The next morning.
Isabella Moretti wore a striped half-sleeve shirt and tight black cropped pants, paired with high heels. Before leaving, she received a call from Mrs. Su, reminding her to have breakfast.
So she added a bottle of milk to her bag, although whether she would drink it or not was another matter.
Driving her white car, she arrived at her photography studio. "Xiaomi, take these two checks to the Hope Primary School and the nursing home, in the name of Roman Bianchi and his fiancée."
Looking at the combined sixteen million yuan checks, Xiaomi asked, "Doesn't this include your million as well?"
Isabella Moretti smiled. "Am I that stingy? I contributed one million of my own. Hurry up and go."
Xiaomi chuckled. "Sorry, I underestimated you by fifty thousand."
She had thought so. There was no way this much money was solely from her boss. Although Isabella Moretti often did good deeds and secretly donated money and goods, if she had to take out such a large sum all at once, she would definitely feel the pinch.
"Xiaomi, do you see me as someone stingy? Anyway, this money wasn't easy to earn, so spend it wisely, okay?"
"I know. I'll go now." It seemed this money came from Roman Bianchi.
"Don't forget to call some reporters. If there are any questions, let them interview Roman Bianchi."
As Xiaomi reached the door, she turned back and glanced at Isabella Moretti, asking puzzledly, "It seems like he really offended you."
Isabella Moretti smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Xiaomi, you've been quite talkative lately. Should I give you more work to keep you busy?"
Xiaomi quickly made a gesture to zip her lips, then turned and left. She didn't dare to truly offend the big boss. If she did, she wouldn't take it lightly.
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An hour later, Roman Bianchi, who was recuperating at home, was informed by the butler that many reporters had arrived at the door to interview him.
"Go and find out what's going on," Roman Bianchi said. He couldn't understand why reporters would come so early in the morning. And why did they want to interview him?
The butler nodded and left. After a while, he returned and said, "It's said that they came because of the donation of sixteen million yuan by the young master and his future wife. What do you want to do, young master?"
"Sixteen million yuan?" Roman Bianchi repeated with a grim expression. If his father found out that he had spent this money, what would be the consequences?
That damn woman really knew how to cause trouble for him. Roman Bianchi took out his phone and called Isabella Moretti. "Isabella Moretti, are you intentionally trying to cause trouble?"
On the other end of the phone, Isabella Moretti laughed innocently, her tone full of amusement. "Roman Bianchi, you're saying it wrong. I'm just trying to make everyone believe that both you and I are first-class philanthropists. Besides, I'm helping you out. If your father finds out that you lost this money to me..."
"Isabella Moretti, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Now that you understand, there's no need to ask further. Hurry up and tidy yourself up to deal with the reporters outside your house. And remember, I hold grudges, so when I need help in the future, you should lend a hand." She was the most grudge-holding person.
"You..."
"I'm a bit busy, so I'll leave the matter with the reporters to you."