Chapter 795Chapter 794
Emma sent a lot of insider information about Noah to Oscar. These were sufficient to give Noah a
sentence if handed to the police, but they were not enough for a life sentence.
After receiving the information, Oscar looked at Emma. “So, how much do you want?”
“Five million. Also, please help me create a new identity. I want to start anew in another country and
never return here,” Emma answered.
“All right,” Oscar agreed in a heartbeat. Noticing her miserable state, he questioned, “Are all your
injuries caused by Noah?”
“No. They're from him and your sister.” Emma smiled tauntingly and continued, “Mr. Clinton, she's more
vicious than you in comparison.” Although Stephanie doesn't seem to be that smart.
Oscar nodded in agreement.
If Stephanie was not vicious, she would not have hired someone to run over the then-pregnant Amelia,
which almost got them killed that year. For that reason alone, Oscar would not acknowledge Stephanie
as his sister ever again.
He would not spare anyone who wanted the lives of his wife and son; he would take everything from
them and leave them with nothing.
It was easier to go from poor to rich than rich to poor. He wanted to see Stephanie left with nothingafter being abandoned by everyone else. That would be more satisfying than taking her life.
“Mr. Clinton, seeing as I didn't hide anything from you, I hope you can send the money and process the
new identity as soon as possible,” Emma uttered.
“You can leave first,” replied Oscar. “I will get someone to prepare the things you want, but don't you
want to see how Noah will end up?”
Smiling, she responded, “From the moment he broke my thumb, he and I have nothing to do with each
other. Compared to wasting my time watching karma catch up to him, I rather go overseas to lead the
life I want.”
“You're a smart woman,” he commented.
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Clinton.” With that, Emma wore her sunglasses and left the
company. Right after she got into her car, she saw Isabella and Stephanie coming from another
direction while chatting merrily.
Emma stared at the pregnant Stephanie resentfully. It was because of this woman that her hand was
crippled. The reason why Emma had not gone to the doctor was so she could feel the pain longer.
Once she grew stronger, she would return to the country and watch how Noah would fall rock bottom
from the top and become miserable with nothing left for him.
She could not wait for the day Noah would grovel at her feet and beg for forgiveness. He should not
have left her to marry an unruly and spoiled woman.
Noah, Stephanie, just you two wait. I will come back in another few years. Starting the engine, she drove away, going to the hospital to check up on her finger. The doctor told her
that her finger was completely crushed, and the possibility of recovery was nil, so they could only
replace it with a prosthetic finger.
She lay on the cold operating table alone, waiting for the doctor to replace her finger. Emma placed the
blame for this on Noah and Stephanie.
In the future, she would pay back all the humiliation and pain she felt today.
As for Stephanie, she did not know that she became Emma's target of resentment. While carrying bags
of food, she went upstairs with Isabella. Once they got out of the elevator, Linda stopped them.
Steeling herself, Linda uttered, “Ms. Stephanie and Ms. Walker, Mr. Clinton is working inside. You're not
allowed to enter.”
Stephanie lifted her eyebrows and swept a glance at Linda, then she scoffed, “I came to visit my
brother. Since when did a secretary like you have the right to tell me what to do?”
Linda felt her scalp turn numb. Stephanie was the Clinton family's young lady, thus more troublesome
to deal with than Isabella. More importantly, if she pissed Stephanie off, Linda would have to bid
farewell to her job.
“Ms. Stephanie, you know Mr. Clinton's temperament. You may enter if you'd like to, but I need to
inform him first,” Linda stated. Stephanie was about to throw a tantrum, but Isabella held her back, signaling her not to act rashly.
“You can go in and tell Oscar, Linda. We don't have anything to do, but we shouldn't disrupt his work,”
Isabella voiced out.
Linda nodded and entered the office.
It was unknown what she said inside the office. When she came out, she uttered respectfully, “Ms.
Stephanie and Ms. Walker, Mr. Clinton invited you to go in.”
Immediately, Stephanie entered the office pridefully. Once she saw Oscar, she could not help but
complain, “Oscar, your secretary is too arrogant. Why does she have to report it when I want to see
you? I suggest you dismiss her and hire someone more obedient.”
Ignoring Stephanie, Oscar continued to do his work.
“Oscar,” Stephanie called out in displeasure.
Putting his pen down, he lifted his head and asked, “What are you two doing here?”
Isabella answered, “Oscar, Steph said she hadn't cooked anything for you in a long time, so she invited
me to cook something for you together. We made these. Try them.”
“Leave it on the table,” he replied. “I'll eat once I finish my work.”
Stephanie took a small plate of desserts from the basket and approached him. “Oscar, eat a little. I
hardly cook anything. Since we fixed our relationship, don't shut me out anymore, please?” Taking a piece, Oscar tasted it and commented, “Not bad. Leave it on the table. You can leave now.”
Right then, Isabella moved forward and smiled. “Oscar, this is goodwill from Stephanie. Eat some
more, won't you?”
Thus, Oscar took another bite. When Isabella saw he finished it, excitement flashed across her eyes as
they lit up.
“You can leave now,” he said.
Stephanie wanted to stay there longer, but Isabella tugged on her. “We'll go now, then, Oscar. Work
hard.”
Oscar merely remained buried in his work and ignored Isabella.
Since she was in a good mood, Isabella did not mind the cold shoulder she received from Oscar.
After leaving Clinton Corporations, Stephanie shrugged away Isabella's hand and asked, “Isabella, I
thought you have feelings for Oscar? Why didn't you use this chance to interact with him more?”
Isabella smiled. “I'm taking it slow. Right now, Oscar wouldn't even look at me. If I keep appearing
before him, he'll dislike me more. However, I'm sure he'll fall for me very soon.”
Stephanie looked at her incredulously. “You've been chasing after Oscar for three years, and you say
he'll fall for you very soon? Are you dreaming?” The smile on Isabella's face turned more mysterious.
“I have a plan. In the past, I thought my good looks alone could get your brother's heart, but I now know
that's a hopeless dream. However, I have another strategy. As long as part of his attention is on me,
once I carry his children, he'll fall in love with me sooner or later.”
Stephanie still could not understand her.
Isabella did not expect Stephanie to understand her. She only needed Stephanie to become her pawn.
As long as Stephanie was here, she could make Oscar eat the desserts she made. Once Oscar
consumed enough of it, Isabella could perform hypnosis on him. Although the drugs she used could not
make Oscar fall head over heels for her, she only needed a few years to make Oscar love her
sincerely.
Unfortunately, Isabella overestimated her charisma and underestimated Oscar's feelings for Amelia.
Hence, she was sure to become the loser.
“I give up. Instead of listening to your mysterious crap, let's go shopping. It's been a while since I
bought a new bag. For the past few days, I've been arguing with Noah and didn't have the mood to
shop,” Stephanie uttered while waving her hand dismissively.
“Steph, I heard you went to cause trouble with Emma. How did it go? You didn't kill her, did you?”
Isabella asked.
“Are you that scared that she'll die because of me?” Stephanie responded.
“Of course. We're a family. I don't want you to get into unnecessary trouble with a lawsuit. She's a merecommoner without any backing. If you dislike her, just get someone to teach her a lesson. You didn't
have to take it into your own hands. What if the baby got hurt?”
“I only went to see if there's anything extraordinary about her that Noah kept her around for nearly a
decade. Noah has quite a big heart. On one hand, he expressed a deep love for me. On the other
hand, he gave her vows and promises. He wanted to have both of us. I simply gave him the choice to
pick either one of us. Fortunately, he didn't disappoint me, or else I'd have taught him a lesson,”
Stephanie remarked viciously.
“I'm quite jealous of you, Steph. Noah is so obedient and loyal to you. If I get married to Oscar, I'm
going to ask for tips from you.”
“You wish. If it's my brother, unless he chose to dote on you out of his own volition, no one could decide
anything for him. Did you think everyone is like Noah, who is a good-looking loser?”
Isabella only smiled in response.
At night, Isabella went to the rooftop with two glasses of wine. While feeling the breeze, she voiced out,
“Noah, I heard from Steph that you broke Emma's finger personally. Can't believe you're willing to do
that.”
Noah's face sunk at her words. “Buzz off.”
Isabella chuckled. “No wonder Steph said you're a good-looking loser. You can't even protect your
beloved woman, and you let your wife boss you around. Even your career is dependent on the
Clintons. Neither your career nor your love life is successful. I can't even find anything good about you.” Noah's face darkened further. What Isabella said hit his sore spot and rubbed salt on his would.
“Shut up!” he growled lowly.
“Why should I? Is that really all it takes to make you mad?” Isabella's response became sharper.
“Isabella, don't think I wouldn't dare kill you,” Noah threatened angrily, wrapping his hands around her
neck.
Isabella's face turned red, but the smile on her face grew wider and more infuriating.
“Noah, you do this every time I poked at your sore spot. I suggest you spend your time thinking about
how to put Stephanie in her place, or she will step all over you,” Isabella commented in an annoying
manner. “Oh, and you should coax your lover, too. Otherwise, she might run away when she doesn't
receive anything from you, even after being with you for years.”
Indescribable anger flashed in Noah's eyes.
Shoving Isabella aside, he went downstairs, fuming.
“He's really a loser with nothing but good looks,” Isabella muttered mockingly.