As soon as she finished speaking, the car shot out like an arrow. Mrs. SU, standing at the door, muttered, "This girl, thankfully this car doesn't have wings, or it would have taken off like an airplane."
She had wanted to remind Isabella Moretti to drive slowly, but unfortunately, she was a step too late.
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Mise Bar, the largest entertainment venue in City S, was a place both rich kids and ordinary people liked to visit.
The difference was that rich kids almost always had private rooms, while ordinary people could only sit in the main hall outside.
After handing her car keys to the valet, Isabella Moretti walked towards the inside. Although she didn't often come here, she was quite familiar with the environment. Why? Because this bar was owned by her unreliable male best friend. However, very few people knew his identity, and to outsiders, the owner of this place was a mystery.
Before entering the private room, Isabella Moretti sent a text message. After all, she didn't know what the situation inside was like, and she wouldn't do anything to put herself in danger.
Quickly, within seconds of sending the message, she received a reply: "I'm right by your side."
With this reassurance, Isabella Moretti had a sense of what to expect. She confidently walked up to the door of the private room as a strong smell of smoke hit her. She furrowed her brow slightly but maintained a smile on her face.
"Sorry for being late."
Upon hearing Isabella Moretti's voice, Roman Bianchi sat up straight from beside a woman and raised his hand in greeting.
"Come sit."
Isabella Moretti elegantly and gracefully took a seat beside him. Seeing the disheveled appearance of the woman beside him, she tactfully reminded her, "Miss, you've already lost two-thirds of your dignity. You might want to save the remaining third for later."
The woman's face turned ugly, and she huffed as she adjusted her clothes. She then clung to Roman Bianchi and coquettishly complained, "Mr. Roman, look at her. How dare she speak like that?"
Roman Bianchi glanced at Isabella Moretti. "Since you're here, let's not dampen the mood. You should know your place. If you can't handle my lifestyle, then please leave my sight."
Isabella Moretti smiled and patted his shoulder. "Roman Bianchi, I'm well aware of my status. As for when I'll leave your sight, I haven't decided yet."
The man beside them immediately stepped forward and spoke, "Since we're out having fun, let's all enjoy ourselves. Whoever arrives late has to take a penalty shot."
As the man was about to pour the drink, Isabella Moretti placed her hand over the glass and smiled at him. "I'm really sorry, but I'm terrible with alcohol. I tend to overindulge, and my tolerance is low. Last time I drank too much, I almost cost someone their life. So, for everyone's safety, it's best if I don't drink."
Seeing this, Roman Bianchi's expression turned sour. "Are you trying to embarrass me?"
"Roman, that's not fair. You're in a bad mood, but you shouldn't joke about someone's life. Besides, if something were to happen, how would I explain it to Uncle Diego?"
"Don't waste words. Either drink or leave," Roman Bianchi's intention in inviting her here today was to embarrass her and make her angry, all with the goal of making her regret the engagement.
"If you really wanted me to leave, you wouldn't have invited me here in the first place. So why use such words to provoke me? And most importantly, if I really leave, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for you, Roman?" Her voice was loud enough for both Roman Bianchi and the man about to pour the drink to hear.
The man awkwardly smiled. "Hehe, since you don't drink, how about we do something else?"
The people here were all open-minded and knew how to have fun. Seeing that Isabella Moretti refused to drink, they changed the subject to avoid making the situation too awkward.
Isabella Moretti glanced at Roman Bianchi and saw that he remained silent. She then smiled and said, "Since we're all friends here, let's have some fun together. Besides drinking, what else do you guys want to do?"
After hearing Isabella Moretti's words, several men put down the girls they were holding and gathered around her.
"Since Miss Isabella wants to play, the five of us will accompany Miss Isabella."
These five men were all from wealthy families and got along well usually. Roman Bianchi was the third eldest, the man who poured the drink was the eldest, and the one who spoke earlier was the second eldest.
Overall, these five guys had good looks, but their carefree demeanor was a bit off-putting to her.
Seeing them take out playing cards, Isabella Moretti wondered if they wanted to take advantage of her or teach her a lesson.
"I'm not very familiar with the rules of the game, so whatever you guys suggest, I'll go along with it. And if I lose, isn't Roman Bianchi here to cover for me?"
Roman Bianchi glanced at her. "I'm sorry, but I never pay for women, especially not gambling debts."
Isabella Moretti continued to smile, but the more she smiled, the angrier Roman Bianchi became. He felt that it was because of her gentleness that they argued. Otherwise, they wouldn't have fought.
Isabella Moretti shrugged, looking somewhat pitiful. "Well, in that case, I'll just have to rely on luck. Let's hope I don't lose everything."
Before Isabella Moretti could finish speaking, Roman Bianchi spoke up. "The Moretti Family is wealthy and can afford to lose this little money."
"Yeah, why be afraid of losing when we're here to have fun?" The woman who had been provoked by Isabella Moretti earlier sneered sarcastically.
"Even if the family is wealthy, they still need to hold onto their assets. Besides, unlike you guys who have everything handed to you, I'm self-made. I don't have much money or connections. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so petty, don't you think?" Isabella Moretti's words were clearly aimed at belittling them, as they all lived off their parents, unlike her.
Seeing his friends being belittled by Isabella Moretti, Roman Bianchi's lips curled up in a contemptuous smile. "Let me tell you, Isabella Moretti, although we may not be self-made, we're definitely much wealthier than a self-made woman like you. Just like now, we can gamble without worrying about losing everything."
Seeing him furious and helpless, Isabella Moretti's smile widened. "See? I just said something innocuous, yet you misunderstood, Roman Bianchi."
Actually, this was exactly the effect she wanted. Seeing him angry and unable to do anything about it made her feel quite satisfied. After coming all this way, she might as well enjoy herself.