After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 42 Completely Famous

Isabella Weaver withdrew from the boundless ambiguity, looking at Harry Hunter in shock. He was actually concerned about her, comforting her!

How long had it been since someone cared for her like that?

Too long!

When she was with Milo Field, Milo cared a lot about face and reputation. He had a particularly perfect image himself, and he demanded that Isabella have a perfect image too. Every time someone attacked her, what Milo gave her was never comfort but blame.

So much so that she always doubted herself, always had to put on various facades according to Milo’s demands, living very tiredly every day.

And now, someone was telling her that she needn’t care about what others said, that he believed in her!

It turned out that the feeling of having someone’s support was so good, giving her confidence and courage about the future out of nowhere!

She smiled at Harry Hunter, "Mr. Hunter, thank you!"

Harry Hunter nodded lightly, let her go, watched her pass through the crowd and enter the dormitory, and then left.

When Isabella returned to the dormitory, Molly Cox and the others were all there, looking at her with obvious shock.

"Isabella, you’re really something underneath!"

Isabella usually spoke very little and didn’t compete for anything, so quietly that she was easily overlooked, yet it turned out she was quite adept at seducing men!

Last night, she was picked up by a Lincoln and brought back by a Maybach, both belonging to rich people!

The key point is, the man who sent her back today was stunningly handsome!

Compared to this man, even the school heartthrob Milo Field seemed a little lacking.

The charm exuding from a mature and successful man had a deadly attraction to young girls.

"Isabella, who was the person who sent you back?"

Isabella was exhausted and sleepy, not wanting to deal with her roommates whose gossiping desires were burning intensely, or they’d concoct another big drama and make her headline the school gossip forum again.

She removed her outer clothes and lay on the bed; in a daze, she could still hear her roommates discussing her.

"Molly, where on earth does she work part-time, getting to know so many rich people?"

"I heard it’s at Royalton Club, where only rich people go."

"Royalton Club? Why haven’t I heard of it? Is it really that impressive?"

"All you do is study and focus on your books day and night without knowing what’s happening outside. You’re practically a bookworm; it’s no wonder you haven’t heard of Royalton! It’s the most famous, luxurious club in A City, country bumpkin!"

"Then... can we work part-time there?"

"Us? Forget it. Even though I can’t stand Isabella’s pretentious nature, her face is really perfect, requiring no makeup and her skin is so good. The entrance standard at Royalton is to be pretty; with faces like ours, can we really make it?"

...

Isabella slept until noon, and as she carried a washbasin to the communal bathroom, she again found herself surrounded by curious stares.

Some people even deliberately ran to the bathroom to see her, and some even took close-up photos and videos!

They nearly shoved their phones in her face, their mouths spewing words like "sugar daddy." Isabella couldn’t take it anymore and finally snapped, splashing them with a basin of cold water.

The phones were fine—they were waterproof, so no big deal.

But those taking her pictures weren’t so lucky; they were all drenched.

"Isabella, you went too far!"

"Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want! So uncouth, throwing cold water on us!"

"You owe me a new outfit! And my phone!"