Chapter 273

“Don’t you know that the party you attended was actually arranged by my father for the specific purpose of introducing Isaac and

me? But then he arrived with you hanging on his arm, and it screwed up our plans. If it weren’t for you, | might already be with

Isaac.”

Camila’s hands reflexively clenched into fists under the table.

It was true that Marlowe hailed from a powerful family.

What astounded her was the fact that the party had been organized as some one-sided blind date affair.

If Isaac hadn’t taken her there, who knew what else Leland had planned for Isaac and his daughter?

So, Marlowe hated her for ruining her chances with Isaac.

But Isaac had a foul temper and was terrible company. She couldn’t fathom what these women saw in him.

They just kept coming, one after another.

“I'm really curious how you fell in love with Isaac,” Camila asked.

“He’s very attractive,” Marlowe replied matter-of-factly.

“And he comes from a family that is of equal status as mine.”

Indeed, the most common reason would have to be because of the man’s good Looks.

And then there was his net worth.

Women were bound to flock to a handsome man who had both money and power.

“So, are you going to Leave Isaac or not?” Marlowe prodded.

“If he’s willing to leave me, then | will stay as far away as | can,” Camila said truthfully.

Marlowe blinked at her, dumbfounded.

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying that Isaac is the one latching on to you?”

But before Camila could even answer, she added with a sneer, “Do you think you are worthy of him?”

Camila paused. It was a long-established fact that she and Isaac were not a good match.

“| sincerely hope that you get the man you desire as soon as possible,” she said before getting to her feet.

“And let me give you some insight into Isaac’s special hobbies. He's a weirdo who likes beating up women, and he has a pretty

complicated love life. Not only that, but he also has a secret condition. Yes, I’m saying that he is impotent. He may look like the

ideal man on the surface, but he is not human at all.”

“Nonsense!” Marlowe burst out in disbelief. “Why have | never heard of these?”

“Because he has an image to maintain, of course. Why else? Do you think he would reveal his true nature to just anyone?”

Camila smirked. “Like | said, | wish you the best, and may you win his heart as soon as possible.”

With that, she glided out of the café.