The CEO Gets What He Wants

After successfully cashing the check, Isabella felt as if she was on cloud nine, for she had assumed that the check her daughter had given her was a fake.

Little did she expect the bank staff to complete all the paperwork courteously when she brought it to them.

Thereafter, Isabella took out a hundred thousand in cash while leaving the balance on her bank card.

On the way home, the usually stingy Isabella was willing to splurge on a taxi ride for the very first time.

Even after she got in the car, she still felt as if she was still dreaming. It wasn't until she felt the pain from pinching herself that she realized everything was real.

Noticing his passenger pinching herself repeatedly and hugging a bulging black leather bag, the driver couldn't help but take a greater interest in the paranoid-looking Isabella.

Consequently, the latter tightened her grip on the snake-skin bag. The moment she spoke, the small-town feistiness in her was on full display. “What are you looking at? Keep your eyes on the road!”

She was fearful that the driver would snatch her bag from her.

Even though Isabella had no idea where Nina got the money from, she didn't care. In fact, even if Nina was involved in prostitution, she wouldn’t mind it as long as her daughter brought home the bacon.

As a result, Isabella planned to cook up a feast to please her daughter. It was to ensure the latter continue bringing home more money which she could then use to pull strings on her son's account.

Fortunately, the taxi driver was a good-natured man who simply shook his head and decided not to argue with his crass passenger.

Nonetheless, due to the ongoing roadworks, the journey home was a bumpy one.

Even after Isabella alighted from the car upon arriving in her residential area, she didn't stop cursing the driver for his terrible driving.

Given that Isabella was a shrew, she could disparage someone the entire day without having to use the same vocabulary twice. As human traffic was naturally heavy at the entrance of the residential area, many of the passersby stared at her as if she was a monster. Faced with such an uncultured middle-aged lady, everyone avoided her as best as they could.

Meanwhile, Avery, who had just arrived, heard Isabella ranting away.

Not expecting to run into Isabella at the main entrance, Avery was thrown into a dilemma by the coincidence.

If it wasn't for Nina's sake, she couldn't be bothered with someone like Isabella. However, on the account the latter was Nina's mother, Avery had no choice but to approach her. “Is Nina home, Mrs. Richter?”

As she was already annoyed at being interrupted, Isabella was further enraged when she looked up to be greeted by the sight of Avery.

“What are you doing here? Have you not done enough harm to my son? Are you planning to hurt my daughter too?” Isabella spoke with a piercing voice, for she was filled with the urge to plunge a knife into Avery's heart.

If it wasn't for her, my son wouldn't be in prison.

“Mrs. Richter, Zayne is reaping what he sowed. If he had no intention of hurting anyone, there's no way he would be arrested. Anyway, I'm here to see Nina and not argue with you.” The moment she finished, Avery turned around and walked into the residential area.

Before Avery broke up with Zayne, Isabella believed the words of the neighborhood gossipmonger, Deborah, and thought that the former was someone's sugar baby. Not only did Isabella hit Avery before, but she also covered for Zayne when he cheated on the former with Milana. Therefore, Avery had no respect for Isabella at all.

Nevertheless, she still kept her attitude toward the latter in check on Nina's account.

Despite the restraint shown by Avery, Isabella refused to let the matter go.

Instead, she blocked Avery's way and—forgetting that the snake-skin bag was filled with cash—swung it at the latter. “Get lost, you despicable woman. You're not welcome here! Even though Zayne treated you very well, you repaid his kindness by collaborating with another man to get him arrested. Have you forgotten who it was that stayed by your side when you were overseas all those years? Instead of being grateful to my son, you kicked him when he was down. How can someone as cruel as you still be around? As for the foolish Nina, she, too, is being manipulated by you. I don't want you to harm my family any further, so get lost!”

Just like a raving mad shrew, Isabella railed at Avery before hitting her relentlessly.

Although Avery desperately tried to avoid the attacks, her slender figure was no match for the strong Isabella, who wasn't a stranger to manual labor. Amidst the struggle, a few deep red scratch marks were left on Avery's fair and tender neck.

As for the crowd that had gathered, everyone watched on without any intention to help.

After all, Isabella was famous among the residents as a crass and feisty character. Whenever she lost her temper, no one could stand in her way, and neither did anyone dare to do so.

Looking on sympathetically, everyone wondered what the pretty Avery had done to infuriate the crazy woman.

Unable to tolerate it any further, Avery grabbed Isabella's hand and snarled, “Stop it or I'll make you regret it!”

When the sight of Avery's face reminded Isabella of how her son was suffering in prison, her rage burned with greater intensity.