Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer

Chapter 174

The next day, Isabella conducted a thorough investigation on Mr. Brown from

Nemotors. She also asked Natasha to introduce her to someone special

before Gordon came to pick her up. Over the past few years, the Dunkstein

Family’s business had experienced exponential growth in Imperia. Since it

was Old Mrs. Dunkstein’s 80th birthday, many of the guests were wealthy and

influential individuals. Isabella followed Natasha’s advice and dressed up for

the event.

“You might find your prince charming,” Natasha teased Isabella during their

phone call. Isabella felt exasperated, thinking that she was too old to hope for

her prince charming to magically appear. The attendees of the Dunkstein

Family’s event are probably important people. I don’t want to cause any

trouble for myself, Isabella thought.

The special person that Natasha sent arrived just as Isabella finished doing

her makeup. “Hello, Isabella.” The woman in her twenties had gorgeous

features. Her mannerisms were similar to Natasha’s, but she seemed more

playful and flirtatious. Isabella knew the type of woman she was looking for,

but she still felt displeased when she saw the young lady.

“You’re…” Isabella started.

“I’m Molly. I’ve been in this field for a while,” the woman said with a polite smile

and a sharp gaze. Isabella’s gaze shifted to Molly’s outfit. Molly was dressed in

a V-necked gown that showcased her seductive figure. Any man would be

attracted to her. “Don’t feel pressured. I’m different from you-I’m not highly

educated, and I’m not very picky or particular about things.” Molly tried to

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Isabella took a deep breath before smiling. “I understand.” She let Molly in and

handed her a summer hat and a coat. “My friend will pick us up later. Try to

remain quiet,” Isabella advised.

Molly understood what Isabella meant. “Don’t worry about me,” Molly replied.

After that, Isabella nodded and went upstairs to grab her purse. She came

down just in time to hear a car honk outside her house. She called for Molly to

join her before they both left the house together.

It was unusual to see Gordon so well-dressed, but that day, he wore a suit

and had his hair neatly combed. He wore a bright red necktie, which made

him look completely different from his usual self. His eyes lit up when he saw

Isabella. “Hurry up and get in. This outfit is making me feel really warm,” he

said, trying to hide his grumpy expression.

Moments later, he noticed the woman behind Isabella and gave her a

puzzled glance. However, Isabella gestured for Molly to enter the car before

saying anything. “We’ll just have to bring her along with us,” Isabella

explained. Gordon was a smart man and was more than happy to go along

with anything Isabella told him. He gestured for Molly to get into the car

without further questioning.

The car took them to the wealthy housing area in the north of the city. They

arrived at a stretch of villas, one of which the Dunksteins had purchased for

Old Mrs. Dunkstein. As they drove on the roads, they were surrounded by

luxury cars of all kinds. Some of the cars were rare or limited-edition vehicles.

Isabella sighed to herself as she got out of the car. The Dunksteins are no

longer just a family of new money. Give them a few years, and they’ll be at

the top of the chain in Imperia, she thought to herself.

Once they reached the front porch of the villa, Molly turned and left on her

own. She disappeared from sight after that.

Isabella followed Gordon through the front entrance. Despite keeping her

head low, she attracted a lot of attention from the people around her. Gordon

didn’t show any intention of keeping her a secret-he brought her upstairs to

introduce her to Old Mrs. Dunkstein immediately upon their arrival.

Isabella found this rather inappropriate and looked around self-consciously.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Gordon. You can just pass my gift to her,”

Isabella suggested. She was worried that others might misunderstand her

relationship with Gordon if they saw him introducing her to his family. Gordon,

however, wasn’t concerned-he would have loved nothing more than to

announce his relationship with Isabella to the world.

“What’s the matter? It’s rude if you don’t greet my grandmother during your

first meeting with her,” he mumbled in an annoyed tone. Isabella was

speechless and had no choice but to let him drag her upstairs. The guests

downstairs were enjoying themselves, but some noticed the attractive

couple. Word quickly spread among the crowd when they saw the couple

heading upstairs.

Once Gordon and Isabella reached the second floor, they found a few

families who were close to the Dunksteins mingling around. They surrounded

Old Mrs. Dunkstein, who radiated youth and energy despite her age. One of

the middle-aged women, dressed extravagantly, approached Gordon when

she saw him. “What took you so long?”

Isabella figured this woman was Gordon’s mother, Ariel Hofstead. “I went to

pick someone up,” Gordon replied, chin held high and one hand resting on his

hip. “Hello, Mrs. Dunkstein.” Isabella stepped forward to greet the woman. Ariel

glanced at Isabella from head to toe before nodding. “Hello,” Ariel responded

in an icy tone.

“Did Gordon bring a lady over?” Isabella had just greeted Ariel when Poppy,

Gordon’s grandmother, spoke up. The rest of the crowd stepped aside to

create a pathway for the old lady. Gordon’s demeanor changed instantly-he

walked over and bent down to greet Poppy with a wide grin. “Look, Grandma.

Isn’t she pretty?”

Poppy’s smile was so wide that her eyes turned into two lines. She asked

someone to hand her her glasses, and Ariel reluctantly passed them over.

“Take it easy, Mom,” Ariel mumbled.

“Old Mrs. Dunkstein must be eager to meet her future granddaughter-in-law,”

someone commented.

“Where is this young lady from? She’s so pretty. She looks like one of the

celebrities I saw a few days ago.” Some of the wealthy housewives chatted

among themselves, and Isabella cringed at their conversation. She forced

herself to maintain a smile as she met Poppy’s gaze.

Poppy donned her glasses before she narrowed her eyes to observe Isabella.

“You are truly beautiful, my dear.” Poppy raised her hand and motioned for

Isabella to approach. “Come nearer to me,” Poppy commanded. Isabella felt

somewhat powerless in that moment, compelled to take a few steps

forward.