"Get Isabella out here!"
Peter, pinned down and unable to move, had a face flushed crimson with sheer humiliation and rage.
He was Isabella's biological grandfather, yet getting even a single glimpse of her was proving to be an impossible task.
She was completely unyielding.
Natalie turned to the manager, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "These people are your boss's family. They just want to see her, but you keep blocking their way. What else were they supposed to do?"
"You should all hurry up and call Isabella over."
"Natalie!"
Isabella strode through the entrance.
She called out Natalie's name, her voice cold and sharp.
Natalie, who had her back to the door, whipped around. Seeing Isabella and Laura walking in, she let out a condescending scoff. "Well, aren't you a VIP these days, Isabella? A person can't even get an audience with you without resorting to extreme measures."
Isabella's gaze swept over the wrecked cafe.
Laura's expression instantly darkened into absolute fury.
Natalie, on the other hand, looked incredibly smug.
Isabella marched straight up to her. Natalie lifted her chin, her posture practically screaming, *What are you going to do about it?*
"I didn't lift a finger, Isabella. It was your grandfather and his crew who trashed the place. I was just passing by and stepped in to watch the show."
As soon as the words left Natalie's mouth, a sharp sting flared across her cheek. Isabella had raised her hand and delivered a brutal slap.
If Isabella had struck her the second she walked in, Natalie could have dodged it or even fought back. But Isabella hadn't done that. She had simply stared at her, letting Natalie see her burning anger. Natalie had been basking in her own smugness, utterly convinced she had won by getting under Isabella's skin.
Because she never expected Isabella to strike so late, her guard had been completely down, and the slap landed flush against her skin.
Furious didn't even begin to describe it. Heaven knew how deeply Natalie despised Isabella.
She hated Isabella for stealing Ethan—the man who had once loved her unconditionally. She hated her even more for thriving after the divorce. But most of all, she loathed Isabella for handing those damning photos over to Jordan.
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