Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

Isabella stared at the people who claimed to be her closest family. When they were concerned about Victoria, not one of them cared about the difficulties she was facing. They were genuinely kind to Victoria, yet completely indifferent to her. She was so enraged that she threw her phone across the room.

"Ow..."

A dull grunt was heard as her phone struck Theo, who had just walked through the door. With quick reflexes, Theo caught it before it could meet a tragic fate.

"Who made my Bella angry?" Theo asked as he looked down at his phone, searching for the cause.

When he saw the family group chat of the Moore family, where everyone was united in attacking Isabella, he glanced at Isabella's sorrowful expression and silently removed her from the group.

"If they upset you, just stay away from them. Bella, we can't choose our birth family, but we do have the right to avoid harm," Theo sat down next to Isabella, his concern evident in his voice.

Isabella sighed helplessly. "Theodore, are they really my biological parents? Why, even though I'm their daughter too, all their attention is on Victoria. If she has a headache, they're all panicking. But if I were dying, they'd just scold me for dirtying their place." Isabella would never forget that in her past life, after donating a kidney and suffering from poor health, her family grew distant. The emotional strain eventually consumed her, and when the doctor diagnosed her with terminal cancer, she longed for her parents' warmth in her final days. But they gave her nothing. They were afraid she would be a burden, and Master Moore even coldly said, "If you're going to die, die far away, don't drag us down with you."

In that moment, Isabella felt as if her blood had frozen. She became completely numb. It was June, but it felt like she was trapped in an ice cellar.

Reincarnated, Isabella now realized that her parents' indifference had always been there, and she had been too slow to notice it in her past life.

Theo gently patted her hand. "Bella, not every set of parents is worthy of being parents."

"You shouldn't let their bad emotions trap you. Bella, how about I take you to work? Anyone can betray you, but work won't."

"Alright."

With Theo's comforting words, Isabella's gloom seemed to dissipate, like the fleeting rain of June.

She channeled her sorrow into her work and passionately brought out her design sketches, throwing them in front of Theo. "Theodore, these are the initial designs I made for our company. There are about fifty styles. Help me choose."

Theo flipped through the sketches and couldn't help but praise, "Bella, these are the most creative designs I've ever seen. I have to recommend them to a few important partners."

Standing up, Theo said mysteriously, "Bella, come on, let me take you somewhere."

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The meeting room, Room 916.

A group of young elites from the fashion industry in Capital gathered there. When Theo entered with Isabella, they immediately stood up, their faces respectful. "Mr. Sanchez."

Theo gestured for them to sit, then took the initiative to introduce Isabella to these fashion insiders.

"Bella, these are my friends. With our new company taking off, I specifically invited them to join. So everyone here is a business partner."

Isabella was stunned when she

looked at the people gathered around the table. These people were all heirs and heiresses of major conglomerates. Although they appeared young and naive now many years later, they would be

major figures in Capital's f

scene. Miranda would become the top international supermodel, Benjamin would inherit one of Capital's largest jewelry empires, and Carl would be a highly sought-after fashion designer...

Isabella found herself surrounded by future big shots, and her breath quickened. She felt a bit nervous.

Theo seriously introduced Isabella to

the group, "Everyone, this is our

company's chief designer, Miss Isabella. She is the person responsible for our product lines. hope you'll collaborate sincerely with Miss Isabella and help my luxury brand grow into a top-tier Capital brand and eventually go global."

One blunt person stood up and spoke, "Mr. Sanchez, I've always admired your talent, but I never expected you to make Mrs. Hill the head designer of your luxury brand. I've heard she has a low education and no taste in fashion. Is she really qualified for such an important position?"

Theo smiled without anger and gently turned to Isabella. "Bella, looks like you need to show them your talents."

Isabella took out her laptop. While it was booting up, she began to fluently explain her design philosophy.

"I've been working overtime to finish dozens of designs. My styles cater to high society ladies, housewives, students, and professionals..."

One person interrupted without hesitation, "My design philosophy focuses on quality, not quantity."

Isabella faced the criticism calmly. After all, she was no stranger to having her abilities questioned, especially after Nathan and her Bella Victoria had spent years smearing her image. She had become used to it.

The computer finally booted up, and Isabella opened a series of categorized folders. Inside were small albums, meticulously organized.

She first opened the file for high-society ladies. As soon as the design sketches were revealed, everyone was immediately impressed.

The lines were soft yet defined, the colors sophisticated, and the styles perfectly suited for Eastern aesthetics-simple but exuding an understated luxury. The details showcased a sense of nobility. "Did you really draw these?" someone asked Isabella.

Isabella looked up at the person who had been criticizing her and mentally noted the design of his outfit. She immediately opened the design software and began sketching his clothes, creating an exquisitely detailed and refined design. Then, she adjusted the details.

The fabric, buttons-everything was transformed by her skilled hands, turning it from ordinary to extraordinary. His outfit now exuded a sense of elegance and nobility.

"Wow, that's amazing," everyone marveled, praising Isabella's work.

Theo looked around the room. "Now do you all believe in the strength of our chief designer?"

"Yes, we do."

"From now on, don't call her Mrs. Hill anymore, call her Miss Thea. Miss Thea is the only direct disciple of Master Jasmine. Of course, Miss Thea is also our company's trump card. Her identity is something you all must keep confidential for now."

"No wonder she's so impressive." Everyone was now fully convinced.

The meeting quickly focused on key points and soon concluded.

As Theo and Isabella left the club, they ran into Nathan in the downstairs mall.