Bringing the Nation's Husband Home III

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Alexander must have called the property management to take action. After an hour, the reporters outside the courtyard were all ushered away by the security.

The whole world fell silent.

Isabelle let out a sigh of relief, stood up, and then walked over to the window. She saw that it was completely empty outside the gates. All that was left were some leftover rubbish on the ground.

Alexander was rushing home from the golf course in the western suburbs, so he wasn't going to be home for over half an hour.

Now that the scandal had become so big, it wouldn't be easy to go out at night anymore. To stop herself from thinking about the things online, Isabelle went downstairs to cook dinner.

Just as Isabelle walked into the dining room, before she could open the fridge, she heard the doorbell ring.

She got so used to ignoring the incessant ringing just now, that only after a while did she remember that the reporters had been ushered away by the property management. After shutting the fridge door, she walked over to the entrance and glanced over at the security monitor. There, she saw someone dressed in a delivery person's uniform, wearing a baseball cap, so Isabelle pressed the speak button. A voice came from the monitor, "Delivery."

Isabelle had actually bought some things online a few days ago, and the delivery person was all on their own, so she opened the door and stepped out.

She walked along the long courtyard of pebbles, pulled the door gate open, and casually reached her arm out to take her package. Suddenly, a surge of several people came from behind the wall beside her. Microphones were shoved in front of her face and lights flashed endlessly in front of her face. The reporters also questioned her without stop.

"Miss Isabelle, are the photos online real?"

"Miss Isabelle, did Mr. Williams divorce you because you and Mr. Alexander betrayed him?"

Isabelle was about to take two steps back and reach her arm out to shut the door when those reporters rushed past the iron gates, one step ahead of her. She was surrounded, with microphones practically stuck to her face.

"Miss Isabelle, we all know that Mr. Alexander and Mr. Williams are stepbrothers on their father's side. I want to ask you, out of the two of them, who do you love most?"

Isabelle was so suffocated by the crowd of reporters, she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. With all her strength, she tried to break free from the mass of reporters, but because it was so chaotic, someone ended up tripping her over. Without any warning at all, she stumbled to the ground.

Not one of the reporters went over to help her up. Instead, they frantically took photos of her embarrassing position on the floor.

Isabelle instinctively raised her arm to cover her face while hearing ceaseless questions being asked by the reporters.

"Miss Isabelle, did Mr. Alexander and Mr. Williams' relationship break down because of you?"

"Miss Isabelle..."

Just as the scene reached its most uncontrollable point, a reporter suddenly shrieked. "Who dragged me so hard?"

Closely following this, someone crouched down at Isabelle's side and reached their arm out to pull her up from the ground. They hugged her shoulders and asked, "Izzy, are you alright?"

Isabelle shook her head, still in a state of shock. She turned her head to find James's furious face.

"Ah, isn't this the CEO of Williams Enterprise, Mr. Williams James?"