Marry To My Arch-nemesis

Chapter11

At noon, Isabella ordered takeout, asking Grace at home for lunch.

Firstly, it was to express gratitude to her good friend for helping her these days.

Secondly, it was a way for her to have a final meal at home. Today was the day the bank came to repossess the house. In the future, she feared she wouldn't have the chance to step into this house that originally belonged to the Hartwell family.

Before leaving, Grace took out a bank card from her bag and tried to give it to Isabella.

Isabella declined, saying she had money.

"When I run out of money, I'll come to you."

Grace was currently just an intern and still relied on her family for pocket money. Her stepmother was always strict with her, and Grace's financial situation was not comfortable.

After the incident in the Hartwell family, Grace had given all the money from her small savings to Isabella. How could Isabella use her money anymore?

Knowing Isabella's personality, soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and proud, Grace wouldn't let her feel embarrassed.

She took back the bank card, patted her good friend on the shoulder with an air of pride, and said, "Don't worry, once I take back the family property from the hands of that mistress and her daughter, we'll enjoy the good life together every day."

"Sure." Isabella smiled in agreement.

After seeing off her good friend, Isabella carefully cleaned the villa and took photos and videos with her phone.

This old house was where she was born and raised, filled with memories—paint scraped off the stairs from playing with her brother when they were young, the cherry blossom tree her mother planted in the garden, the swing her father personally set up for her... Every detail was a memory.

Before two o'clock, Manager Johnson from the bank credit department arrived with his subordinates, ready to repossess the house.

Isabella took the neatly packed suitcase downstairs. Manager Johnson had a big belly and stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the report on the inventory of items.

Seeing Isabella come down with the suitcase, the small eyes of the man flashed with coldness.

"Open the suitcase."

"These are my personal belongings."

"How would I know you didn't hide some antiques or calligraphy in there?" Manager Johnson raised his voice, "Open it!"

Last time, Isabella had slapped him, so Manager Johnson wouldn't let her off easily this time.

Isabella crouched down and unzipped the suitcase. Manager Johnson walked over and pretended to check.

Noticing a small bag, he deliberately raised his chin.

"What's in here?"

A few young staff members looked on with suggestive expressions. The man's attitude was blatantly humiliating.

If it were the old Isabella, or if she were weak, she might have felt wronged and cried. After experiencing all these things, she was no longer the little girl who hid under the wings of her father and brother.

Standing straight in the living room, she held her composure.

"It not only contains underwear but also sanitary napkins. If Manager Johnson doesn't believe it, you can personally check, right?"

These days, she had learned one truth: the more others bully you, the more they will intensify if you show weakness.

Hearing the word "sanitary napkins," Manager Johnson's fat face twitched, and he kicked her suitcase.

"Disgusting!"

After closing the suitcase, Isabella earnestly wiped away the footprint that Manager Johnson kicked on it. Holding the suitcase, she stared at Manager Johnson.

"Pinnacle National Bank, Daniel Johnson, I remember you."

On the day when she became powerful, she would repay all this hurt and humiliation with interest.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by the girl, Daniel Johnson, pretending to be fierce, roared, "Hand over the keys and get out!"

Putting the keys on the cabinet in the hallway, Isabella picked up her suitcase and violin and walked out of the old mansion.

Without going directly to school, Isabella went to the Harmony Music Store first.

Seeing her, the manager of the music store greeted her apologetically, inviting her into the office.

"Miss Hartwell, I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I didn't expect something like that to happen."

As the incident was investigated by the police, the manager of the music store was also one of the people being investigated.

"It's okay, I don't blame you."

Isabella knew that it was a trap set by Emily. She didn't blame the manager of the music store.

After signing the consignment contract for the violin, Isabella carefully kept the contract and chose an inexpensive ordinary violin for her own use.

The manager felt guilty, not only giving her a 20% discount on the violin but also promising to introduce her to good opportunities in the future.

Finally, taking a last look at the violin she had used for ten years, Isabella thanked the manager and walked out of the music store.

Dragging her suitcase to school, she went straight to the rehearsal room without unpacking, wanting to familiarize herself with the new violin.

Inside the rehearsal room, the school orchestra was rehearsing for an upcoming performance. Head of the Music Department, Teacher Steve, was furrowing his brows while admonishing Emily.

"You are the lead violinist, the soul of the orchestra. Do you understand what a soul is..."

He caught sight of Isabella walking in, and Director Steve's eyes instantly lit up.

"Isabella, you arrived just in time. Come here... try playing this piece."

Emily frowned, "Director Steve, we agreed that I would be the lead violinist this time."

Steve huffed, ""Then you must have the ability."

Emily unwillingly said, "I've been practicing this piece for two weeks, she hasn't even practiced it. How can she pick it up so quickly?"

"Yes, Director Steve, this seems too risky. We are participating in a city-level event this time. If something goes wrong, who will take the responsibility?"

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Several school leaders and teachers nearby also expressed dissent. Everyone was aware of Isabella's talent, but with the performance just two weeks away, changing the lead violinist at the last minute was indeed a bit risky.

"Well..." Director Steve hesitated.

Isabella approached, carrying her violin. " Director Steve, and respected teachers, may I give it a try?"

Give it a try?

Emily sneered, "Isabella, don't be too confident."

Isabella opened her violin case, holding the violin in one hand and the bow in the other. "Please excuse me."

Emily disdainfully twitched her mouth and walked to the side.

This piece was not the usual repertoire everyone practiced; it was a new and highly challenging composition. She had been practicing for two weeks and still made mistakes.

She didn't believe that Isabella could play it perfectly on the first try.

Standing in front of the music stand, Isabella carefully flipped through the sheet music, closed her eyes to recall the content of the score, and then placed the violin on her shoulder.

Everything that Emily had caused her to lose, she would take back.

Today, it would start from the position of the lead violinist.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her right hand, placing the bow on the strings.

The melodious sound of the violin instantly filled the entire rehearsal hall.

Initially, she seemed a bit unfamiliar, but as she progressed, she entered a state.

Rhythm, pitch, emotions...

Everything was perfectly in place.

Not a single note was wrong from start to finish.

"Fantastic!"

Director Steve led the applause, and several school leaders and teachers in the room stood up in amazement.

The vice principal made a decision on the spot, "Isabella, right? You will be the lead violinist this time."

"Thank you, Vice Principal and all the teachers for giving me this opportunity." Isabella sighed inwardly. "I will not let anyone down."

Emily pouted, looking aggrieved. "Vice Principal, what about me?"

"You?" The vice principal smiled. "You can be Isabella's backup, just in case."