking for my fiancée?" Roman Bianchi was unwilling to let Isabella Moretti be taken away like this without teaching her a lesson. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered meddling in her affairs.
Isabella Moretti rolled her eyes in her heart. Now he's calling her his fiancée?
"We don't need to explain who we are to you. Please, Miss Isabella." The man made a gesture of invitation to Isabella Moretti with his hand.
Isabella Moretti glanced at Roman Bianchi, who had just come over to grab her. "Roman Bianchi, let go. I have something to do now. We'll settle our accounts at the Bianchi Family."
Roman Bianchi's face darkened, and just as he was about to slap her, Isabella Moretti smiled and reminded him, "Do you think they'll stand by and watch me get hit?"
Looking at the men at the door who were already starting to move, Roman Bianchi reluctantly withdrew his outstretched hand. "Isabella Moretti, you're ruthless."
Isabella Moretti shook her arm to relieve the pain from being pulled by him and smiled, waving to the people behind her. "I'll treat you all to dinner another day. After all, you've donated so much money. I should show some appreciation. So, everyone, wait for my call. Goodbye."
As Isabella Moretti left with the four well-dressed men, Roman Bianchi's face turned livid with anger. "Boss, find out who these people are."
"Okay."
"I'm telling you, Third Brother, your fiancée has some background, huh? She's actually connected to these people?"
"Second Brother, stop talking nonsense. Help me find out more about this woman. I refuse to believe that I can't deal with her." Roman Bianchi clenched his fist, his expression as if he wanted to devour Isabella Moretti alive.
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On this side, Isabella Moretti was escorted out of the venue, and when she saw her car parked in front, she knew her best male friend was inside.
She quickly walked over, opened the door, and said to Antonio Russo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Hey, Haozi, long time no see. When did you train such tough soldiers?"
Antonio Russo was wearing a white T-shirt, beige casual pants, a pair of sneakers on his feet, and his hair was cut short. With his handsome features, he looked like a college student. But who would have thought that such a person would be in charge of the venue.
"In this line of work, if we don't have people like this, do you think we can control the situation? But what about you? You didn't even tell me about your engagement. What am I to you?"
"I consider you my best friend. Because I'm not happy about this marriage, I didn't tell you."
"Oh, it seems like the rumors are true. The Moretti Family patriarch is selling his daughter for money." He hadn't called her today, and she was thinking about him.