After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 126: Mother’s Death

Cherry Lewis heard her ask this and showed a trace of pride on her graceful and delicate face: "It’s not ours; it’s mine personally. I studied design, and many of the jewelry styles here are my designs!"

Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but frown. She really didn’t know who owned Moonlight Jewelry, but she vaguely remembered the jewelry competition’s introduction mentioned that the owners were a foreign couple?

Isabella Weaver wasn’t in the mood to look at jewelry anymore. If Moonlight Jewelry truly belonged to Cherry Lewis, then her plans to participate in the competition might be doomed.

Her expression returned to its usual coldness, and she calmly said, "You don’t need to mention leaving Harry Hunter anymore. Next time you have such thoughts, go directly to him instead of coming to me."

With those words, she gracefully walked out of the jewelry store.

Cherry Lewis also followed her out and saw Isabella Weaver get into a brand new, bright red Land Rover, and her face suddenly turned very ugly.

Harry Hunter gave his car to this penniless waitress? fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Except for Connor as a special case, wasn’t he so obsessive about cleanliness that he refused to let anyone else touch his car?

Isabella Weaver returned to the homestay, opened her computer, and began searching for information about Moonlight Jewelry.

The encyclopedia clearly stated that the president was a middle-aged woman named Caroline, and it even included her photo. Despite having an Asian face, she looked ordinary and bore no resemblance to Cherry Lewis.

This female president’s husband had a European face, looked handsome, and the encyclopedia noted him as the vice president.

Isabella Weaver looked through all the materials but didn’t see Cherry Lewis’s name. Even among the few outstanding designers introduced on the Moonlight Jewelry website, she was not listed.

Isabella Weaver felt a bit confused. Could Cherry Lewis be lying to her?

But looking at her proud demeanor, she didn’t seem like she was lying, and furthermore, those saleswomen seemed to recognize her and did not refute her words.

Isabella Weaver hesitated for a long time, holding her design drafts that she stayed up late to sketch, and eventually submitted them.

She decided to give it a try after all; it was too wasteful to discard them when she had already completed them.

In the evening, Isabella Weaver received a call from Christopher Weaver.

Looking at the caller ID, it was the first time Isabella Weaver had felt eager to see this number.

Christopher Weaver’s disappearance had already attracted a lot of attention, and Isabella Weaver was very worried that Harry Hunter might be investigated. It seems her advice had gotten through to him; after all, he had released the person.

She answered the call, and Christopher Weaver’s weary yet angry voice came through: "You got married? Who told you to get married? Who did you marry? Are you trying to turn everything upside down? Get back here immediately!"

Isabella Weaver’s tone was neither cold nor warm: "Your meaning is, I should just submit to fate, marry a crazy psychopath, and wait to be consumed completely?"

Christopher Weaver roared over the phone: "What do you mean by submit to fate? A child’s marriage is supposed to be decided by their parents! I tell you to marry who, and you marry who. I make the decisions in the Weaver Family!"

"You think I’m my mom? Unconditionally obeying you, allowing you to exploit all my value, then die leaving no trace behind?"

"You... what are you saying?!" Christopher Weaver’s voice carried a tremor; it’s unclear whether he was angry or shocked.

"I said, you used my mom’s love for you, made her design dozens of classic watches, then killed that chief designer, claimed her design achievements as your own. Now, you’re afraid my talent will surpass you, so you desperately try to control me, isn’t that right, Christopher Weaver!"

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