Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 407 - 422: You’re Investigating Me? (4)

Chapter 407: Chapter 422: You’re Investigating Me? (4)

Isabel Smith lowered her gaze, looking blankly to the side as she awaited the arrival of her invited guests.

Indeed, she awaited the arrival of a guest, but it also led to trouble.

The one causing trouble for her was a woman in her early thirties, her fair skin laden with heavy makeup. She wore a red mink coat, black sunglasses, and moved with an air of a noble family’s Madame, striding straight towards the venue.

The security guard in charge of checking invitations timely blocked the arrival of the fiery woman politely asking, "Miss, may I see your invitation?"

Without uttering a word, the woman turned her gaze to Isabel Smith and stormed towards her in a somewhat aggressive manner.

Isabel Smith did not recognize this woman, and without a clue, she assumed her to be a guest invited by the Smith Corporation. She gave a friendly smile to this approaching lady with a soft, warm voice, "Hello."

The woman did not respond, instead, she raised her hand and without any mercy, landed a slap on Isabel’s face.

She acted unexpectedly and swiftly. Isabel had no guard up and then heard a crisp "Slap". Following that, Isabel felt a burning pain on the right side of her face.

The sudden slap stunned everyone at the entrance. Carla Osborn was the first to react. She pointed at the bodyguards standing by and commanded with annoyance, "What on earth is happening? How could someone randomly hit others? Why haven’t you kicked her out yet?"

The woman who slapped Isabel did not show signs of fear. Instead, she pulled out several photos from her bag and flung them at Isabel’s face. She shouted in a somewhat shrill voice: "What’s wrong with hitting her?She knows perfectly well the disgraceful act she’s committed. Look at these photos, you’ll see. The young Miss of the Smith Clan, enticing a married woman’s husband! Joseph Wood is my husband, he even dropped her home, and left her house only the following day. What does this imply?"

The photos, scattered all over the floor. Two of them landed on Isabel’s arm. She picked them up for a look and anger made her body tremble uncontrollably.

One picture was from a heavy snow day when Joseph Wood had dropped her home, and the other was from a few days ago when she had seen him off from her apartment.

The woman, even though appeared graceful and elegant, demonstrated no etiquette when she spoke. She pointed a finger at Isabel, raving rants like a hysteric, "Such a vile woman, so young but so devoid of morality, destroying someone’s family, have you got no shame?!"

Isabel Smith had been unjustly disgraced twice in her life. The first time was when she woke up after a car accident to have found herself pregnant. The second time was now, when she barely knew Joseph Wood and was unjustifiably accused of being a mistress.

Isabel, shivering hard, looked at the woman continuously cursing her and quickly pulled out her mobile phone, addressing the woman," Mrs. Wood, nothing is going on between Mr Wood and me. Don’t believe me? I can call him right now."

"Nonsense, will you admit to such heinous sins? Shameless woman! I have clear pictures laid out here, you still have the audacity to deny it? Believe me, I will beat the hell out of you—" The woman, while saying this, again lifted her hand to hit Isabel Smith.

Isabel instinctively lifted her hand to block the incoming blow. But, someone was one step ahead and grabbed that woman’s wrist.

Isabel turned her head and saw that it was Edward Shaw, who had accepted the invitation to attend tonight’s annual meeting.

Just as Isabel was about to open her mouth to say thank you, her wrist was fiercely yanked by someone.