CHAPTER 17

Chapter 17

‘How dare you fool me, Isabellal You’ll pay for this!‘ Yvonne cursed Isabella in her heart.

Clayton stopped when he heard that speech.

Isabella sighed and wanted to roll her eyes. She reckoned that she must have a stupid teammate. ‘Yvonne’s such a dumbass. Who’d ever like to be traded like goods? Does she think Clayton will still want to be with her after she put it that way? It’ll only work if Clayton’s a moron, was

her thought.

“Is she telling the truth?” Clayton eyed Isabella deeply, showing no emotion.

Isabella had no idea how to react. She forced a grin, feeling that she must look dumb.

Yvonne was already coming over. “Mr. Murray, Isabella’s accepted the money. She’s not into you. She’s just using you. Don’t fall for it!”

Clayton peeked at Yvonne. “How much did she ask?”

“1.5 million dollars.” Yvonne answered truthfully.

Clayton nodded. “Have you paid her?”

“I’ve wired her 300 thousand dollars. She agreed to invite you here only after taking the money. She’s using you!” Looking at Clayton’s fiercel gaze on Isabella, Yvonne could not help but feel happy.

Clayton glanced at Nathan and Winona coldly. “Is this the bond you sisters share?”

Tuming back to Isabella, Clayton chuckled. “Not bad. But since you used me to make money, we should split the loot.”

Then, he wrapped one hand around Isabella’s waist and walked out while resisting Isabella’s struggle with the other hand.

Just like that, Isabella was stuffed into the car.

After closing the door, he said to Nathan, Winona, and Yvonne who followed him out, “Go home, guys, I’m gonna marry Isabella, so from now on, I’ll take care of her affairs. It’ll have nothing to do with you anymore. Bye.” After that, he slid into the car from the other side and sat next

to Isabella.

The driver floored the accelerator and drove away, leaving the trio exchanging gazes.

“To City Hall, Johnny,” Clayton ordered.

Isabella struggled to get up from the backseat, only to hear that. “C–City Hall?

Clayton pinched her chin again with one hand and stroked her messy hair with the other. “We’re supposed to get married, remember?”

Isabella gulped down her saliva. She did not forget, but she had already given him up to Yvonne. She stared at Clayton with wide eyes.

Clayton caressed her to

tender skin with his fingers, which felt good to him.

“Sold me for 1.5 million dollars, huh?” Clayton smiled.

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However, that smile elicited a foreboding within Isabella. Still, she nodded since Yvonne had ratted her out.

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“Great. No one bought me before. You can keep those 300 thousand dollars, and I’ll take the rest of the 1.2 million dollars. Your punishment can wait.” Clayton refused to get his hand off Isabella’s chin, indulging in the touch.

“1-1 only received 300 thousand dollars, and they haven’t given me the rest.” Isabella spoke the truth as she struggled to get rid of his hand.

“Wire me 300 thousand dollars first, then. You still owe me 900 thousand dollars,” uttered Clayton without hesitation.

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“Why should I? That’s my money!” Isabella exclaimed.

Smiling wickedly, Clayton reached for her bag and fished out her phone. Isabella tried to snatch it back, for her phone had been linked to her

bank account.

Clayton raised his hand to dodge Isabella’s grip and grabbed both of her hands with the other hand. Sidling up to her face, he voiced, “Be good and quit squirming!”

His face was very close to hers, and his lips almost touched the tip of her nose. Isabella unconsciously inched backward.

Clayton grinned as he pinned her down on the seat..

Clayton threw the phone at Johnny in the passenger seat. “Decode and transfer all the money she has to my account.”

“Hey! That’s my phone! Give it back!” Anxious, Isabella leaped up, going for her phone. With a thud, she hit her head on the roof of the car.

Clayton was startled and covered her head. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Hearing a buzz in her head, Isabella fumed, “Why don’t you try it?”

Clayton chuckled and rubbed her head. “Sit tight. Don’t be naughty.”

“Give me back my phone. Don’t touch my money!” Isabella dodged Clayton’s hand and shouted at Johnny.

Clayton wrapped his arms around her. Her hair was already somewhat disheveled, and after such a tussle, the loose braids had become

undone. Isabella scrunched up her face, all flushed with fury, Glaring daggers at the man with her sparkling eyes, she pursed her lip

tightly.

Feeling an urge, Clayton hung his head low and locked lips with Isabella.

Isabella froze at once. She widened her eyes at that guy’s thick eyebrows so close to her and his eyes that shone with elation.

Clayton smothered her lips with the tip of his tongue before letting her go.

“Your lips taste good like sugar.” Clayton tilted his head and reminisced about it.

Then came a slap from Isabella. “You perverted jerk!”

Clayton grabbed her hand. “Asking for another go, are we?”

Isabella was so frightened that she quickly shrank back, yet she was already in the corner of her seat with no escape.

“It’s done, Mr. Murray. Altogether 301.5 thousand dollars.” Johnny sounded indifferent. Even though he had an unfamiliar feeling toward the man who was making a pass at that girl, he tried his best to suppress the astonishment inside.

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“Luckily, I’m the one who’s with them instead of Kayson. Or that poor guy would’ve had his jaw dropped to the ground by now! he mused.

Clayton was quite surprised at that reported amount, to think that isabella’s entire fortune only amounted to 1,500 dollars.

Regardless, he was pretty satisfied with the result. Stretching out his arm, he put it over Isabella’s shoulders. “Now that we’ve got the money sorted out, it’s time I settle the score with you. The cheek of you to betray me. I’ll punish you. The reproach might come off vile, but Clayton’s tone was rather soft.

Isabella scuffled and bellowed, “Give me back my money, you!”

“Your money? Little girl, you got it all wrong. That was my money, and it’s still 900 thousand dollars short!” Clayton seemed collected and firm.

“I told you I only received 300 thousand dollars.” Isabella went off the roof, pondering what was wrong with that man.

“I don’t give a shit. They said you asked for 1.5 million dollars. I’ll be paying you 300 thousand dollars as your commission and settling for 1.2 million dollars. How about that? I’m so generous, am I not?”

“Generous, my ass!” Isabella roared.

Clayton was stunned. He touched his nose and smiled. “I could be generous with your ass, too, you know.”

Isabella stared straight at him. All she wished to