Ultimate Revenge!

006

Sitting in the passenger seat, Isabella tried her best to suppress the fury burning inside her. This damn bastard—every time he opened his heart, it was “ice-cold woman” this, “ice-cold woman” that. He didn’t even bother to call her “dear wife” or “wifey” once.

“I endure!!! I endure!!!” Isabella chanted inwardly. Just a little longer. If what Ethan was thinking didn’t turn out to be true, she would personally teach this damn bastard the meaning of respect.

Her Pagani sped along the road like a rocket, and soon they arrived in front of Star Bar.

As soon as Ethan parked the car and Isabella stepped out, an excited voice rang out:

“Isabella! You’re here! Tonight, we’re not going home until we’re drunk!” – Olivia came running up, but her cheerful demeanor froze when she caught sight of Ethan.

Why the hell was that useless waste of space here?? How could her meticulously planned operation go smoothly with him around?

But Olivia was nothing if not a sly and cunning woman. After just a brief second of surprise, she smiled sweetly and said:

“Oh my, isn’t this Ethan? Isabella, tonight’s supposed to be a girls-only night for us besties. Why did you bring an outsider?”

Her gaze toward Ethan was dripping with disdain. Wait… something was off. Why did this useless trash carry such a presence today? And those clothes—though not outrageously expensive, they were clearly designer. Looking at him now, no one would assume he was worthless.

| Hah. Truly a scheming b***h—barely a second in and she’s already shifted tactics. |

| Look at her nervously rubbing her hands together, unable to even stand straight. There’s clearly something fishy going on. Too bad this ice-cold woman is so stupid—her eyes must just be for decoration. |

| I bet the drugged wine is incredibly potent. That scheming slut must’ve prepared it thoroughly. Don’t disappoint me now, you scheming snake. Hahaha. |

Hearing Ethan’s inner thoughts made Isabella grit her teeth in rage:

“So you’re that eager to shove your wife into another man’s arms? That desperate to cut all ties and divorce me?? Just last night you were so passionate toward me. What happened to make you flip like this overnight?”

Despite the volcano erupting inside her, after hearing Ethan’s thoughts, Isabella managed to calm herself, fixing a frosty stare on her so-called “best friend.”

If this bastard was telling the truth… Well, they had been besties for a long time. How could she not recognize the guilty, flustered look on Olivia’s face? Something was definitely wrong here.

“Olivia, he’s my husband. If you don’t welcome him, then perhaps you’re not welcoming me either. In that case, I’ll take my leave.” – With that, Isabella bent down to open the car door, about to leave.

Seeing this, Olivia quickly rushed over and clutched the car door, her face full of awkwardness:

“How could I not welcome you? Isabella, tonight is our special girls’ night—don’t be like this.”

“Ethan, I misspoke earlier. Please don’t take it personally.” – Olivia gave a slight bow, looking like she was full of remorse.

Ethan looked directly at the scheming b***h, his tone flat:

“I don’t mind. You’re the one hosting the girls’ night and invited my wife. It’s not like I organized it.”

After replying, Ethan scanned the parking lot and noticed a shady-looking black van parked nearby.

| Wow. That van practically screams we’re up to no good. This scheming slut really planned this to perfection. |

Hearing this, Isabella also glanced at the black van, her expression turning grim.

She immediately reached into her pocket and pressed a button on her phone. It was a special device exclusive to members of the Knight family with two emergency modes: 1 – High Alert Emergency Assistance, and 2 – Silent Alarm. Isabella had just activated Mode 2. At this very moment, at least ten elite bodyguards were en route, tracking her phone’s location. Once on-site, they would covertly monitor everything and intervene the moment it became necessary.

“Let’s go in.” – Isabella said coldly, stepping into the bar.

Olivia and Ethan both sensed something was off. Isabella seemed a little displeased, but they were so used to her usual icy demeanor that they brushed it off.

| What’s with the sudden mood swing? Wasn’t she cheerful when she got the call earlier?? |

“Hmph. You’re the moody one. Your whole family is.” – Isabella scoffed inwardly.

Olivia also found it odd. Wasn’t this trash Ethan usually like a damn glue stick stuck to Isabella? Why was he so quiet tonight? And when talking about Isabella, he was cold and indifferent, nothing like the lapdog he used to be.

The three of them entered a private VIP suite—lavishly decorated. The table was covered with expensive bottles of wine and beautifully arranged fruit platters.

This was the most luxurious VIP room in the bar—a place Isabella and Olivia often used to hang out with friends.

But Isabella, as a domineering female CEO, wasn’t like other young socialites. She only liked sipping wine, nibbling on fruit, and watching others dance. She never joined in herself.

Before they even sat down, Ethan’s gaze fell on three opulent bottles of fruit wine.

| Aren’t those the exact fruit wines that the ice-cold woman loves? They’re definitely the stars of tonight’s little “event.” Can’t wait to see what she turns into after chugging all three. |

| What a treat for those ten thugs. Hurry up and drink it all, you ice-cold woman. Tomorrow, we go our separate ways. I’ll have the money, and you can keep living in your silly little fantasy. |

At this point, Isabella no longer had any doubts about Ethan’s inner thoughts. From Olivia’s guilty expression, to the suspicious black van, and now this private suite with no one else but the three of them.

Her hands clenched into fists, her eyes blazing with fury:

“So it’s true—you’re really a starfruit sister. I never once treated you badly, and this is how you repay me? Plotting against me behind my back. And this damn bastard—not only does he not care about his wife’s safety, he’s eager to see me fall into hell.”

“Isabella, this is your favorite wine! Tonight, let’s not go home until we’re drunk.” – Olivia popped open a bottle with practiced ease and poured a glass for Isabella, her eyes gleaming with a mix of malice and guilt she couldn’t quite hide. Beneath it all, there was even a hint of smug satisfaction.

As long as Isabella downed all three bottles, the mighty CEO would become nothing more than a discarded, used-up woman.

As for that trash Ethan, Olivia didn’t care enough to bother pouring him a drink—nor did she even spare him a second glance.