She sighed again and thought, "Oh well, I'll just take it as he said, a first experience!"
With that thought, she didn't dwell on it any longer and went back to her room, took a shower, changed clothes, and left the hotel.
Arriving at her photography studio, Isabella Moretti dropped her bag on the desk and started organizing her work. When she saw the newspaper on the table, she couldn't help but smile.
"The headline is quite interesting. 'Moretti Family's Elegant and Generous Heiress, Despite Nearly Being Stolen in Marriage, Remains Graceful and Understanding.' I didn't realize I was so outstanding."
Nisha Moretti, who pushed the door open, remarked, "Could you be a little less conceited? Do you really think you're that amazing?"
Putting down the newspaper, Isabella Moretti looked at her elder sister and said, "You're the general manager of Moretti Corporation. Why aren't you at work so early and instead come to pry into my thoughts?" Her sister was entirely focused on Moretti Corporation, making her a workaholic.
"I just delivered a contract, so I stopped by to see you. After all, you've made the headlines."
Isabella Moretti rolled her eyes at her sister. "Can't you criticize me a bit more? And you won't die from it?"
"Get to the point. What are you really thinking?" Nisha Moretti wanted to know her sister's plan to avoid any unnecessary worry.
Isabella Moretti shrugged. "What plan could I have? We'll just have to take it one step at a time."
"I guess I worried for nothing. You must have some plan in mind; otherwise, how could you be so calm?"
"Enough about me and my trivial matters. What about you? What's happening with your crush? Don't tell me you're planning to two-time him, sneaking around and professing your love?" Isabella Moretti teased.
"He'll be coming here in a week. We'll see what happens then."
Isabella Moretti smiled. "Well, dear sister, I wish you good luck."
Seeing her sister's attitude, Nisha Moretti couldn't be bothered to argue with her anymore. After giving her a disdainful look, she left.
Watching her beautiful and capable elder sister leave, Isabella Moretti took out the newspaper again and looked at it. Surprisingly, being on the front page felt quite good!
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On the other side, from the moment Isabella Moretti left the hotel, Ethan Hunt had someone investigate her background.
Inside his black Bentley, Ethan Hunt, clean and tidy, went through Isabella Moretti's information one by one. Isabella Moretti, the second daughter of the Moretti Family, twenty-three years old, graduated from a top university, but did not join Moretti Corporation. Instead, she operated her own photography studio, known as the Profound Photography Studio, which had gained some reputation.
She had just been engaged to Roman Bianchi from the Bianchi Family yesterday. Rumors said the Moretti Family was selling their daughter for fame, while the Bianchi Family wanted a dignified and virtuous wife for their son, who was not doing well.
Because Roman Bianchi had a notorious reputation, prestigious families were unwilling to marry their daughters to him. It's said that the Moretti Family's decision to marry off their daughter to Roman Bianchi was a bid for fame and honor precisely because of this.
Other than that, there wasn't much else. Isabella Moretti could be considered a model student, both in school and in society, and she hadn't tarnished her reputation in any way.
Closing the file, what puzzled him was why, given that the Moretti Family still had a daughter, they allowed her to become Roman Bianchi's wife. Could it be that she was not favored?
After her sister left, Isabella Moretti remained busy until noon. Just as she was about to get up for lunch, Alessia Rizzo knocked on the door and entered. "Xiao, we've received a big order. Take a look."
Isabella Moretti took the large order from Alessia Rizzo. "From the Bianchi Group? Isn't that the renowned Hunt's conglomerate?"
"Yes, that's right. It's a great opportunity for us to collaborate with them."
"It seems like being famous does bring good opportunities. Looks like my appearance on the front page wasn't for nothing. Alright, after lunch, I'll go check it out."
"Shall we go for lunch now?"
"Yeah, let's go together."
Alessia Rizzo nodded with a smile. "A free lunch is always good."
"Is that all you think about?"
Isabella Moretti took great care of Alessia Rizzo because she came from a rural background and it wasn't easy for her to make it in the city. Thankfully, Alessia Rizzo was very eager to learn and hardworking, and her performance at work was excellent, which pleased Isabella Moretti.
Isabella Moretti remembered a time when she had asked Alessia Rizzo if she wanted to work at the Moretti Corporation, considering it was a large company and might offer better prospects than her own studio. But Alessia Rizzo hadn't even considered it, simply saying, "I'm sticking with you for life."
Those words had warmed Isabella Moretti's heart. Although she wasn't sure if Alessia Rizzo really meant it or not, just hearing those words had made her happy.
As they left the photography studio, Alessia Rizzo tentatively asked, "Are you alright after yesterday?"
Isabella Moretti glanced at her. "I'm fine. More than fine."
Thinking about what happened last night, she couldn't help but smile to herself.
To others, Isabella Moretti appeared to be a refined young lady from a prestigious family. But who would have thought that she had spent the night with a man she had hired?
No one would believe it if she told them.
Although Isabella Moretti always had a smile on her face, there was something unusual about her smile at the moment.
Alessia Rizzo asked with some confusion, "Your smile seems a bit strange. Did you do something sneaky?"
"Why would I need to be sneaky if I want to do something? If I want to do something, I'll just do it openly."
Alessia Rizzo shrugged. "Alright, your thoughts are hard to guess. I won't even try."
Isabella Moretti smiled, not just a superficial smile, but a genuine one from the heart. Alessia Rizzo still had a lot to learn, or else with her innocence, she might end up getting fooled by someone.
After a quick lunch, Isabella Moretti checked the time and said, "You go back to the studio. I'll prepare some documents and then head to the Bianchi Group to see what's going on."
"Okay, I'll head back now. Call me if you need anything."
Isabella Moretti nodded. "Yes."