To tell the truth, he felt she was very different. She managed to win millions against those men, and even confronted Roman Bianchi. Though someone helped her out later, it indicated she was aware of the situation and not reckless.
Isabella Moretti nodded as she listened to him, picking up a slice of pizza and continuing to eat.
Seeing her silent, Ethan Hunt also grabbed a slice of pizza and started eating. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to talk while eating.
However, a few minutes later, Isabella Moretti noticed he was eating faster than her and unhappily slapped away his hand when he reached for another piece.
"Hey, that's my pizza. You've eaten more than me already. Do you think that's fair?"
"Because I haven't eaten, so I'm a bit hungry," he said, taking the last slice of pizza without waiting for her response and biting into it unapologetically.
Isabella Moretti glared at the empty pizza box, trying to suppress her anger. She had never encountered someone so impolite. Even as a CEO, he was stealing her food?
Didn't he know she hated it when people took her food?
Ethan Hunt chuckled inwardly, finding her not as easy going as she seemed. But her current demeanor was quite endearing.
"Do you not have anything to drink at your place, Isabella Moretti?" Ignoring her anger, he intentionally tried to provoke her.
Already angry, Isabella Moretti heard his tone and replied sharply, "I think you've had enough. You've eaten all my food, and now you want something to drink? Taking advantage of me like this is not acceptable. Hurry up and leave, I want to rest."
"People always say that the daughters of the Moretti Family are elegant, knowledgeable, virtuous, and gentle. But I seem to have a different impression now," he said. How come he didn't find teasing a woman this amusing before?
Isabella Moretti struggled to control her anger. "Well, if others knew that the famous CEO Ethan Hunt came to a woman's house to snatch food, they probably wouldn't believe it either."
Ethan Hunt wiped his hands with a tissue and replied casually, "But you're not others."
Isabella Moretti chuckled. "True, considering we've already been in bed together once, let's just consider you as a handsome guy I'm treating today."
Ethan Hunt didn't respond to her words. Instead, he got up and headed towards the door. When he arrived at the apartment complex, he had sensed something was off outside. He had stayed and chatted with her just to see if anything would happen.
Thinking he was leaving, Isabella Moretti got up and followed him. But she saw Ethan Hunt frown and make a silent gesture as he turned back to her.
What was he up to? Isabella Moretti stared at Ethan Hunt at the door, perplexed. He had been in the kitchen just now. How could he hear anything from this far away while she was talking?
Ethan Hunt listened for a moment at the door, confirming there were indeed footsteps outside, though they didn't seem to be approaching their direction. He then relaxed a bit and said, "I noticed some suspicious people downstairs when I came up. Since you live alone, be careful. I'll head back now."
Recalling his earlier reaction, Isabella Moretti couldn't help but ask, "Have you served in the military?"
Ethan Hunt glanced back at her. "I'll tell you later."
Smiling, Isabella Moretti rolled her eyes inwardly. Why wait for later for such a simple answer?
Seeing her silent, Ethan Hunt, after stepping out of the door, reminded her once again, "Since you don't want that money, better deal with it soon to avoid trouble."
Watching him leave, Isabella Moretti stood there foolishly for a moment. How did he know she didn't want that money? And how did he know she had money now? Was he here to remind her of that?
After seeing off Ethan Hunt, Isabella Moretti didn't dwell on the money matter anymore. As for why he kindly reminded her and how he knew about what happened last night, she couldn't be bothered to think about it.
Sitting on the sofa, Isabella Moretti picked up her notebook and began searching for past covers and promotional posters related to the Bianchi Group's photo shoots. She had to admit that the photography studios the Bianchi Group had previously collaborated with were all top-notch. Although she wasn't bad herself, if she wanted to surpass their previous shoots, she would need to put in some serious effort.
Stretching lazily, she checked the time and headed back to her bedroom. She needed a good night's sleep since she had to deal with the money she won tomorrow. Speaking of the money she won, she smirked.