Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 135

Three months before the Salotti Group got into trouble, its shares started to plunge. Izabella had thought of such an outcome, but she was too afraid of her thoughts becoming reality, and time and time again she ignored it.

For four years, she thought she had grasped the illusion of her life, but in reality, it was Brett who had been using her, step by step swallowing up the Salotti Group.

Thinking about this ironic event, she didn't know whether it was because the guy was too heartless and unfaithful, or because the girl was just too silly.

"When I first took over the Salotti Group, the old shareholders lectured me, saying I wasn't slick enough, my personality was too sharp and I always insisted on doing things my own way, making it easy to offend people. I listened, but I didn't make any changes." Izabella breathed slowly and heavily, and after a sigh, she continued bitterly, "Now I regret it."

Brett followed up with her question, "What do you regret about?"

"I regret being too stubborn, not knowing how to adapt, and sealing off all my escape routes. If I hadn't met you and forced you to marry me, the outcome might have been completely different." Izabella's tone was heavy and sorrowful, with a sense of resignation.

Her heart was unwilling, and she hated her lack of strength.

Brett's face changed, but he didn't say anything and just stared at Izabella.

"Lucas stopped me today and said that if he had taken over the Salotti family back then, it probably wouldn't have ended up like this."

Brett sneered with deeper meaning, "He's quite confident, huh? If it was him who took over the Salotti family, it might have been gone five years ago."

Izabella propped up her chin, her lips lightly pursed together.

If she hadn't talked to Lucas today and heard all that, she would have almost forgotten that she used to be so fierce, invincible, and living life so proudly and freely.

But when did she become like this? When did she lose her pride and dignity?

After marrying Brett, she lost herself and her once sharp sword had become rusty.

Izabella's thoughts began to drift far away, and the beef in front of her had turned cold. Brett called the waiter to remove it and ordered some fresh seafood soup with Australian lobster.

"Is your stomach problem caused by daydreaming while you eat?"

Brett's voice awakened Izabella. She stared at the porridge and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

"Brett, I want to work."

Brett let out a cold laugh as if he had heard a joke, "Which company would want you?"

Izabella was unable to find a job before, and now it was revealed that she was mentally ill. No matter how strong Izabella was in the past, no company would want a mentally ill employee now.

Izabella lowered her head and took a sip of the hot soup. She rubbed the bowl with her fingertips, her eyes downcast as if she was thinking about something. After some time, she said, "Didn't you say before that I could work at your company?"

This caught Brett off guard, "You would like that now?"

"It's better than staying at home with nothing to do. Can I choose any position?"

Izabella had the ability, and Brett had always admired capable people, "What do you want to do?"

"You bought a piece of land today to develop into an amusement park, right? Let me take full responsibility for this project. What do you think?" Izabella paused and continued calmly, "Besides, isn't the land under my name?"

She thought that Brett would have to think for a few days about such a big project, never expecting him to agree immediately.

"Sure."

Izabella felt like she was dreaming. She touched her earlobe and scooped some more soup to take a few more sips. Her stomach was a little sour and painful from just throwing up, so Izabella quickly got full. Brett said, "I will arrange a few people to follow you."

Izabella understood that Brett didn't trust her completely. He arranged for a few people to help her handle things on the surface, but in reality, they were there to watch her.

Brett thought too highly of her. She didn't have the same means or the same amount of time as him.

What she wanted to do was simple - the Felton Group had gotten into trouble because of her, so she wanted to take on this project and cooperate with the Felton Group. Izabella calmly replied, "Okay."

Izabella remained quiet after getting in the car and didn't mention anything about her upcoming work.

The night view of R City was beautiful, with neon lights shining like stars and countless streetlights illuminating the way home.

The car played music that calmed the nerves, and she was completely engrossed in watching the scenery outside.

She wondered how long she would be able to enjoy this view. The summer in R City was short, and it felt like just a few days ago she was still wearing short sleeves. Now she needed to wear a coat, especially at night when the chilly wind blew in through the open windows.

She couldn't help but shiver, and suddenly, her back and shoulders felt warm. She turned to look, and Brett had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over her.

Brett had drunk some wine, and his usually cold eyes were now filled with liquor, making them somewhat intoxicating.

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