Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

By the time Isabella came out of the lounge, fully dressed, Maxwell was no longer in the office.The spacious room was now abnormally quiet.

Without Maxwell's instructions, Isabella didn't dare to walk around.

When it was almost noon, the door of the office was pushed open.

Isabella thought Maxwell had returned, but instead, it was the man in glasses who had given Isabella the contract previously.

He glanced at Isabella and nodded at her, then he took some documents and left.

Isabella didn't expect that she had to wait until late afternoon.

It was almost time to get off work when the secretary came in and informed Isabella Maxwell wouldn't return as he had gone for a dinner party, and she could go home first.

The door closed again, and that left Isabella stunned.

Had she been waiting for nothing all this while? Was this the punishment he gave her? Thinking about it, Isabella felt ridiculous.

After leaving the office, Isabella entered the elevator and left the building under a few pairs of curious eyes.

After hailing a taxi and returning to Sharp Mansion, she had to ask the maid Kyra to pay for her taxi fees.

Isabella felt she had never been so humiliated in her whole life.

"Madam, Mr.Sharp has returned."

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does not go to parties whenever Madam Sharp is at

her fists clenched tightly, Isabella finally realized Maxwell had

making a fool out of her

entered the

the old lady happily

noticed it was more crowded in the family

marriage.’ Noticing how close Madam Sharp was with Isabella, the

front of her who were nobly dressed, Isabella smiled shyly and greeted,

looked at Isabella, they returned a smile politely in

that the rich would put on whenever they met new people, but it

Sharp took rounds talking with different people then went to answer a call, leaving Isabella and the mother-daughter

she wasn't very good at initiating conversations, Isabella fell silent

you.You look like a plain Jane and have a smell of poverty.Such an embarrassment

older woman looked at

and replied softly, "Don't worry,

of Mr.Sharp.’ "Hmph! Good that