CHAPTER 501: CHAPTER 501: DON’T WANT A HUSBAND ANYMORE?

If Isabella Weaver continues to grow, within five years, Moonlight Jewelry will replace the Weaver Clan Group!

This time, Moonlight Jewelry not only launched jewelry but also ten watch models, priced lower than the Weaver Clan’s, with designs more innovative and quality better than the Weaver Clan’s!

Only a fool would buy the Weaver Clan’s watches!

This month’s sales volume for the Weaver Clan has dropped to the lowest in history!

This is simply a massacre targeting him!

Moonlight is determined to crush him even if it means not earning a penny!

Christopher Weaver doesn’t know if this is Isabella Weaver’s idea, or that resurrected Shiely Morrison’s idea.

No matter who’s trying to kill him, he can’t just sit and wait for death!

Neither of these women should be alive!

Christopher Weaver slammed down the monthly financial report and walked out of the office with a gloomy face.

Isabella Weaver looked at the photo of Christopher Weaver’s gloomy and angry face and felt very pleased.

The photo was sent by Zoe Lewis. This girl is amazing, on the path of paparazzi, she’s gone beyond return.

With a ding, Isabella received another photo.

This time it was from Cherry Lewis.

Cherry Lewis not only looked ugly but also smashed her phone.

"Well done! Cherry is fuming, and getting angry makes you age faster. Keep it up and try to make her turn into an old lady quickly!"

Isabella didn’t reply and deleted the message that might expose Zoe Lewis’s identity.

Zoe Lewis had already become her secret weapon. Now she provides Zoe with funds weekly to expand her team and get more information.

She even got hold of the Weaver Clan Watch’s confidential financial reports, allowing her to set the prices for Moonlight watches and win a successful price war!

Isabella stood in front of the office floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling traffic outside, and then at her own hands, a smile appeared on her lips.

She had found her strength!

After enduring for so many years, she finally qualified to challenge Christopher Weaver!

Knock knock knock!

Hearing the knocking, Isabella turned around to see Harry Hunter, in a suit, standing at the office door with a bouquet of roses.

"President Weaver, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me today?"

Isabella looked down at her watch — she had switched to a new model that Moonlight launched this month, and she even had Harry remove his originally million-dollar watch to wear a matching couple’s watch with her, which also contributed to the booming sales of Moonlight watches.

"It’s only five; I have a meeting later."

Harry walked up to her, shoved the roses into her hands, and complained with a frown, "You haven’t had dinner with me in days, no morning kisses, no goodnight kisses, you’re almost living in the office!"

Isabella quickly covered his mouth in fright.

He’s speaking more and more without reservations!

Harry removed her hand, glared at her, and said, "Kiss me."

Isabella had to tiptoe to kiss him.

"Don’t you love me anymore?"

"I love you."

"Now that you’re famous, making money, and your wings have hardened, you don’t want your husband anymore?"

"I want you."

The coldness on Harry’s face finally dissipated a bit, and he touched her waist with pity, saying, "You’ve lost weight; you’re working too hard."

"Where am I thinner? My appetite has been increasing these days."

Harry took her hand and started walking out, "Let’s go home, no overtime tonight."

As they walked hand in hand out of the elevator and through the Moonlight’s first-floor lobby, Harry was met with countless envious glances.

He held Isabella’s hand tightly, with a cold and proud expression.

That’s right, this is his wife!

A wife with both talent and stunning beauty!