Chapter 166
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Ignoring her pleas, Denis pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly. “Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you get your revenge. The Harper family is nothing. Audrey and Brenna are easy to deal with. Just tell me who you want handled, and I’ll take care of it.”
Isabella fought back with all her strength but couldn’t free herself. She took a deep breath to gather her composure. “We’ve only just met. Don’t you think this is rushing things? Mr. Wagner, I need some time to consider what you said.”
Denis finally let her go, stepping back and pulling his phone from his jacket. “Let’s exchange contact details. If you ever find yourself in trouble, feel free to reach out to me,” he said.
Isabella mulled over her situation. She realized Denis’s sudden interest in her wasn’t born of genuine feelings. He likely wanted something from her, or maybe he was merely captivated by her looks.
If that was his angle, she wasn’t afraid. She could use his interest to her advantage.
Given the Barrett family’s struggles against the more influential Harper family, and considering Ethan’s indifference toward her, she believed Denis could prove useful.
With support from the Wagner family, perhaps the Barrett family could improve their standing.
A sense of relief washed over Isabella as she took out her phone to exchange numbers with Denis. “Mr. Wagner, are you sure about this?” she asked.
Denis remained unfazed, caressing her again. “As long as you meet my needs, I’ll support you in any way you require,” he said.
He noticed a tear in her dress and immediately made a call to have someone bring a new gown from his home.
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This gesture gradually eased the embarrassment Isabella had felt at the banquet, boosting her confidence.
Soon, someone arrived with a beige gown far more opulent than Isabella’s original one, complete with lambskin shoes and a gemstone necklace.
After a quick makeup refresh, Isabella returned to the banquet looking completely transformed.
Denis, however, didn’t linger with Isabella. He rejoined his friends, chatting with them.
After a while, his friends all turned their gaze toward Isabella.
“Why bother with her? She’s hardly your type, considering her figure,” said a man in a white suit.
Another man chuckled. “Maybe Denis has a preference we don’t know about,” he said.
The man in the white suit added, “Maybe he wants her to make some changes to her body. With all the advancements in cosmetic surgery these days, adjustments wouldn’t be too hard, right?”
Brenna endured the entire evening in elegant attire and high heels, maintaining a polite smile throughout. Ethan was a constant presence at her side, often stepping in to drink for her.
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