Chapter 313 - Three Hundred And Thirteen : The Engagement (1/2)
The third point of view :
Isabella stared at the crafty old man, a smirk on her face. Who was he trying to deceive? The grandpa was smart but she had an upper hand: Grown up tend to look down on children.
”Fine, I agree to the deal,” Isabella said to the man's surprise. He had seen the girl was a fierce and determined one hence didn't expect her to give in that easily.
At that moment, the door opened and the arrogant bastard called Julie walked in. Sure, she could see why Anabelle fell for him, he was breathtakingly handsome with soft silky blonde hair that fell over his right eye adding to his sexiness, kissable bow-shaped mouth, and blue eyes, however, he fell in comparison to Pedro - at least in Isabella's view. Though Julie had a face most women would willingly die for, his body was nothing compared to Pedro's - and Isabella liked a well-defined sexy chest.
The boy had a smug look on his face and it took Isabella all the strength she could mutter not to lunge at him and punch the daylight out of that annoying pretty face.
”Grandfather,” Julie bowed, still staring at Isabella out of the corner of his eye.
”Oh, you're here son,” He acknowledged his presence, ”How are you doing? Hope the injury wasn't serious,”
”Well, aside from a slight whiplash, I'm good,” He said, flexing his wrist and shoulder.
”What a great pretender,” Isabella scoffed audibly, ”Even Reina didn't get an award for her great acting,”
Reina gave Isabella the look, why was she dragging her into this matter. She was the one who brought herself into this mess in the first place.
”As you can see..” George ignored Isabella's grumbles, ” The perpetrator of the incident has admitted to her crimes, and to make restitution, she has agreed to be your bride,”
Isabella winced at the mention of 'bride'. This man was really shameless, this was the twenty-first century! You can just force a girl to marry your irritating son just because you like her!! - she flips the table out of anger mentally.
”What do you say to that, son?” George asked.
Isabella snorted, the acting between grandpappy and son was so awesome she wanted to puke. Even if Julie doesn't like her, it was obvious he wouldn't disobey his decision.
”I agree to the engagement, Grandfather, ” Julie agreed, eyes fixed on Isabella.
Reina was almost angered to death, she was hoping this little male specimen would atone for his sins by disagreeing to the engagement after what he did to Anabelle. It was no wonder her father, Valentino, was shameless too - like mentor, like mentee.
Reina was about to step in and take matters into her own hands when Isabella said.
”Hold your horses, old and young man. This matter has not yet been fairly settled,”
”What are you talking about, young one?” George mumbled.
”I got into this ridiculous engagement because I tried to hurt your precious grandson yet your son went scot-free after he hurt my precious cousin, Anabelle,”
”Don't be ridiculous, you're paying for the sins of trying to harm him in a bid to avenge Anabelle,” George argued, almost going red in the face. This was the first time in his entire life to encounter a shrewd child like this.
”For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” Isabella leisurely quoted Newton's third law of motion, ”There's no equal reaction on my part - you duo are the only ones benefiting from this,” the girl didn't back down nor show signs of weakness.
A smile crept up Reina's face and she relaxed into her seat comfortably. Isabella already got this covered, she'd see how this brazen granny and his son escape her.
”Don't be too greedy,” Julie pointed at her.
”Haa!” Isabella harrumphed, ”I'm greedy? So says the two-timer”
”Y-you?!” Julie found himself shooting up to his foot, blood rushing to his face.