After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Isabella Weaver was in the dormitory looking for a part-time job on her laptop when a woman in a professional suit suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Molly Cox and the others were taken aback: "Who are you?"

Only Isabella looked surprised as she called out, "Secretary Wilson, why are you here?"

This beautiful, knowledgeable woman with a high degree was the spokesperson for their club’s boss. Everyone at the club knew her, including Isabella, though they had never spoken before—she was too low in rank, just a small part-time server, worlds apart from the boss’s close confidante.

The usually proud Secretary Wilson was now gentle and humble: "Miss Weaver, I’m here to take you back to the club. President Duff is right outside your dorm building. The dorm security is strict, so he couldn’t come in and had to send me."

Isabella blinked, thinking she heard wrong.

Did this Secretary Wilson really know what she was saying?

President Duff was waiting for her downstairs?

How could that be!

Secretary Wilson, being perceptive, found this situation surreal, just like a dream. She knew Isabella wouldn’t believe it and smiled, "Just take a look out the window and you’ll see."

Isabella, half doubting, walked to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, a white Lincoln was parked downstairs, and standing next to it was a chubby man—who else could it be but Jeremy Duff?!

But Isabella’s doubts not only persisted but intensified.

"Wasn’t I fired? You guys, in the middle of the night..."

Isabella wanted to ask if they’d gone crazy. A few hours ago, the boss had personally ordered her dismissal, and now they were here to pick her up. It didn’t make any sense!

Secretary Wilson maintained her smile, but internally she was anxious and frustrated. Why was Miss Weaver so different from others? If the boss himself came, wouldn’t people usually be surprised and happily follow?

Yet she appeared so calm and indifferent, without a trace of surprise or inclination to leave with her!

"It’s all a misunderstanding, Miss Weaver. You can return to work now. President Duff is ready to personally apologize to you. Let’s go!"

The boss of the Royalton Club personally coming to fetch her and apologize—it was so respectful and strange.

Even a fool would realize there was something wrong here.

Could it be that Christopher Weaver or Ella Weaver was up to something again?

"It’s too late, I’m not going. I won’t be working at Royalton anymore either. Thank you, you can leave!"

Secretary Wilson became anxious upon hearing this. How could this girl not follow the usual course at all?

She had to invoke Harry Hunter’s name: "Miss Weaver, please, you must come with me. Young Master Hunter was furious when he heard about your dismissal. If you don’t go, we’re all in big trouble!"

Harry Hunter?

Isabella sighed in relief. So it was him.

But wasn’t this a bit exaggerated?

"Alright, let’s go."

She slung her bag on her back and followed Secretary Wilson downstairs. Secretary Wilson sighed in relief, realizing she could have just mentioned Harry Hunter earlier instead of rambling so much.

Jeremy Duff hurriedly approached as they exited the apartment, immediately apologizing profusely.

Isabella responded politely, but her sense of oddity grew stronger.

Even if Harry Hunter interceded for her, would it really make the Royalton’s boss lower himself so much?

With a heavy heart, she got into the car with them and headed toward the club.

And as soon as she left, the dorm room erupted in chatter.

"Who was that? Coming so late at night just to pick up Isabella? That car must be expensive, right?"

"That was a Lincoln, over a million dollars! Must be someone rich!"

"I told you Isabella was being kept by someone, and she still refuses to admit it. Now we have solid proof. Did you record a video?"