Refuse the billionaire

Chapter 4

Isabella clenched her fists tightly. The cancellation of the engagement party had utterly humiliated her. However, she had come to a realization: Murad did not love her. If he did, Anse would never dare to treat her with such disrespect.

"Oh, really? Even if he doesn't care about me, do you think that gives you the right to talk to me this way?" she asked coldly. "You're just Murad's well-trained dog. If I send him a recording of your behavior, what do you think will happen?" She gestured toward the surveillance camera in the corner of the room.

Anse was furious. Isabella had dared to threaten him. It wasn’t a big deal for him to be rude to her, but Murad must not find out. After all, Isabella was still Murad’s fiancée, at least in name.

Anse glared at the camera. "You better keep your word and never go back to Mr. Assad. You know full well that you'll never be able to compete with Miss Rebecca. You're not worthy of Murad!"

"Get lost!"

With that, Isabella shut the door firmly, leaving Anse outside.

Leaning against the door, Isabella listened to the sound of his footsteps fading away. She closed her eyes, feeling a surge of power rise within her—something she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Curse you to fall flat on your face," she muttered, filled with bitterness.

Just as the words left her lips, a loud cry came from outside, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Isabella's eyes shot open in surprise. She hurried to the window and peeked out, only to see Anse picking himself up off the ground, his face bruised and swollen, looking utterly ridiculous.

"Oh my god," she gasped, covering her mouth in astonishment and excitement. "My curse power... it's really back!"

This ability had surfaced when she was a child but had gradually disappeared as she grew older. Now, of all times, it had reawakened, as if fate had gifted it to her at just the right moment.

Watching Anse limp away in defeat, Isabella couldn’t help but smile smugly.

She turned and headed to the kitchen, deciding to brew herself a cup of vanilla tea to celebrate this unexpected victory.

Meanwhile, Anse, battered and bruised, dragged himself into his car and called Murad.

"Sir, Miss Isabella refuses to come back," he reported.

Murad was silent for a long time on the other end of the line.

Anse, nervous, cautiously added, "Sir, if she doesn't want to return, maybe we should just—"

"Anse!" Murad’s cold voice cut him off, making him fall silent instantly.

"Find a way to bring her back. You can beg if you must."

With that, Murad hung up, leaving Anse sitting in his car, pale-faced and clutching his phone tightly.

Murad's orders were not to be disobeyed. He would get the job done, no matter what. Partly because the money was good, but also because staying close to Murad allowed him to spy for Rebecca.

As Isabella sipped her vanilla tea, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her peace. She frowned, wondering if that shameless Anse had come back.

Hesitating for a moment, she walked to the door and peered through the peephole.

Sure enough, it was Anse, his face looking apologetic and his eyes filled with desperation.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella suppressed her rising anger and yanked the door open.

"What do you want now?" she asked icily, her voice dripping with irritation.

Anse kept his head lowered, his posture humble, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

"Miss Moriarty, I apologize for my earlier behavior. Please, forgive me. I beg you to return and meet with Mr. Assad."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk forming on her lips. She had already seen through their games. This was nothing more than Murad’s command.

"Anse, I have to say, I admire your ability to swallow your pride," she said sarcastically, her tone laced with frost.

"However, you can go back and tell Murad that I no longer need his concern. Rebecca needs him more than I do. Don’t ever come looking for me again!" With that, she slammed the door shut once more.

Though Anse had failed to carry out Murad’s orders, he didn’t dare leave. He stood guard outside the door, waiting.

But Isabella, irritated by his presence, grabbed her bag, slipped out through the back door, and left for a trip.

After spending the entire day waiting in front of the door and realizing Isabella hadn’t stepped out, Anse grew suspicious. Upon investigating, he discovered that she had already landed in Y City. The situation was now spiraling out of his control.