CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 219: DON’T TOUCH HER, YOU’RE NOT WORTHY!

"Miss Weaver is worried that last night’s situation might happen again?"

Before Isabella Weaver could speak, the person on the other end of the phone started coughing again.

She gently frowned. This president seemed to be very, very ill. Since he was so sick, why did he insist on seeing her?

"Miss Weaver, rest assured, nothing like that will happen again. I just hope to meet you. Even if you don’t want to work at Moonlight, that’s okay."

The president’s tone was extremely sincere, and Isabella Weaver even felt he was pleading.

For some reason, her heart ached for a moment.

"Alright, I’ll meet you then. Please... please take care of your health."

"Great! How about meeting at the Royalton Club at six tonight? Is that convenient for Miss Weaver?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then let’s settle it. Miss Weaver, you must come!"

"Yes, don’t worry, I’ll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, Isabella Weaver couldn’t return to her senses for a long time. This president was truly strange!

She was the president of a jewelry company, even if she was eager for talent, it shouldn’t be to the extent of pleading to meet her. Hearing her agree to meet, the other party seemed very happy, and even coughed less.

It took her a long time before she left the campus, standing by the roadside to hail a cab.

A brand-new black Buick stopped by her side, and Milo Field got out of the car, his expression indescribably complex.

He looked at Isabella Weaver’s right hand wrapped in gauze and said softly, "Get in the car, I’ll give you a lift. It’s hard to get a cab at this time."

"No need."

Isabella Weaver flatly refused.

Now he wasn’t afraid of people misunderstanding their relationship? Inviting her into the car in front of so many waiting students.

Before, he would even keep a distance in conversation, afraid others might find out she was his girlfriend.

"Isabella, aren’t we friends anymore?"

Isabella Weaver sneered, "When were we ever friends?"

"Why do you always keep people at a distance? With this personality, you won’t survive in society once you enter it. More friends mean more paths; we don’t have any deep-seated hatred, can’t we be friends in the future?"

"Having friends like you and Gilly Scott just means two more dead ends for me!"

After speaking, Isabella Weaver wanted to leave. Milo Field stepped forward to block her, reaching out to grab her arm.

However, before his hand could touch Isabella Weaver’s clothes, someone grabbed his arm.

"Stay away from my wife, don’t touch her, you’re not worthy!"

Isabella Weaver, both surprised and delighted, blurted out, "Husband!"

"Hmm, I was just a few minutes late, and you’re already being troubled. You’ll need a bodyguard in the future."

Harry Hunter naturally took Isabella Weaver’s backpack, shielded her head, and sent her into the car, driving away.

Milo Field watched them leave, his heart full of bitterness.

Isabella Weaver should have been his!

He didn’t even know Isabella Weaver harbored such a massive talent. Now, Isabella Weaver had replaced him, becoming the brightest and most outstanding graduate at Wayne University this year.

He regretted it to death. Had he known this, he would never have messed around with Gilly Scott!

Sadly, it was all too late.

Inside the Maybach sports car, Harry Hunter took out a box and handed it to Isabella Weaver, "I just got this back from Christopher Weaver; he said it was left to you by your mother."

Isabella Weaver instantly forgot Milo Field’s entanglement. She took the box, her fingers trembling, "Something my mom left for me? She really left something for me!"