After Alessia Rizzo left, Isabella Moretti took out her phone and began searching for information about the Bianchi Group. She knew that the Bianchi Group was named after its former chairman, Fabio Bianchi, and that it was now being managed by his son, who had achieved even greater success than his father.
However, it was strange that the current CEO didn't even have a photo available online. Isabella Moretti closed her phone and muttered to herself, wondering if he was deliberately keeping a low profile to avoid gossip or if there was something else going on.
With these thoughts in mind, she grabbed the documents and hailed a car to the Bianchi Group.
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The Bianchi Group was located in a prime location in S City. Saying that the land here was valuable would be an understatement. The twenty-four-story building stood tall before her eyes. Isabella Moretti recalled how she had once considered working here after graduation. But in the end, she decided against it. If she worked here, wouldn't she drive Mr. Luca Moretti crazy?
After identifying herself at the front desk, Isabella Moretti was escorted to the CEO's office.
As she observed the design and decoration style of the building along the way, she quite liked it. It was simple and elegant, unlike Mr. Moretti's taste, which often ended up looking tacky. Although she never said this to Mr. Moretti's face, Mrs. SU had warned her that Mr. Moretti cared a lot about his image, so she shouldn't criticize his taste and style if she didn't want trouble.
Most importantly, she didn't work there. Although she had shares in the Moretti Corporation, she only occasionally attended shareholder meetings. If she had to work there every day, she might demand a renovation.
Lost in these random thoughts, the elevator stopped on the twenty-fourth floor. As the elevator doors opened, someone inside said to her, "The receptionist will take care of you outside. Please proceed."
Isabella Moretti nodded with a smile. "Thank you."
As soon as she stepped out, she saw a beautiful woman smiling and greeting her. "Hello, are you Miss Isabella Moretti?"
"Yes, I am."
"Please follow me." The female assistant gestured for her to follow and led her to the CEO's office door. She knocked.
From inside came a response, "Come in."
Furrowing her brows slightly, Isabella Moretti found the voice somewhat familiar.
The female assistant pushed the door open for her to enter.
Isabella Moretti was quite a stylish woman, tall and shapely, with long hair casually braided into a loose braid hanging over one shoulder. Her delicate features and fair skin made her a complete beauty.
The moment Ethan raised his head, he was stunned. This woman's simple and casual beauty had such an enticing effect on him. Indeed, she was a rare beauty.
As their eyes met, although Isabella Moretti appeared calm on the surface, her heart was already in turmoil. She hadn't expected that after a drunken night, she would end up with such a famous CEO?
But it seemed that this grand CEO also had a side job as a duck at night. Money was indeed a great thing. Despite being so wealthy, he still worked so hard!
Seeing her smiling face full of joy and those clear, bright, and slightly shrewd eyes, it was evident that this woman had some misunderstandings about what happened last night.
However, he didn't explain. Instead, he smirked and asked, his tone playful, "Miss Isabella, are you also multitasking?"
Isabella Moretti smiled and internally greeted him from head to toe, thinking that she had insulted her despite being in the same boat?
"President Hunt, you're joking. Isn't there a saying that goes, 'A gentleman loves money in a proper way'? Although I'm a woman, I'm the same. But President Hunt's ways of acquiring wealth are indeed extensive, beyond my capabilities. After all, I'm just throwing money around."
Ethan Hunt raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."
"Actually, I'm very understanding, so I'll keep your secrets." She felt that she was very understanding indeed, as she hadn't spread the word about his side job as a gigolo.
Ethan Hunt saw her misunderstanding but didn't explain. Instead, he gestured for her to sit down. "Well, I should say thank you. But I'll keep your secrets as well, as your reputation is also important."
"Thank you." Isabella Moretti didn't say much, but she actually didn't care much about the matter. Even if that boy from the Bianchi Family found out, it wouldn't matter.
"This is the contract details for you to look over." Ethan Hunt pushed the contract toward her.
Isabella Moretti smiled slightly, gracefully took her seat, and carefully examined the contract he handed over.
The conditions were indeed generous, but there was one thing she didn't like: the requirement for them to be on call for work.
Although money was good, sometimes you had to give up rather than suffer losses.
"It seems that I'm not destined for President Hunt's order." She handed the contract back to Ethan Hunt. Just as she was about to get up, Ethan Hunt spoke up.
"It seems Miss Isabella has principles." Her refusal pleased Ethan Hunt; at least she wouldn't let money dictate her actions.
"Of course, I only take on tasks that I can do well, and I don't like being bossed around." Her photography studio had gained some fame precisely because of her high standards. Everyone who came was very satisfied.
It could be said that as long as she took on a task, she would ensure that the client was satisfied and that she was satisfied with her work.
"Since our relationship is special, I can set a precedent for Miss Isabella. You can freely modify one clause of the contract."
Isabella Moretti smiled faintly. "Since you put it that way, I can't refuse to give face. My request isn't high. Just one: you need to clearly explain the desired effects and feelings, and specify when you need the images. The rest, I'll arrange myself. If the images I provide aren't satisfactory, I'll do a second round for free."
She wasn't stupid. Since Ethan Hunt had said so, how could she still maintain her stance and sign the contract? It would be helpful to establish her reputation by signing with them.
Seeing her so straightforward, Ethan Hunt picked up the internal phone and pressed a button. "Come in."
Isabella Moretti knew he had agreed and suddenly felt that this man was quite efficient in handling matters.
"Knock knock."
"Come in."
The secretary who had brought Isabella Moretti in earlier smiled and pushed open the door. "President, what are your orders?"