Gossip Girl Reborn

Chapter 63 Men Like Him Should Be Buried

Isabella, by her nature, was not inclined to rashly leap into situations where she might end up playing the role of a hero, especially if it could lead to her own humiliation. Wouldn’t that turn into a rather ironic situation?

Before she decided to take any action, Isabella turned to Alexander in a subdued voice and queried, “Are you the boss of this entire mall?”

Alexander, visibly caught off guard by the question, responded with a hesitant, “Yes.”

Isabella pressed on, “So, does that mean I have free reign here?”

Alexander gave a vague affirmation. “More or less.”

Her next question was bold. “Should I go ahead and take that dress?”

It seemed Alexander had an inkling about what Isabella was contemplating. Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and swiftly sent a message to his assistant.

In truth, Alexanders under the impression that if Isabella didn’t make her move quickly, the

couple lingering behind him might lose their patience. It was hard to fault them, as everyone in his family had a notoriously warm heart.

When Isabella suddenly burst out shouting, even Alexander could sense the palpable sigh of resignation from those behind him. The onlookers ahead, startled by her outburst, turned around, their faces marked with disbelief as if they hadn’t expected someone to emerge. unexpectedly and disrupt the situation.

Jessica, observing Isabella’s somewhat confused demeanor, couldn’t immediately grasp the reason behind it. Her realization dawned only when she saw Evian, the compassionate hospital director who had been a comforting presence during her solitary hospital stays, now smiling and waving in the distance. It occurred to Jessica that she had earlier crossed paths with them while dining out. 

Despite the slight embarrassment of being seen in such an unkempt state by people she knew, Jessica understood that they were present to lend their support.

Jennie, on the other hand, was perplexed as she observed Isabella, uncertain of her intentions. Does she know Jessica? Is she here to help her?

“Are they your friends, Jessica?” Jennie asked tentatively.

Jessica responded with a straightforward, “I don’t know them,” leaving Jennie momentarily speechless as she turned back to Isabella.

Upon closer inspection, Jennie was struck by a sudden recognition, although all online photos of Isabella were heavily styled professional model shots which made her look quite different in her natural, makeup–free state. Presently, she looked exceptionally vibrant and youthful, more akin to a lively university campus belle rather than the celebrities she resembled in her professional photographs.

Jennie was also surprised by the man accompanying Isabella. His striking appearance and composed demeanor, his eyes reflecting the deep, glossy sheen of black opal, conveyed a sense of aloofness and pride. It was a rarity for Jennie to encounter someone with such an amalgam of charisma and aesthetic appeal.

While it was not unusual for Jennie to see beautiful people, it was rare to encounter someone who combined exceptional charisma with stunning looks. Even William, a famous actor, would likely seem quite ordinary in comparison.

Jennie, ever attentive to detail, noted the sophisticated attire of the duo before her, which suggested their wealth or high status. Nevertheless, this did not justify Isabella’s attempt to claim the dress she had reserved.

“Miss. I’ve already reserved this dress,” Jennie declared.

Unfazed, Isabella countered with a confident smile, “No payment has been made; how can it be considered sold? I believe this dress suits me better.

Jennie’s face tightened, her unease growing as she found Isabella’s words eerily reminiscent of a previous conversation she had had with Jessica. “I’ve made my decision, and I can afford it. Miss, you’re a bit late.” Jennie retorted, not waiting for a response as she turned to address the saleswoman. “I’ll sign the bill, wrap it up

Before the saleswoman could react, a directive was transmitted through the earpieces of all the sales associates present. The saleswoman, about to finalize the transaction, suddenly altered her expression and returned the supplementary card to Jennie.

Jennie, visibly confused and upset, demanded, “What do you mean by this?”

The saleswoman, maintaining a professional demeanor, explained apologetically, “I’m sorry, but this dress is no longer for sale as per our store manager’s directive.” To make amends, she offered, “To apologize, we can offer you a ten percent discount on any other item.”

“Are you refusing to sell it to me? You prefer to sell it to her?” Jennie pointed at Isabella in disbelief.noveldrama

At that moment, Isabella stepped forward, presenting the exclusive membership card that Alexander had previously handed to her.

The saleswoman’s eyes widened upon seeing the card, a rare top–tier membership card. “Would you like this dress, Miss?” she asked Isabella. 

Isabella nodded affirmatively.

“No problem, would you like to try it on?” the saleswoman responded eagerly.

“Hey! Wait, what on earth is this-“Jennie exclaimed, completely taken aback.

The saleswoman clarified. “This is our store’s VVIP membership card, granting access to all items. not publicly available for sale. I’m sorry, Ms. Woods, but even Mr. Sawyer’s main card wouldn’t suffice, let alone the supplementary card which holds even less privilege.”

This revelation caused Jennie's

face to redden with embarrassment. Knowing that any further argument would be pointless, she felt utterly powerless and overwhelmed by the situation. In the end, all she could muster was a resentful glance at Isabella before departing, her dissatisfaction with Jessica still palpable. Ultimately, Jessica intended to express her gratitude to Evian, but as she looked around, Evian was nowhere to be seen. Left with no other option, she simply nodded toward the unfamiliar Isabella and Alexander, acknowledging their act of kindness with gratitude. After Jessica had departed, Isabella made plans to try on the clothes.

"Are you sure about this one? Do you like it?" Alexander inquired, seeking Isabella's confirmation. Alexander, suspecting that Isabella was merely attempting to provoke him, doubted that she genuinely liked the attire. With its numerous straps, he assumed it would be cumbersome for her to wear.

"I do like it," Isabella asserted, surprising Alexander by revealing a change in her preferences. Every time I think about the look on Jennie's face when she sees me in this dress during the variety show recording, I can't help but feel thrilled. Oh my!

Alexander, realizing her motive, mused to himself, So, this is the kind of affection you had in mind.

Meanwhile, Jessica exited the shop, her emotions in complete disarray. Almost immediately as she stepped into the glanced at the scree "Den air, the sharp ring of her phone sliced through her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her expression immediately freezing over as she answered the call.

From the other end, a frosty voice greeted her. "Did you hit Jennie?"

A scoff escaped her lips, tinged with sarcasm. "Heh... So she ratted me out already? William, if not for this incident, I doubt you would've bothered to call or make yourself reachable, right?"

On the other end, the voice maintained its cold tone. "Jessica, it appears you still haven't taken the time to reflect on your actions."

"Reflect on what, exactly? On deeds I never committed, or on why you all have chosen to tamish my reputation? Or should I ponder why my husband, swayed by another woman's biased narrative, chose to cut off my card? Perhaps it's time I considered finding a new husband, don't you think?"

"Jessica, you've changed so drastically, to the point where I hardly recognize you anymore. Don't you trust me at all? There's absolutely nothing inappropriate happening between her and me. We've already wronged her enough. I'm simply trying to make things right on your behalf. Could you please stop attacking her? If this continues, we really should discuss divorce-" The mere mention of "divorce" caused Jessica's body to seize up, freezing in place.

"Now, go and apologize to Jennie!" the man demanded.

Shock rooted Jessica to the spot, her face drained of color. It took her a moment to find her voice. "Aren't you even going to ask what happened?"

"I don't even recognize you anymore, William. Since you've brought it up, fine, let's get a divorce," Jessica's voice was soft, heavy with weariness.

There was a pause from William this time. "I'm serious, Jessica. I'm not joking."

"So was I," she replied firmly.

William's voice grew impatient, and he took a deep breath. "How long do you intend to keep this up, Jessica? You're exhausting all the love I have for you. But fine, it seems I'll have to clean up your messes. Take some time to yourself to cool off. Once I've sorted things out with Jennie, we can sit down and have a serious discussion."

Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but the line went dead before she could get a word out. He hadn't given her a chance to explain her side.

A sudden tightness gripped her chest, overwhelming, as if she was suffocating on her own emotions. Her vision blurred, and she felt herself swaying.

before she could hit the ground, two sets of arms caught hut to collapse backward. But

Turning her head, Jessica saw Evian offering a strained, awkward smile.

It turned out Evian and her mother, Selena, had been lingering just around the corner of the shop, debating whether to follow the two people they had been tracking or to simply mind their own affairs. Consequently, they stumbled upon Jessica as she was on the phone. The area was so quiet that the conversation was heard clearly by both, stirring a deep frustration within them. Seeing the pain etched across Jessica's face, Evian found herself at a loss for words. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital," Evian said, her voice gentle but firm.

As evening descended and it was time for them to head back, Isabella and Alexander had only managed to collect Selena and Callahan. They learned then that Evian had escorted Jessica to the hospital. Bursting with the need to share what she had heard, Selena relayed to Isabella the details. of the phone conversation they had overheard.

Isabella listened, her eyes widening in disbelief.

How he could so blatantly ignore the struggles his wife faced and even stand up for the mistress? He even dares to proclaim his love for his wife and his innocence. Men like him should be buried.