"That's right. It's not easy to earn money these days. Once you finally get your hands on it, who would just give it away for free?"
"Isabella Moretti, with your money-before-life attitude, you're bound to suffer a big loss sooner or later."
"Then we'll talk about it when I've suffered that big loss." As soon as she finished speaking, they heard someone knocking on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The two looked at each other and then turned to the door...
Antonio Russo walked over to Isabella Moretti. "They came knocking so soon?"
Isabella Moretti smiled. "Since you're so curious, I'll leave it to you to handle. I need to rest for a bit." With that, she sat down on the sofa and picked up a magazine from the coffee table to read.
Antonio Russo glanced at her. "I've figured it out. Coming to your place not only means filling your own stomach but also dealing with these unknown troubles."
"As long as you know."
Antonio Russo had no way with this woman. He remembered telling her once that he must have done something to wrong her in his past life, so he had to repay it in this life.
He walked to the door and opened it. As the person was about to take a photo, Antonio Russo swiftly blocked the lens and warned, "Entering a private residence and taking photos without permission can land you in legal trouble."
Hearing this from the sofa, Isabella Moretti immediately stood up and walked to the door. She knew that Antonio Russo didn't want to be photographed, let alone exposed in the media or newspapers.
"I've left the information on the table for you to take back and review at your leisure. We'll discuss company matters at the meeting tomorrow."
Antonio Russo glanced at her. "You're considerate." He nodded and walked back to the coffee table, picked up a magazine, put it in the briefcase, and walked out.
Isabella Moretti wasn't worried about leaving these paparazzi to deal with. Why? Because so far, she hadn't seen anyone who could make her suffer!
After seeing off Antonio Russo, Isabella Moretti leaned against the door, a smile spreading across her face like a flower. "Why don't you introduce yourselves?"
"We're here to interview Miss Isabella about her relationship with Mr. Roman and when they plan to get married."
Looking at the man opposite her with glasses, then at his companion, Isabella Moretti said, "My relationship with Mr. Roman has already been publicly disclosed by various media outlets. As for when we plan to get married, we'll inform the media when we have news."
"In that case, may I ask how Miss Isabella views Mr. Roman's relationship with Miss Si Ruo?"
"You trespassed into my home at night, and the thing you're most interested in is this?" Her tone was cold, but her smile remained on her face, although she felt angry when she thought of Si Ruo.
"We knocked on the door instead of barging in. Furthermore, we journalists aim to let the public know what they want to know. I don't see anything wrong with that."
Seeing this person's lack of tact, Isabella Moretti pushed open the door and pointed inside. "Well, I've never seen a journalist as self-righteous as you. Since that's the case, come in and have a seat."
The two men at the door looked at each other, a little surprised by Isabella Moretti's sudden change.
Isabella Moretti walked over to the coffee table first, picked up her phone, and called Roman Bianchi. "Hey, Roman, if you're free, come to my apartment. There are two handsome journalists here who want to interview us about our relationship and wedding date."
Roman Bianchi was currently at home seeing a doctor because of the injury caused by her. Due to this, he couldn't have any intimate actions with Si Ruo for the entire month.
Already furious, hearing her phone call only added to his anger. "Then tell them I'm busy. Since you're so capable, dealing with two journalists shouldn't be a problem for you."
Isabella Moretti's tone still carried a smile. "Alright, since you say so, I'll just take them to the Bianchi Family."
On the other end of the phone, Roman Bianchi heard her mismatched response and decisively hung up. He harbored deep hatred towards this woman.
Both men's faces turned unpleasant upon hearing they were going to the Bianchi Family. After all, the Bianchi Family was not to be trifled with. If it were just Isabella Moretti alone, they might dare to say a few words. But going to the Bianchi Family?
Isabella Moretti noticed their hesitation, and that was exactly the result she wanted. She casually picked up her purse from the sofa. "I'm sorry, if you want to know about my wedding date with Mr. Roman, you might have to come to the Bianchi Family with me."
"Going to the Bianchi Family is out of the question. We have other matters to attend to. We'll have the opportunity to meet with Mr. Roman another day."
Seeing the two men hurriedly leave, Isabella Moretti rolled her eyes and closed the door. She had just called Roman Bianchi, but it was just to fool these two brainless individuals. He didn't deserve any face.
So she made a mental note of it and planned to return the favor in the future.
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Back on the sofa, Isabella Moretti rubbed her hungry stomach. Because of Roman Bianchi's phone call earlier, she hadn't eaten enough at home. She had been planning to make dumplings when Antonio Russo arrived, but now she could only settle for instant noodles.
She boiled water and then went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. When she came back down, she went straight to the kitchen to grab a bucket of instant noodles. Just then, her phone rang.
Seeing it was Antonio Russo, Isabella Moretti answered, "Back at your lair?"
"Yeah, did you send those two away from your place?"
"Of course, I didn't keep them here to share a bowl of instant noodles."
"Isabella Moretti, are you eating instant noodles again?" When would this woman learn to take better care of herself?
"Oh, can you keep it down a bit? You're going to make me deaf with your shouting."
"Blaming me for yelling at you. Quickly pour out the instant noodles; the pizza will be here soon."
"Oh, it's always you." Isabella Moretti adjusted her clothes and then opened the door.
But to her surprise, when she opened the door and saw who was standing outside, it caught her slightly off guard.
"The identity of CEO Ethan Hunt is quite versatile. Have you become a pizza delivery guy now?"
Ethan Hunt's lips curled into a faint smile. "Don't invite me in?"