Isabella’s Vengeful Game by Max Horace
Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Do You Know Alexander Very Well?

Isabella drove to HEALER’s headquarters and went straight to the perfume lab after getting out of her car.

HEALER was an international luxury brand. It sold jewelry, accessories, shoes, bags, clothing, etc., and in recent years, its perfume had become a dark horse in the industry, having a great reputation.

A week ago, Isabella was officially promoted to HEALER’s chief perfumer.

However, as soon as she entered the perfume lab, she heard several people who used to be her coworkers and were now her subordinates talking about her.

“She’s late today, isn’t she? Ever since she was promoted to chief perfumer, she doesn’t take the rules and regulations seriously.”

“She came to work at HEALER a year ago, but she’s been promoted to chief perfumer now. How is that possible? Zayn has been working here longer than her so he should be the one who has been promoted.”

Zayn Jackson pretended to stop Cheryl Cooper. “Don’t say that. Indeed, Isabella hasn’t worked here as long as me, she’s better than me in other aspects. Besides, she is so close to Mr. Myers…”

“Zayn, Cheryl, you guys are going too far.” The person who spoke was Isabella’s assistant, Doris. “Why are you rumoring about Ms. Fletcher for no reason?”

“How can you call it a rumor?” Cheryl was pissed. “HEALER indeed offered Isabella a high salary, but that watch on her wrist is worth over 1.6 million dollars. Do you think she can afford it with her salary?”

Isabella lowered her head and glanced at the lady’s watch on her wrist.

It was the one that Alexander had put on her wrist one day while making love to her after he came back from a business trip.

‘Is it worth over 1.6 million dollars?’ she thought.

Zayn played nice again. “You think too much, Cheryl. What if Isabella is Mr. Myers’ girlfriend? It’s hard for people like us who have no power or support to get promoted.”

“I won’t be surprised if you can’t get promoted for the rest of your life.” Isabella walked into the lab while wearing gloves carefully. The large room was instantly quiet and both Zayn and Cheryl felt awkward.

Isabella had a stern face and took a sharp glance at them. “Instead of spending all your time on gossip, why don’t you improve your work? Otherwise, the only thing you are better than me is your years of work, isn’t it?”

Zayn said with an unhappy face, “If it wasn’t for Mr. Myers, you wouldn’t have been able to become the chief perfumer.”

Isabella picked up the datasheet and glanced at it, looking up and saying indifferently, “I was promoted because I won the Art and Olfaction Award, and my work was also included in the P&L Perfume Museum.”

The Art and Olfaction Award was an award for perfumers and was quite authoritative in the world.

As for the P&L Perfume Museum, it was known as the most prestigious collection of perfumes and few ones got to be collected in it. Anyone whose work was included in it considered it his lifelong honor.

Zayn’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You must be lying.”

Doris couldn’t stand it anymore. She said, “It’s true. You can Google it yourself. Ms. Fletcher has always kept a low profile but that’s no reason for you to slander her!”

Both Zayn and Cheryl felt extremely embarrassed.

Isabella tapped on the desk with her fingers and glanced at them coldly. “I don’t want to hear you talk about this anymore. Now I need you to report the experimental data to me.”

Zayn and Cheryl both breathed a sigh of relief and shut up as Isabella said.

When it was time to get off work, Isabella took off her uniform and headed out, which surprised several assistants in the lab.

“Isn’t Ms. Fletcher working overtime today?”

“Is she going on a date?”

Soon, their suspicions were confirmed.

No sooner had they left the office than they saw Isabella get into an sport car that was worth 14 million dollars. Even those who knew nothing about cars could tell it was worth a lot from its sharp spoiler and cool look.

Zayn let out a low curse, “Can she afford this car with her salary? I don’t think she…”

Before he could finish his words, he saw Doris standing quietly behind him, smiling.

Zayn shut his mouth and left moodily.

Isabella didn’t know what had happened. She was brought to a private racing club by Alexander.

This club was also members-only, and it was an entertainment venue frequented by rich boys and girls.

The area on the top floor was wide and bright with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on the side facing the race track, making it easy for everyone to see what was going on there.

Isabella was brought upstairs by Alexander, and most of the people inside were those she met before.

Among them, Eugene was the only one who was close to Alexander, so he joked, “I didn’t expect you to take your girl here. Haven’t you always hidden her like a treasure?”

A woman said in a soft voice, “Is she Mr. Knight’s new lover? Finally.”

Isabella looked sideways and was a little stunned by the woman.

“Do you know her?” Eugene introduced them to each other. “She’s Jane Nelson. You must see her very often on TV.”

Alexander raised one of his legs and tried to kick Eugene. “Shut up. Don’t be nosy.”

He put his arms around Isabella’s waist and took her to the main seat.

Jane was recognized as the most popular actress who had both excellent acting skills and a pretty face. It was said that she had an extremely wealthy family and now it seemed to be true.

Because anyone who hung with Alexander must be either rich or powerful.

She often played innocent women in TV series and movies, but now she held a cigarette for women between her fingers, having a young boy serve her.

Alexander pinched Isabella’s chin with his calloused hands and forced her to look at him. “Are you a big fan? I can ask her to sign a hundred photos for you.”

Isabella shook her head and said, “I’m not anyb*dy’s fan.”

Alexander didn’t say anything. Instead, he pointed to the cars lined up downstairs at the starting point and said, “Pick one.”

Isabella glanced at the cars and pointed to a random car. “The red one.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows and stroked her cheek as if he was petting his pet. “Good choice. That’s my car.”

Alexander took off his watch and put it in her hand, saying arrogantly, “Take a good look at how I win.”

Alexander went downstairs, went to the race track, and got into his red car.

As soon as the race started, the cars flew out like arrows, with Alexander’s eye-catching car leading the pack.

Eugene gasped and asked Isabella, “Don’t you worry about Alexander? He’s driving a modified Devel Sixteen and it went from 0 to 100kph in only 1.8 seconds. He has gone crazy.”

Isabella narrowed her eyes and said, “No, I don’t.”

Seeing her beautiful and cold face, Eugene wondered, ‘Does she not worry about Alexander because she trusts him too much or because she doesn’t care about him at all?’

Jane chuckled and said, “Ms. Fletcher is right. Mr. Knight loved racing since he was a child and he won countless awards.”

Isabella raised her head and asked, “It seems that you know him very well, huh?”