NovelEnglishChapter 1579
Matthew saw the worry in Isabella's eyes, but he did not try to explain himself either. Instead, he merely nodded
and smiled. "I understand." Isabella went on to tell him what to look out for while he was at the press
conference, then walked away to attend a pre-conference briefing.
Neverland Pharmaceuticals was a manufacturer and an organic business in Stonedale, which meant local
pharmacies had the privilege of being invited to events like these. If that were not the case, then Isabella and
her small-tbusiness would never be able to attend a large-scale and heavily publicized press conference
such as this one.
That said, the privilege to attend precluded the privilege to place huge orders. After all, there were plenty of
other pharmacies in Stonedale who would probably fight tooth and nail for Neverland Pharmaceuticals' products,
and Isabella was hopelessly invisible among them all.
Even so, she still offered Matthew sof her orders if she managed to get any. It was through this act of
generosity alone that Matthew was sure she was a kind person. With the Ten Great Families hot on his tail,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEdmund was essentially public enemy number one to the upper echelons of society. Anyone else would have cut
him off or turned against him, but for Isabella to go to such lengths to help him out was proof of her fortitude.
Presently, Matthew walked into the press conference hall, and upon seeing that it was practically devoid of
people, he decided to take a look around.
While this was happening, a few cars were speeding down one of the main roads leading to the heart of
Granville's metropolis. The car right in the middle of the fleet was an S-Class Mercedes Benz, which looked
understated on the outside, but opulent within. There was nothing about the interior of this vehicle that did not
evoke luxury and indulgence.
In fact, it looked like it had been specially modified to outshine the luxurious ambiance that a Rolls-Royce could
provide its passengers.
There was a couple in the backseat. On the left was a stunning woman with waist-length hair who was
meticulously painting her nails. Next to her was a young man dressed in a white suit.
The man had his hair combed back neatly, revealing his finely-chiseled features and his porcelain skin. He was
far prettier than any man had the right to be, like a walking piece of art.
If Matthew were there, he would recognize the man in the white suit as none other than the scion of the Cosby
Family, the very sone whom he had gotten into a dispute with previously.
The Cosbys were one of the Ten Greatest Families of Cathay, and they were one of the most influential forces in
the Six Southern States. Master Levi was the King of the South, but even he was on par with the Cosby Family,
which only went to show how powerful the latter was.
After she was done painting her nails, the girl with the waist-length hair stretched out her arm and spread her
fingers wide so that she could admire how the color of the varnish looked against her delicate hand Tristan, the
heir to the Cosby Family name, grimaced at the girl in disgust and snorted contemptuously.
The woman heard this, but instead of getting angry, she sputtered. She leaned back lazily against the seat and
nonchalantly crossed one leg over the other, not at all worried about how much skin she was showing as she
started painting her toenails red. Her leg dangled just ever so slightly and sensually.
However, Tristan only wanted to scoff at her, and the disgust he had for her intensified.
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"That's enough! You're a young lady of nobility too. You should at least try to keep up your appearance! You can't
seriously think you'd command respect by behaving this way!" Tristan snapped irritably. The girl smiled and
asked, "So what if I'm a young lady of nobility? Just because | am, it doesn't mean | have to blow hot-and-cold
like you do all the time. Should | perhaps glare at everybody like you do? Why don't you teachhow | can
becmore proper then, Young Master Tristan, seeing as you take appearances oh-so-seriously."
Tristan's blood was boiling with rage, but he could do nothing about her nonsensical comebacks and decidedly
turned to look out the window, ignoring the girl entirely.
Unfortunately, the girl thought this was too much fun to stop teasing him.
She kicked him gently in the calf, and he turned to snap at her angrily, "What the hell do you want?"
She flashed him a smile and asked,
"What do you think? I.just want to talk to you, that's all." "I have nothing to say to you."
She was still smiling as she drawled, "Really? Let's talk about the twhen Matthew roughed you up then, shall
we? |, for one, would love to dive into the juicy bit where someone held you down from behind and wouldn't let
you go no matter how hard you struggled.”
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