William had no interest in a woman with such a temper, but thinking about the money he owed, he had to endure it.
"Miss, please understand, I helped you because I saw you were having trouble walking. It's quite rude of you to shout at me like this," he said.
Isabella scoffed, "You should take a look at yourself. Talking about manners when so many people would love to get close to me but don't have the chance—this is already a favor to you."
"If that's the case, I'd prefer to never interact with you again. A fiery woman like you is not someone I can afford to deal with."
"Humph, as long as you know."
Isabella wanted to shake him off and leave, but a car suddenly sped past her, splashing muddy water all over her. Now, Isabella was not just in a messy situation; she was completely drenched.
