After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 28: Father, Christopher Weaver

Isabella Weaver’s face instantly turned ugly: "Stop beating around the bush, what’s the deal with his job?"

"I know nothing at all, it was just last time when I was with him in this car... while being intimate, he casually mentioned that the Weaver Family had good resources." Gilly Scott wiped away her tears, her expression becoming shy and sweet: "You don’t know, when he gets carried away being with me, he easily shares what’s on his mind."

Isabella felt a bit dizzy, she struggled to turn her head to glance at the peeling Nissan car she had once sat in, and suddenly retched.

It turned out that car had long become their love nest!

Seeing Isabella’s painful retching, Gilly’s eyes sparkled with delight, yet she pretended to pat Isabella’s back: "Isabella, what’s wrong with you? Feeling unwell?"

"Get lost!"

Isabella shoved her away forcefully, turned around, and went into the bathroom, then vomited hard in the restroom.

After a long while, the nausea lingered, yet there was nothing left to vomit.

Just then, her phone rang, Isabella glanced at it, and after a moment, picked up with a pale face.

"Isabella, Dad wants you to come back once."

"What’s the matter?"

"I don’t know, anyway, Dad is very angry, reflect on what you’ve done! Even in college, you manage to cause trouble, guess your genes aren’t that great!"

Isabella was already used to being put down like this, she wasn’t angered, and spoke calmly: "Does Christopher know you always criticize his genes? He has bad genes and you have good ones? Ella Weaver, that can only mean you’re not his own."

After she finished speaking, without giving the other side a chance to retort, she hung up the phone.

Even though she didn’t want to go back, since Christopher spoke, she had to, otherwise a cruel punishment awaited.

After showering and drying her hair, Isabella drove towards the most luxurious villa district in A City.

The domestic renowned Watch King Christopher Weaver was her father, but that luxurious and comfortable villa had never been her home.

Isabella didn’t drive into the villa but stopped a street away, then carrying her half-new-half-old backpack, walked over step by step.

The villa’s gate used facial recognition; even drivers and servants of the Weaver Family could be recognized and enter freely.

But as his daughter, she couldn’t.

She pressed the doorbell, waited outside for a long time, and only then did the gate slowly open.

She bypassed the fountain, the garden, and into the magnificent living room, before Isabella could speak, she was met with a resounding slap.

Her head was knocked aside, her cheek instantly swollen, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, yet she didn’t utter a sound.

She slowly turned her face back, looking up indifferently at her violent father Christopher Weaver. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Did I send you to college to embarrass me?!"

Christopher Weaver’s voice resonated so much that the tall glasses in the living room buzzed, "Didn’t I say you’re not allowed to date? Didn’t I say you’re not allowed to work any job? Do you take my words in one ear and out the other?"

"It’s one thing to ruin your own reputation, but you want to drag me down too? I’m hearing rumors at the company about you being kept!"

"My daughter being kept? That’s a huge joke! Are you deliberately trying to make me unable to hold my head high in front of everyone?"

Isabella gritted her teeth, stood there straight, and took the furious scolding from Christopher Weaver without a trace of expression on her face.