"I..."
"You! Do you really think Roman Bianchi is so desirable? Only you think he's good. But looking at you, you two are quite a match, one doesn't care about life, and the other has no shame."
Isabella Moretti glanced at Antonio Russo, and a smile spread across her lips. This guy's mouth was always so sharp. In his words, "those who are near vermilion are stained red, and those who are near ink are stained black!"
"Since he's not good, why did you agree to get engaged to him? Let's be frank, you're just selling yourself for money, right?" Seeing that Antonio Russo's words were harsh, Sīróu didn't hold back either.
Antonio Russo was about to step forward but was pulled back by Isabella Moretti, who patted his shoulder to signal him to calm down.
"Enough with the nonsense. I can get engaged to him because my value is much higher than yours. Even if it's selling, at least I can show my face. But what about you? Even if you want to give yourself away for free, I doubt the Bianchi Family would want you."
Isabella Moretti's words made Sīróu's face turn pale and then black. Indeed, even if she wanted to sell herself, the Bianchi Family wouldn't want her. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so angry.
Antonio Russo gave Isabella Moretti a thumbs up. Her fighting spirit was indeed admirable. "Alright, let's not waste time with such people. I'm hungry."
Isabella Moretti glanced at Sīróu. "Actually, whether Roman Bianchi chooses you or not is not up to me but depends on his position and strength in the Bianchi Family."
After saying that, she and Antonio Russo turned around and got back into the car. She believed that Sīróu would understand the meaning behind her words.
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Because of what had just happened, Isabella Moretti drove much slower. Antonio Russo glanced at her. "Hey, is this woman the one who caused trouble on the day of your engagement?"
"Yes."
"Looks like she's quite scheming. What are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to do anything. When encountering demons, one must slay them. When encountering monsters, one must vanquish them. Those who block my path must be eliminated!"
Antonio Russo nodded. "That's bold. I like your aggressive attitude. Now, hurry up and think about what you're going to make for me to eat later?"
"Choose between two: instant noodles or frozen dumplings."
"I figured it out. Besides these two things, you don't have anything else to offer me. But I'm curious, according to rumors, Miss Isabella from the Moretti Family is beautiful, kind-hearted, and skilled in various things. She's supposed to be a typical young lady from a prestigious family. How come you can't cook?"
"It's not that I can't cook, it's just that I don't feel like cooking for you." Isabella Moretti had been sent to various special classes by her mother, Mrs. Isabella, since she was young. She had some knowledge in flower arrangement, cooking, piano, and even various sports, but what she hated the most was cooking.
"Alright, fair enough. But with your stomach, you're just going to eat instant noodles? Aren't you tired of living?"
"It doesn't matter. Eating it once every few days won't kill me."
"With your attitude, Mrs. Isabellawill have to straighten you out."
"Can't we chat? You don't even know how to chat without talking about instant noodles?"
Antonio Russo chuckled. "Alright, I'll shut up."
As they spoke, the car had already arrived at the entrance of her apartment. After getting out of the car, Antonio Russo followed closely behind, but he immediately felt that something was wrong as soon as he got out of the car.
Isabella Moretti glanced at Antonio Russo. "What's wrong?"
"Why do I feel like this place is being watched?" Antonio Russo was extremely sensitive despite never serving in the military. He could definitely hold his own against someone who had, because before becoming a pimp, he underwent six months of intensive training.
"Heh, really? Since there are idle people, let them be busy." After saying this, Isabella Moretti walked towards the entrance of her apartment building without any concern.
Antonio Russo squinted his eyes. As he followed Isabella Moretti into the building, he took out his phone and sent a text message. Isabella Moretti's safety couldn't be taken lightly, even if she didn't care, he couldn't be careless.
Entering the elevator, Isabella Moretti glanced at him. "Do you know who they are?"
"I won thousands of dollars from three young masters of wealthy families. This should have spread in the pimping circle by now, so it's possible that some people with ulterior motives followed me here."
"It seems that someone doesn't want you to enjoy the money peacefully."
"Too bad, once the money is in my hands, who else can take it away?" Saying this, the two of them walked out of the elevator, and Isabella Moretti took out her keys to open the door to her apartment.
Antonio Russo followed behind her. "Indeed, with your money-before-life attitude, you're typical of someone who would rather give up their life than their money."