Female Novel
Chapter 724
Chapter 724
But Deborah's heart was bursting with joy.
This was all about connections. If you didn't take advantage of the opportunity to meet big shots, then
you were a fool.
Their country was just a small one, but they had developed well in recent years because they always
cooperated with big shots to seek benefits.
Deborah quickly sent a message to Waylon with excitement, "Son, come back quickly. Your dad wants
to introduce you to some amazing people."
At this time, Waylon had reached the gate of the Presidential Palace. He lowered his head and replied
to Deborah as he walked forward. "I know, I'll be home soon."
Just as he stepped through the gate, he heard the sound of brakes from behind him. He turned around
in surprise and saw a woman in a white dress getting out of her car.
He raised an eyebrow and was about to whistle at her when he realized who she was - Isabelle.
"Isabelle? Who let you come back?" His tone was full of disdain and mockery. "You're just an
abandoned wife whose husband is in jail - how dare you come back?"novelbin
Isabelle walked towards Waylon on high heels expressionlessly. "I am the President's daughter; I can
come back anytime without anyone's permission."
Waylon thought Isabelle would tremble like she used to before and be timid and afraid again; however,
he didn't expect her to be so tough now.
He stared at Isabelle incredulously, "What has happened? You dare talk to me like that?"
Isabelle retorted confidently,"How I speak is my freedom; it's none of your business."
Her face looked elegant with makeup; she shone brightly with confidence unlike before when she
appeared weak as if being bullied by others all day long.
How could one person change so much within such a short period?
She felt like being reborn!
Waylon couldn't keep up with what was happening."I heard that you escaped from the Bentley family,
Tucker went into prison too, and the Bentleys hate you. How dare you show up here tonight! The
Bentleys will definitely come!"
Isabella kept walking past him while speaking coldly, "So what? Am I supposed to fear them?"
He followed Isabelle, with a look of disgust on his face, warning her in a stern voice, "Let me tell you,
my dad has invited some important guests tonight. You better not cause any trouble and keep your
mouth shut. If you dare offend the guests, I'm telling you there will be consequences!"
Isabelle didn't even look at him and continued walking forward with a cold laugh.
How dare this jerk ignore him like that? She never dared to do that before.
Waylon became angry and reached out to grab Isabelle's arm to push her!
But he didn't expect Isabelle to dodge it and slapped him. "I am your sister. Show some respect!"
Waylon was stunned.
He... he got hit? He was beaten by this woman named Isabelle?
While he was still in shock, Isabelle had already walked away.
Waylon was so angry that he gritted his teeth. You wait for me, bitch!
He grumbled as he entered the banquet hall where the President and Deborah were greeting guests.
He didn't dare approach them because he wasn't sure if there were any red marks on his face from the
slap.
He quickly went into the restroom but when he looked in the mirror... he was dumbfounded.
There were clear five-finger marks on his left cheek! He quickly sent a message to the butler asking for
ice cubes so that he could soothe it immediately.
Deborah waited anxiously for Waylon's arrival but she couldn't find him anywhere.
Why did her son drop out at such an important event?
She sent another message urging Waylon to hurry up.
Just as she finished sending it off, she saw Isabella enter through one of doors leading into banquet
hall.
She froze instantly upon seeing her.
In hushed tones, Deborah scolded, "What are you doing here? Do you think this is an appropriate
place for someone like you who was abandoned by her husband?"
Isabella gave Deborah a blank stare before replying, "I have something important I need to talk about
with my father."
She had tried numerous times before reaching out to the President Palace, only being turned down
each time.
Holding up an invitation card, she said nonchalantly,"I came here with an invitation."
Deborah frowned suspiciously at her, "How did you get hold of one?"
"Why can't I have one?" replied Isabel dismissively as she walked past Deborah without another word.
Deborah looked Isabelle up and down, feeling like she had changed a lot. Isabelle used to never be so
bold or confident, let alone speak so coldly and bluntly.