After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 64: Isla, Be My Girlfriend

Eliza Sutton heard her but just clicked her tongue, not giving Brenda Preston any other reaction.

Brenda Preston stomped her foot in anger, the hatred for Eliza Sutton nearly spilling from her eyes.

’If Eliza Sutton thinks marrying into the Lockwood Family to ward off misfortune gives her the right to step on my toes, then I’ll show her she’s dreaming!’

’A bitch is a bitch. She deserves to spend her whole life in the mud, being trampled on!’

As Eliza Sutton walked out, she mulled over the situation with Brenda Preston. Based on today, Brenda definitely wouldn’t let this go easily.

In other words, she needed to leave the Lockwood Group’s design department as soon as possible. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Brenda Preston; in her eyes, all of Brenda’s little schemes were practically a joke.

However, Eliza felt that spending her time on such pointless matters was a waste.

"Sis! Isla!"

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind her. Eliza Sutton turned to see a young man in flashy, flamboyant clothes running toward her. Her body tensed, and her foot twitched, ready to kick out at a moment’s notice.

"Sis, have mercy! It’s me, your little brother." The man took off his glasses and pointed to his own face, which could only be described as beautiful. "It’s me, Ivan Willow. I’ve already knelt and acknowledged you as my big sister."

It was indeed Ivan Willow.

"Why are you dressed like this? And what are you doing here?"

"I came because I missed you, of course, Isla." Ivan Willow grinned, his eyebrows dancing expressively.

Eliza Sutton raised an eyebrow. "Speak normally, or I’ll beat you up."

"Oh." Ivan Willow looked a little hurt, but he quickly perked up. "Isla, I have a favor to ask. Can you help me out?"

"No." Eliza Sutton turned and started to walk away.

Ivan Willow scurried to keep up. "No? Why not? Isla, you can’t refuse me so cruelly! We have a bond forged through kowtowing!"

Eliza: "...You knelt to apologize!"

’Does an apology count as a bond?’

"Exactly! I already knelt! Doesn’t that earn me any consideration?" Seeing that Eliza Sutton was ignoring him, Ivan Willow ran in front of her, plopped down on the ground, and hugged her thigh, starting to wail at the top of his lungs.

Eliza Sutton was completely caught off guard.

After all, even Emmett had stopped using the thigh-hugging method to get what he wanted.

But here was Ivan Willow, a man in his twenties, kneeling on command, hugging thighs on command, and crying on command, with none of an adult’s dignity.

"Get up!" A vein throbbed on Eliza Sutton’s temple.

"I won’t!" Ivan Willow was resolute. "If you don’t agree, I’m not getting up! I’ll let everyone know how you’ve been heartless and abandoned me!"

Eliza Sutton was speechless.

’When was I ever heartless and had abandoned him?’

"Get up first," Eliza Sutton threatened. "If you don’t, I’m going to get rough."

"Oh." Ivan Willow stood up, blinking his big eyes and looking pitifully at Eliza Sutton, as if he were about to burst into tears at any second.

Eliza Sutton was getting a headache. She said with resignation, "All right, spit it out. What on earth is it?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend!"

"Hm?" Eliza Sutton’s tone turned dangerous, her expression clearly saying, ’You may be young, but you sure are bold.’

Ivan Willow immediately clarified, "Isla, don’t get me wrong! I just want you to pretend. I don’t know what’s gotten into my old man, but he met some random woman and now says she’s going to be my wife.

And who am I? The handsome, dashing, suave Ivan Willow! How could just any random woman lay a finger on me? So I told the old man I already have a girlfriend and that he should stop worrying. But who knew he wouldn’t believe me and would insist I bring my girlfriend over for him to see? He even said that with my taste, any girlfriend I pick would be no good, and that I should break up with her immediately. I had no choice! For the sake of my future happiness, I could only come to you for help."

"You’re the great Master Willow. Surely plenty of women would be willing to do you this favor."

"Yes, if I just ask, an ocean of women would be willing to help me. The problem is, my old man’s standards are high and his judgment is vicious. Most women start trembling at the sight of him and can’t even get a word out, so how could they help me fend off this unwanted romance? I thought it over and over, and only you, Isla, with your beauty, grace, and extraordinary presence, are qualified for the job."

Eliza: "...Don’t think you can just flatter me into agreeing."

"Isla, I’ve laid it all out for you, and you’re still not going to agree?" Ivan Willow’s eyes widened, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears again.

"..."

"Isla, please just agree. It’s really just one meal, just to make an appearance. I swear I have no other intentions." Ivan Willow tugged on Eliza Sutton’s sleeve, refusing to let go.

"Isla, I’m begging you. Please."

Eliza Sutton noticed that people were starting to stare. "Get up."

"Okay, I’m up. Let’s go." When Ivan Willow saw Eliza Sutton wasn’t moving, he made to grab her thigh again.

Eliza Sutton was getting an immense headache. "Fine, fine, fine! I’ll go with you."

Ivan Willow immediately beamed, his somewhat effeminate face blooming like a flower. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

「An hour later. The Imperial Feast.」

Ivan Willow parked the car, walked over to the passenger side, and pulled the door open.

"Isla, let’s go."

Eliza: "You go in first. I’m going to get some air and will come in after."

Ivan Willow: "Are you trying to trick me into going in first so you can sneak off? Isla, after all the times I’ve called you Isla, after I’ve been so pathetic, you’re just going to disregard my lifelong happiness? How can you live with yourself?"

As he spoke, he looked like he was about to start crying and grab her thigh again.

"..." ’How many times is he going to threaten to cry?!’

Eliza Sutton couldn’t take it anymore. "How does this crying and sniveling look anything like the profligate scion of the Willow Family, the top dog of Seabourne?"

Ivan Willow pouted. "Even the top dog of Seabourne has to kneel before my old man."

Then he switched back to flattery. "Isla, I’m really not trying to give you a hard time. I just don’t have a choice. Only a woman as beautiful, cool, and capable as you can make my grandfather change his mind."

"Isla, you’re the only one who can save me! I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with some ugly hag!"

"Shut up!" Eliza Sutton snapped. She took a deep breath and got out of the car. "Let’s go."

Ivan Willow immediately extended his arm.

"What for?"

Ivan Willow said, "To link arms, of course. We should at least be holding hands. We need to look lovey-dovey."

As he spoke, he reached for Eliza Sutton’s wrist, but under Isla’s death glare, he could only withdraw his hand sheepishly.

Ivan Willow said pitifully, "Fine, we won’t hold hands. Hmph."

Eliza Sutton shot him a look. "Lead the way. I’m leaving in half an hour."

"Oh." Ivan Willow was feeling particularly wronged. ’Isla is so mean,’ he thought.

But then he remembered the magnificent sight of Isla beating him to a pulp, and he quickly cheered up. With Isla taking charge, that absurd fiancée would definitely be taken care of!