Chapter 2: Matrimonial Ad!
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"It's him. I heard from your dad that Gabriel Hartwell has taken a liking to Isabella Aston and plans to come to our house in a couple of days to discuss the marriage alliance between our families..."
"Would Dad really be willing to marry Isabella Aston off to Gabriel Hartwell?"
Sarah Carlisle snorted coldly, her eyes flickering with calculating brilliance, "The company is facing operational issues, and Gabriel Hartwell has promised to invest. For the sake of the company, your dad has no choice but to agree."
"Wow! That's amazing!"
Natalie Aston was excited, but she couldn't help but feel jealous at the same time.
Isabella Aston was nothing but a vixen!
Just after breaking up with Henry Beaufort, she was taken notice of by a wealthy old man like Gabriel Hartwell. She really wanted to ruin her face!
...
The thunderous sound was no less than a bolt of lightning on a clear day.
Isabella Aston staggered backward as if she had lost her weight.
The man who had slept with her last night turned out to be a gigolo hired by Natalie Aston?
Her father, for the sake of the company, was planning to marry her off to an old codger?
She had seen Gabriel Hartwell before.
At the cocktail party, he had been staring at her with lecherous eyes!
There were many rumors about him outside, saying that he was a p*****t who had killed many girls!
This was a pit of fire. Did her father ever consider her as his own daughter?
When the Aston Group was making money, she, as the daughter of his previous wife, did not enjoy her father's love. Now that the company's capital chain had problems, did they want to sacrifice her happiness?
Why!
Isabella Aston refused to accept this!
Without disturbing anyone, she quietly left.
In the afternoon, Isabella Aston waited for Henry Beaufort downstairs the Davenport Group building.
"It's you?"
Henry Beaufort looked at her coldly, as if he were looking at a stranger, "Didn't I say that I only love Natalie, and to avoid misunderstandings, you should better not come to see me privately?"
Isabella Aston's prepared long speech was shattered by his heartless words.
A year ago, they were still together planning for the future.
A year later, he treated her as a stalker, a person with delusions of him, a white lotus who wanted to steal her sister's boyfriend, and was extremely disgusted with her!
She softened her voice and pleaded, "My dad and stepmother are planning to force me to marry an old man, and I really have no other choice but to come to you..."
"Does this have anything to do with me?" Henry Beaufort asked expressionlessly.
Isabella Aston suddenly felt like a joke.
Knowing that he had forgotten her, why did she still subconsciously seek his help whenever something happened, like a child who never grew up?
"I'm sorry, I disturbed you, I'll leave now..."
With that, she seemed to want to retain her last bit of self-esteem and fled in a panic.
The moment she turned around, tears fell down her cheeks.
Henry Beaufort, I really tried my best.
If one day you remember me, please don't blame my weakness.
Looking at her hurriedly running away, Henry Beaufort's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, but he returned to normal when he received a call from Natalie Aston to have dinner.
...
Twenty minutes later, a matrimonial ad quietly exploded on a social networking app.
Matrimonial Ad: I am a 23-year-old female, 165cm tall, weighing 48kg, currently working at my family's company, with no genetic diseases, and no bad habits. My family is in a good financial situation, my father runs a small business, we own a house and a car. I am looking for a reliable man, hoping that he is upright and kind, down-to-earth and enterprising, with a harmonious family background, not a mama's boy, not a drunkard or a gambler, and no major medical history.
...
On the other side.
In the capital, in a top-floor office of a certain building.
The man stood by the window, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, his back straight and tall, like a proud eagle.
"Boss." Davenport SplAsst knocked on the door and entered respectfully, "I found the information on the girl from last night, and... there are some interesting things that I think you might be interested in."
Alexander Hawthorne slowly turned around, the pale golden sunlight from the window falling on his handsome face, as if coated with a faint halo.
Davenport SplAsst handed over an iPad, "She is currently looking for a husband online."
"Looking for a husband?"
Alexander Hawthorne stared at the matrimonial content, his eyes flickering with an indecipherable dark light.
"This is indeed interesting."
He said he would be responsible for her in the morning, and she disdainfully turned around and openly looked for a husband online?
Is this slapping his face?
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