Twisted Ties of Love

From an age perspective, Izabella was a young and beautiful self-made woman who had launched a company worth an astonishing 8 billion dollars in such a short time.

The Maple Group had made headlines when they acquired X Entertainment and later invested in movies, making a pure profit of 40 billion and successfully entering the upper business world. Even the chairman of the Dempsey Group couldn't achieve this feat in his prime, let alone Casey. Though he was the heir to the Dempsey Group, he was currently just an actor.

At this moment, those who had previously belittled Izabella fell silent.

In comparison, it wasn't that Izabella wasn't good enough for Casey, but rather, Casey wasn't good enough for her.

With his resources, Casey might do better off as a stay-at-home husband if he didn't inherit his family business!

It was said that the latest investment by the Maple Group, the movie "Interstellar," had specially invited the renowned Director Louis, successfully breaking into the international film market. This spectacle was handed directly to Casey. Thus, if anyone was being "kept," it was Mr. Dempsey.

Those who had mocked Izabella before now sang a different tune. Life had never been as satisfying as it was at this moment, indeed, following Izabella was a delight.

"1.5 billion?" Izabella was stunned when she heard this figure; she had only donated 70 million, so where did 1.5 billion come from?

She looked at Casey, and sure enough, there was a smug smile on his face.

"You added 800 million on top of my donation?"

"You're my fiancée. What's mine is yours, so I added it to the list."

This spectacle was already grand with a donation of 70 million, but Casey had added another 800 million, making her the center of attention at the climax of the event. Aren't you afraid of being slandered as my kept man, Izabella asked with a smirk.

"Why would I be afraid if you're not? Besides, you're technically keeping me." He was certain that once "Interstellar" was released, it would cause a sensation in the film industry. So, being kept by Izabella wasn't something he found embarrassing. In fact, he was proud of it.

If human beings had tails, Casey's would probably be wagging with joy.

Casey was always silently considering her needs in the background. He wouldn't say much because he had already taken action before she noticed.

After the donation list was announced, the host took the stage to announce the end of the dinner.

Beck took the stage, and Izabella watched from below. Perhaps it was the stage lights, but Beck's face seemed pale, as if he was not feeling well.

As Beck was about to speak, a man whispered something in his ear.

Izabella recognized the man as Beck's assistant. If it weren't for an urgent matter, he wouldn't have approached Beck in such a situation.

So what was it all about?

Casey's expression also turned grave. Izabella stood up and felt a menacing gaze. She turned her head and saw Brett in the corner.

Beck's face changed drastically after hearing his assistant's words. He lost control and fell backward.

"Dad!" Casey called out and rushed to his side, while Izabella contacted the security to control the media and reporters on the scene.

This side was in chaos, but Izabella still had to keep an eye on the situation on stage.

The security arrangement for this banquet was good; they could mobilize immediately in case of an emergency and organize the crowd to disperse.

People who were unaware of the truth were gradually led away from the banquet, and the media and reporters were kept outside.

With the crowd dispersed, Brett stood up, looking glaringly conspicuous in the spacious hall.

Beck, after catching his breath for a while, clutched Casey's hand with a trembling right hand.

"Dad, what's wrong? What happened?"

Beck struggled to speak due to shortness of breath, and the assistant couldn't explain clearly either. Izabella came over and heard mention of a financial crisis.

Izabella stopped in her tracks. The

sudden turn of events was too

unexpected, and she hadn't fully

processed what was happening. The

atmosphere seemed to drop,

casting a shadow over eng.

Izabella felt helpless as

rémembered how her father, Alan

Salotti, had faced a similar situation.

Izabella's mind was buzzing. She thought about Brett's previous "bet" and his typical tactics. A deep chill ran down her spine.

Driving people to ruin was Brett's favorite method, wasn't it?

Brett could have lacked the ability in the past, but now he had taken over the Windham Group in J City. With his own capital, he could ruin the Dempsey family if he wanted to. He was willing to make sacrifices to achieve his goals.

Izabella turned to Brett, struggling to understand why he always targeted her. Whether in the past or the present, he seemed to enjoy driving away everyone who cared about her.

First, it was the Salotti Group and her father, Alan, then it was Presley and the Felton family, and now it was the Dempsey family.

Brett was a talented and privileged person, blessed with good looks. Yet, beneath the facade, he was as dirty as a sewer.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Izabella frowned, exuding an intimidating aura.

"Brett, what have you done?"

"I only wanted to finish our bet. You used your methods, and now I'll use mine, Izabella. Do you think the Dempsey family will abandon you like the Felton family did? And will Casey choose his family over you?"

Brett admitted outright that he was behind all of it.

His expression was somewhat menacing, the cold light bursting from his jet-black eyes made Izabella feel for a moment like she had been transported back to the past.

Brett was as unchanging as ever, resorting to his vilest methods to force her submission.

He was a devil to the core, and even if you cleaned him up, he would still be a devil. And his heart, it was indeed made of stone.

Although she herself was no saint, she swore she would never employ such disgusting tactics against her own family.

Bunny was his Aunt, Casey his brother, yet he could still bring himself to push them to the edge, plunging the Dempsey family into financial crisis.

Izabella gritted her teeth, "Aunt Bunny is your dad's own sister! You've dragged the entire Dempsey family down for your own selfish desires, have you ever considered her feelings?" Brett clenched his fist silently, his face still calm and composed, "It's precisely because I know she's my aunt, carrying the thin-blooded Windham family lineage, that I have to do this!"