Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

Can't Win Me Back Chapter 12

As Isabella's health gradually recovered, the new school semester began. Perhaps sorrow had turned into joy, for her once misfortunate life seemed to take a turn for the better-her career was finally blossoming.

Isabella's designs quickly gained popularity among her classmates. Many placed orders for her affordable and stylish clothing. Word of mouth spread fast, and soon her customer base expanded from low-end to mid-tier clients. Her wallet grew thicker, and so did her confidence in earning her own livelihood.

Theodore, lounging on the bed playing a game, casually reminded her, "Sis, people only have so much energy. Even if you're a steel-strong Iron Lady, your daily output has its limits. That means your income will eventually plateau."

Isabella, realizing she was overwhelmed with orders, leaned in front of Theodore and humbly sought his advice. "What do you think I should do to break through?"

Pausing his game, Theodore replied, "Sis, you have two options. The first is to shift to a high-end market. The second is to establish your own brand."

Though his explanation was succinct, Isabella, having been exposed to the upper-class world as a wealthy wife, quickly understood his point. However, self-doubt crept in as she wrung her hands. "Socialites and wealthy women usually chase big-name brands. Someone like me with no reputation-how could my designs catch their eye?" "Sis, even big brands weren't born famous."

Theodore's words planted grand ambitions in Isabella's heart. "Should I give it a try?" A hopeful glow lit her eyes.

Handing her a client's order, he said, "If you can satisfy this customer, she'll surely bring you surprises."

Isabella looked at the order with some skepticism. "This is just a mid-tier client."

"Trust me."

On the agreed day, the client arrived at her rented room to collect her custom gown. Eyeing the modest surroundings with disdain, the client sneered, "How could a place like this produce a gown with any sense of luxury?" Isabella appeased the woman's dissatisfaction with soft-spoken politeness. "Madam, while my place may be humble, it is clean, and I promise the gown will meet your expectations."

Carefully presenting the elegantly packaged dress, Isabella handed it over with respect. As the client opened the package and saw the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes lit up.

"I love this color! What's it called?"

"Oatmeal," Isabella replied. "Would you like to try it on?"

The client eagerly removed the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. "What's this?"

"This is a specially designed undershirt to match the oatmeal cashmere coat," Isabella explained. "If you don't mind, it's my gift to you. But since it's a complimentary item, it's not as high-quality as the coat." "Oh my, what a generous girl you are! I simply adore you!" the client exclaimed with delight.

A few days later, the same client returned, this time bringing a group of socialite friends. She raved about Isabella's designs, praising their quality and unique styles, which had made her the center of attention at a party. "My friends kept asking me where I got my outfit," she said, beaming. "So I brought them here to see you."

Isabella bowed in gratitude. "Madam, thank you for your recommendation. To express my thanks, I'd like to design a custom necklace for you, free of charge."

The other women quickly joined the conversation, sharing their fashion preferences. Isabella impressed them with her professional knowledge, and they eagerly paid substantial deposits before leaving in high spirits.

After just a few transactions, Isabella successfully entered the upper-class fashion circle. Her once-humble apartment became a bustling hub for affluent clients, and her customer base steadily climbed upmarket. Orders flooded in, her wallet grew heavier, and her professional standards sharpened.

Within a few short months, Isabella had saved €100,000. But then she turned her gaze toward Theodore, who was still playing games on his phone.

A shiver ran down his spine as an ominous feeling washed over him. Reluctantly, he faced Isabella's sharp stare.

"Theodore, we're not struggling financially anymore. You can now attend the best school available."

"School makes my head, feet, and stomach hurt... everything hurts," he protested, looking utterly unwilling.

Feigning seriousness, Isabella replied, "There's no career more noble than studying."

"Studying is like deciphering alien code to me. Instead of wasting money on me, why not invest it in your business?" he tried to argue.

Adopting a stern face, Isabella reminded him, "Theodore, didn't you say you'd always listen to me?"

Defeated, Theodore sighed. "Fine. I'll go to school."

Isabella's face lit up, and she gently patted his head. "Good. boy."

After much effort and expense, Isabella managed to secure a spot for Theodore in a reputable international private high. school. Observing her humble and pleading attitude when making phone calls to arrange everything, Theodore felt less resistant to the idea of studying. **Meanwhile, in the Imperial Capital**

As the New Year approached, Gu Corporation prepared for its annual celebration. As CEO, Nathan was expected to attend with a companion, delivering the opening speech and possibly performing the finale dance.

Nathan's father, valuing the company's public image, called to emphasize the importance of the event. "Nathan, this year's gala is co-hosted by several major enterprises and will be broadcasted live on mainstream media. Your image will be crucial. Your companion must be your wife, Isabella Moore."

For some reason, Nathan's heart sank. Trying to negotiate, he replied, "Father, Isabella is abroad..."

"There's still time to bring her back," Moore's father cut in sternly. "Recent rumors about you and Victoria have negatively impacted the company. Use this opportunity to dispel those false accusations of infidelity. "You're an adult; you know what to do."

After hanging up, Nathan sat quietly for a moment before opening his social media app. Scrolling to his chat history with Isabella, he realized her last message had been sent more than six months ago.

It hit him-Isabella had been abroad for a long time now. He had promised to bring her back after three months.

And yet, he had broken that promise.