Chapter 140
Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love
Isabella rushed all the way to the land bureau, causing a scene and frantically questioning why the new highâtech zone wasnât being built by the Leith River as she had anticipated.
The people at the bureau looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
âMiss Smith, the location of the highâtech zone is decided by the higherâups. Making a scene here wonât change anything,â one of them said diplomatically.
âI donât care! You sold me that land, you have to take responsibility,â Isabella argued stubbornly, adding, âAt the very least, you should refund me the ten million dollars. Canât I just return the land to you?â
The bureau officer glanced at her, âMiss Smith, you can sell the land to someone else. But selling it back to the government? Thatâs not an option.â
Isabellaâs face turned into a portrait of frustration.
These barren lands remained unsold, gathering dust in the governmentâs hands since no one wanted to undertake such a risky investment.
Isabella, however, wished someone would take this burden off her hands. But who would be foolish enough to purchase a wasteland requiring a hefty sum to develop?
In her past life, it was only the considerable influx of funds from the government and private investors that had brought this area to life.
âI donât care! I demand you to buy it back at the original price!â Isabella insisted vehemently, determined to cause a scene until she got her way.
At first, the officer engaged with her calmly, but Isabellaâs escalating aggressiveness was met with a brick wall of patience.
Finally, unable to tolerate her tantrum any longer, an officer dialed the police.
In no time, the police arrived.
On charges of picking quarrels and provoking troubles, they took Isabella away without any hesitation As the cell door closed behind her, she felt like her world was crumbling.
âIsnât it said that the squeaky wheel gets the grease? How did I end up behind bars?â she thought Isabella was slapped with a sevenâday detention sentence.
Despite feeling profoundly wronged, she didnât dare make another scene, fearing that her charges might escalate.
In the holding cell, surrounded by towering, sternâfaced women, a shiver raced through Isabella, her scalp tingling with fear.
She couldnât comprehend how she had ended up in such a dire situation.
âWhy did the government change their decision so suddenly? she wondered, her mind swirling with confusion.
Ben was still investing in the future highâtech park, just like he had in her previous life.
âWhy this change? Were my past experiences merely fragments of a dream, events that never truly existed? Or did my reincarnation flutter the wings of a butterfly, altering the course of many events?â
She thought.
If that was the case, what was the purpose of her being reborn?
Locked away, Isabella continued to grapple with her existential doubts.
Meanwhile, Mr. Lynn had been calling out for a while with no response, his face darkening to a stormy hue.
Upon pulling some strings to investigate the matter, Monicaâs father found that, to his disbelief, Isabella had indeed been incarcerated.
The rumor had it that after having buyerâs remorse over the wasteland purchase, she had caused a ruckus at the land bureau. This tumultuous behavior had swiftly earned her a charge of causing disturbances and she was put behind bars.
Mr. Lynn was confused.
Piecing together the bits of information from Isabellaâs outbursts, he managed to grasp the situation.
It seemed that Isabella had received some sort of tipâoff, convincing her that the barren land she purchased was slated for development.
But, in a cruel twist of fate, it was a different plot of land that was being developed.
Consequently, Isabella had landed herself with a white elephant that threatened to swallow a colossal amount of capital for development.
Even if she wanted to unload this burden, finding a willing buyer now seemed like a pipe.
dream.
What about his six million dollars?
Mr. Lynnâs face darkened in an instant.
But with Isabella now locked up, he was left with no options but to wait for her release, and then somehow find a way to recover his money.
Meanwhile in Anaville, the news of Isabellaâs detainment reached Ben, who couldnât help but chuckle.
âThis woman is even more foolish than I initially thought. She seems to have no redeeming qualities without her foreknowledge,â he thought amusingly.
Ben had figured it out by now.
In the past life, without Isabellaâs involvement, he would have invested in the land by the Leith River as planned.
Subsequently, after a public announcement by the government, he would have resold the land at a profit.
But that was just the tip of the iceberg.
In reality, it was all an orchestrated act between Ben and the local government.
The governmentâs vigorous promotion of Benâs ten million dollars investment turning into a whopping hundred million dollars profit was merely a ploy to allure other investors, convincing them of the lucrative potential of the land. This way, it would attract a flood of capital that would truly kickstart the development of the area.
In a nutshell, Benâs soâcalled business miracle of earning a hundred million was nothing more than a clever tactic to draw in investments.
Ironically, Isabella had rushed onto the stage with only half the script, leading to a catastrophic downfall.
With the Isabella issue sorted, Ben seemed to be in high spirits.
11% 09:53 On their way home, even Susan couldnât resist asking, seeing his gleeful demeanor, âWhy are you so happy all of a sudden?â
Ben couldnât hold back his laughter as he recounted Isabellaâs selfâsabotaging antics that led her straight into jail to Susan.
Susan was at a loss for words.
She found it hard to articulate her thoughts on Isabellaâs recent maneuver.
âThanks to her, I was able to poach quite a few promising talents for my newly established Future Entertainment,â Ben said with a grin, seemingly unfazed by Isabellaâs downfall. âSeeing her in this miserable state, I feel slightly guilty.â
Susan gave him a sidelong glance.
To her, Ben didnât seem remorseful in the slightest.
However, it was true that Isabella was indeed in a sorry state.
Her foresight ability was so wonderful.
Had she been up against anyone else, she would have probably triumphed spectacularly.
Unfortunately for her, she encountered Ben, a sly fox who not only utilized her abilities to his advantage but also managed to strip her of everything she had.
It was indeedâ¦
âDo you want to give me some praise?â Ben asked with a puppy dog look, begging for approval.
âWhy should I praise you?â Susan retorted, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of red. Ben immediately put on a pitiful expression. âAlright then, it was my duty after all,â he said, though his eyes radiated a sense of grievance which seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
Finding herself at a loss, Susan turned her head and quickly planted a light kiss on his cheek.
J MI ×× 5 Benâs eyes sparkled with delight, prompting him to ask, âCan I have another one?â
The driver was speechless.
11% 09:53 âWhy am I constantly subjected to this public display of affection?â he thought silently, feeling somewhat besieged by their loveyâdovey behavior.
âScram!â Susan snapped at Ben, her face a mask of embarrassed rage. âDonât push your luck! First Monica, now Isabella, and here you are, getting all cocky! I havenât even started on your penchant for attracting women yet!â
Ben feigned innocence with a shrug, âIâm blameless here. I didnât wish for this either.â
Seething, Susan retorted venomously, âThatâs the sole reason youâre still breathing.â
The driver couldnât help but feel a tad anxious, overhearing the fiery exchange from the backseat.
âWould Mr. Landor get angry with Mrs. Landorâs harsh words?â he wondered nervously.
âWhat should I do if their argument escalates? Perhaps I should pull overâ¦â
Caught up in his whirlpool of thoughts, the driver was jolted back to reality when Ben suddenly turned his head and planted a kiss on Susan.
Heaven knows how much he adored this fiercely candid side of her.
Susan shot him a glare but then naturally leaned into his embrace.
The driver was at a loss, his mind echoing with a singular thought, âAny argument that doesnât end with talks of divorce is just a blatant display of affection.â