Isla walked up to Sarah. She was already tall, but now she was wearing high heels, which made her look even more domineering. With just one glance, superiority and inferiority were immediately apparent.
He pulled the woman behind him and said, "Isla, I just take care of Sarah as a friend, nothing else. If you don't believe me, you can stay." His subconscious behavior was actually quite funny.
Twisting her long chestnut curly hair, Isla smiled charmingly, "There's no need to stay. I choose to believe you, but Mark, I want to remind you that tomorrow is the day when our two families meet. Don't act like you are today. It's too late."
They will make an appointment to get married tomorrow, and Isla will naturally become his wife in the future. Mark looked at the pale woman next to him with complicated eyes. His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly and he couldn't breathe.
Isla understood Mark's emotions, and the smile on her face did not change, "Mark, I know you can't let go Sarah as a friend in your heart, but you are about to have a fiancée. I hope you will stop here and don't make it too difficult for me, okay?"
Mark's lips moved, "Isla..."
"See you tomorrow." Islas closed her eyes and simply turned around and left. The graceful back was calm.
Kate felt sorry for her, "Isla, you are too generous to him. Does it have to be him?"
Isla looked up at the dark night with a cold smile in his eyes, "If I want him, it can only be him." Kate shook her head, "Why? I don't understand."
Once obsession was something like this, it will keep fighting in heart. If it can be easily understood, it is not called obsession.
Kate didn't want to understand either, "Mark is so ignorant. If we don't play with him, how about I ask them to come and celebrate your birthday with you?"
Isla turned her face and smiled charmingly, "Okay."
Kate called someone to make an appointment.
The horn sounded, and Isla saw that Cullinan was still parked in place and not driving away. She was slightly stunned and walked forward.
The car window was lowered, and Axel's cool and elegant face came into view. His eyes looked very cold, but when her eyes met with his eyes, there seemed to be a touch of tenderness. She wonder if it was her imagination, "Mr. Axel hasn't left yet?"
"Waiting for you." This statement was too familiar.
Isla pursed her lips and said nothing.
Axel leaned forward and opened the car door, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."
Isla closed the door gently and took a step back. "No, Mr. Axel, I have a friend coming to pick me up."
The man hummed without forcing anything.
Isla smiled and waved, "Thank you for tonight, Mr. Axel. Goodbye."
She said thank you several times, always maintaining a polite distance and not overstepping her bounds.
Axel's heart was a little troubled, and the long-lasting dull pain became more and more clear at this moment, spreading continuously throughout his limbs and bones.
"Goodbye, Miss Isla." He looked at her deeply and drove away.
Kate stepped forward and said, "Isla, who are you talking to?"
Isla smiled lightly and said, "No one."
Kate looked at the black car that was going away with confusion, "Isn't that the car that just sent you here?"
She thought the person in the car was one of their friends, but now it seemed that it was not the case.
Isla ignored her question.
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Nishi building
The building has more than 70 floors and stands in the center of the city.
This was the most prosperous area in the center of the City, and Nishi's building was the city standard building of the city.
A few years ago, the Nishi group settled in the City, which even caused a sensation in the whole province.
This was the industry of the Nishi family in New York, the top family in the whole country.
Axel came to the front of the building and walked into the reception hall.
"Who are you looking for, sir?" The receptionist asked politely.
"I'd rather have your president." Axel light way.
"Are you looking for President Nishi? Do you have an appointment", asked the waitress.
This young man was dressed in stalls and didn't look like a person who was qualified to have a dialogue with a big man like President Nishi.
As the spokesman of the Province, President Nishi was a man of great wealth. Looking at the whole City, few people were qualified to talk to him.
Axel said: "In the original words, I'm a friend of Nishi Brown."
"Yes, just a moment." The hostess hesitated and dialed. He was in Nishi's group, but she had never heard of Nishi Brown.
On the other side, in the elegant office of the president, a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament was processing office documents.
Dong! Dong!
"Come in."
The young male secretary knocked on the door and said respectfully, "President, the front desk says someone is looking for you."
"Front desk? Isn't there an appointment at this time today? "The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said with great dignity. "Don't ask me any questions. Do you understand?"
"This..." The male secretary expression hesitates, way, "President, that person sent a message to you, saying it is Nishi Brown's friend."
"I wonder if it's someone from your family so I came to report. "
Nishi Brown!
The middle-aged man was stunned and frowned.
Nishi Brown was the owner of the Nishi family. It was the name of his grandfather.
In Hong Kong, only Nishi's family members knew the name of the old man, not to mention his full name. In the City, the capital of the province, how can anyone know that the old master of the Nishi family had found himself?
"What kind of person is that?" Nishi asked.
The male secretary replied, "A young man in his early twenties."
"Let that man come to my office." A rather short expression dignified said, with an expression of a little doubt, "Just twenty young people?"
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