Chapter 350

“Oh really?” Ronald Wright’s face had been deadpan, but hearing that last sentence, his eyes narrowed coldly as he sneered, “You? Seriously?” “If it weren’t for Isabella Carter, you wouldn’t even be worth my time. If she hadn’t stepped in for you, you wouldn’t have even had the chance to bark in front of me.” “Jordan Bryant, I only pulled you out of trouble because she asked. Not only are you ungrateful, but you actually dare try to steal her from me?” He stared at Jordan’s annoyingly perfect face and said with disdain, “Look, I don’t care about who’s ‘meant to be.’ I want Isabella. I don’t care who she has feelings for—she’ll be mine, no matter what.” ... I held Paul Allen’s phone, digging through articles for a long time. He tried to take the phone back a few times to help, but I avoided him every single time. The news was a whole mess—some of it probably fake, some of it maybe not. But all the stuff about me and Jordan Bryant? Everywhere. Even the video of me confessing to him durin