Chapter 280

Rosalind rose to her feet, completely unbothered. "Isabella, let me make this clear: this is my domain, not the Falcon family's. Someone remove them immediately!"

"Right away!"

Before Isabella and Arabella could even react, there was a loud thud as they were unceremoniously tossed out. They landed in an undignified heap on the pavement outside, their humiliation complete.

Beatrice cackled with cruel amusement while Rosalind smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She had promised to give them an unforgettable experience.

How dare they target Harrison, her closest friend? Did they really think no one would stand up for her?

After Harrison's recent illness, Rosalind had been waiting for the perfect moment to retaliate. And now, she had delivered the most satisfying revenge possible.

Outside, Isabella and Arabella scrambled to their feet, stunned by how quickly their situation had deteriorated. They never expected to be thrown out of the Whitmore estate.

Rosalind was infuriating! Anyone associated with Harrison was clearly trouble.

"Isabella, Rosalind is completely on Harrison's side. What do we do now?" Arabella asked, frustration lacing her voice.

Isabella's expression darkened with vengeance. She wasn't about to let this go. "We retreat for now," she muttered, her anger simmering.

As they turned to leave, the sky suddenly opened up, drenching them in cold rain.

Isabella felt like the universe was mocking her. First, she'd been humiliated, and now she was getting soaked.

Just then, a sleek black car pulled up beside them. The window rolled down, and the driver called out, "Ms. Arabella? My employer would like to offer you a ride."

His employer? Who could that be?

Arabella opened the door and climbed in, pulling Isabella with her. As they settled into the plush seats, they found themselves face-to-face with Julian Blackwood.

Julian was the heir of the Blackwood family, the most sought-after bachelor at Willowridge University. Not only was he the star of the basketball team, but he was also the object of countless admirers' affections.

Arabella hadn't expected to see Julian. She barely knew him, having always been focused on Alexander. Still, they were both campus royalty—him the heartthrob, her the reigning beauty.

Arabella was always careful about her image around men. With her delicate features and striking figure, she was every man's fantasy. She flashed Julian a sweet smile. "Thank you, Julian."

Julian returned her smile effortlessly, his charm undeniable. "No trouble at all, Arabella."

He handed her a towel. "You're drenched. Here, dry yourself off."

"Appreciate it."

Isabella studied Julian closely, her eyes gleaming with realization. If she remembered correctly, Julian was engaged to Rosalind.

The Whitmore and Blackwood families had a long-standing marriage agreement. Rosalind, the Whitmore heiress, was promised to Julian, the Blackwood heir.

Yet Julian's attention was entirely fixed on Arabella, his gaze warm and unmistakably interested. Isabella smirked to herself.

Just then, Julian's phone rang with a melodic chime. He answered, and Rosalind's excited voice immediately filled the car. "Julian, don't forget our movie tonight at seven!"

Julian pressed his lips together, replying calmly, "Got it," before ending the call.

Isabella noted everything. A plan was already forming in her mind.

Soon, the car arrived at Willowridge University. Isabella and Arabella stepped out.

"Thanks again, Julian," Arabella said sweetly.

Julian smiled. "Anytime."

As the car drove off, Isabella grabbed Arabella's arm.

"Arabella, didn't you notice? Julian is clearly into you!"

Arabella frowned. "But he's engaged to Rosalind."

"Rosalind looks down on you, doesn't she? Why not steal her fiancé? Wouldn't that be the ultimate revenge?" Isabella suggested, her voice dripping with malice.