"Although it sounds harsh, it's true. Buckle up."
Antonio Russo fastened his seatbelt. "As far as I remember, you're not someone who can be manipulated easily. Why are you so obedient this time? Just because you're engaged?"
Isabella Moretti started the car and explained as she drove towards her apartment, "I heard that the Moretti Family encountered some financial troubles, and it was quite tricky. So I decided to repay Mr. Moretti's kindness by agreeing to the engagement. After all, it's just an engagement."
Antonio Russo glanced at her, displeased. "I remember you're not the kind of person who lets others dictate your life. Why did you choose to protect the Moretti Family like this?"
Isabella Moretti looked at him. "I understand what you mean. But if I use your connections and money this time, Mr. Morettiwill still come to me for help next time. So I might as well let him use me once."
Antonio Russo understood her meaning. "But have you thought about what if this matter isn't as easy to resolve as you think? What will you do then?"
"No matter how difficult it is, I'll handle it." When she agreed, she had already considered the worst-case scenario.
"Okay, since you're aware of it, I won't say anything more. You're leaving like this tonight. Will those guys just let it go?" Those guys were regulars at his place, but he had never had any contact with them.
"What's there to be afraid of? I still have you, bro. Tonight, I'll treat you to instant noodles."
"Get lost, and you still have the nerve to say that!"
"What? Isn't instant noodles bought with money? Do you think I'm like you, swimming in money every day?"
"But it's your own choice. Back then, I asked you to work with me, but you refused and insisted on suffering on your own."
"I didn't want to share the money you used to marry your wife."
"Come on, I feel like you look down on the money I make. Let me tell you, I'm currently researching and developing new industries. If you want to work with me, consider it."
"Tell me how much I need to invest first. If it's too much, even if I have the intention, I don't have the capital."
"Don't underestimate me. Money is not a problem. I just feel that earning money alone is boring. With you, I can relax a bit. It'll be convenient to slack off sometimes."
"If that's the case, what reason do I have to refuse? Let me know when you're ready to start, even if it's not much, it's still something."
"Okay, then let's say... Oops..." Before Antonio Russo could finish his sentence, the car suddenly braked sharply, and when he saw the situation outside the car, his face turned pale.
Antonio Russo's face turned white as he looked at the woman standing in front of the car, and he angrily cursed, "Damn it, couldn't you choose a better place to cause trouble?"
Isabella Moretti, rare without her smiling face, unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed the door open, saying to the woman, "Sīróu, right?"
Sīróu looked terrified and nodded at Isabella Moretti. "Yes."
"If it's about Roman Bianchi, there's no need to resort to such methods. After all, if you want to die, I don't want to deal with lawsuits or pay for your burial."
Coming down from the door, Antonio Russo was also filled with anger, pointing at Sīróu and asking, "Are you crazy? If you're sick, go to the hospital. Running onto the main road like this, aren't you afraid of dying and going to hell?"
Sīróu looked at Antonio Russo and said, "I just wanted to let her know that I love Roman Bianchi and I'm willing to do anything for him, even die."
"Hell, coming here to express your feelings, how serious is your illness?" If she weren't a woman, Antonio Russo would have raised his fist and punched her. He had never seen someone like her, willing to cause trouble for others even though she wanted to die herself.
Isabella Moretti calmed her anger and put on a smile again. "It's late at night, who would watch you play out this drama with Roman Bianchi? Besides, if you really wanted to die, you wouldn't choose this method. So you just wanted to warn me, tell me that you're willing to do anything for Roman Bianchi, and let me give up early and stop competing with you, right?"
Sīróu's expression changed slightly. Isabella Moretti was right; she did this to tell her to stay away from Roman Bianchi. Otherwise, she could do anything.
"If that's what you mean, I won't deny it. And also, since you're so determined, let me tell you, he will never marry you."
Isabella Moretti chuckled. "Heh, since you're so confident, why bother to resort to such extreme measures?"