The billionaire's kick-ass wife novel (Isabella) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Prelude To Trash

Lawrence parked his car by the roadside and stared into the villa district in front of him.

The Lockwood family lived in this villa district.

This is where Philip Lockwood and his family stayed most of the time.

Olivia drove her car out of the villa. As her beautiful Lamborghini whizzed past Lawrence, who happened to roll down his windows, the exhaust gas from her car got into his face.

Before Lawrence could even scold or reason with the driver, the Lamborghini had already sped ahead, leaving Lawrence fuming mad. He was about to drive away when he saw the Lamborghini reversing back. The car windows slid down, revealing Olivia’s attractive face.

Lawrence said furiously, “I was wondering which impudent person it was and it turned out to be you. Are you here to apologize?”

“Apologize?” Olivia raised her eyebrows and sneered. “I should be questioning you instead. Why are you parked outside my house? What ulterior motives do you have? Did that little celebrity send you here?”

Lawrence was abashed and quickly denied it. “Miss, you’re really not ladylike at all. Let me ask you, where’s the woman from yesterday who was even fiercer than you? Where is Isabella?”

“Well. I don’t think you’re much of a gentleman, either. Listen, purple eyes, get out of here right now. This instant. Otherwise, I’ll call security and have you arrested. You look like up you are up to no good, sneaking around like this.”

“You!” Lawrence was a prideful person after all. He was indignant to be ridiculed like this.

Olivia was not someone to be trifled with, either. She snorted. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Lawrence’s face was livid with rage, but he did not want to further embarrass himself and eventually left.

Olivia followed behind him just to make sure.

Lawrence drove away with a dark face, but he was deep in thought.

The woman who knew his identity was from the Lockwood family. Hence, it was not surprising that Olivial knew him.

Hence, because he knew the Lockwood family stayed there, he complied and drove away.

This was Lucsia, the Lockwood family’s territory. His identity would not play well to his advantage here.

He was also a little apprehensive of the Lockwood family.

Thinking of this, he could not help but sympathize with Samantha. Of all the people to offend, she had to have bad blood with the Lockwood family. This was really….

Lawrence returned to his hotel and immediately sent the location of the Lockwood family to Samantha. Samantha stared at the address of the villa. Only the elites of Dawton City got to stay there. Jealousy inevitably crept up on Samantha again.

What right did Isabella have? She was raised by a commoner and yet had everything she wanted. Just because she gave birth to an illegitimate child, she could marry into an affluent and wealthy family? Samantha’s resentment intensified. She quickly picked up her phone and called Mrs. Thompson. “Hello, Mom, I know where Isabella Thompson lives. She’s leading a very comfortable life now.”

“That’s it. You should go over there right now. Bring the reporters along. Rich people are terrified of having their scandals exposed. When you are there, make sure to make a big fuss. The louder you cry, the better. It’s best, best if you can bring Dad along.”

“It’s fine. Isn’t Dad’s injury in a cast? What’s there to be afraid of?”

There were urgency and impatience in Samantha’s tone.

“If you don’t let the media see how miserable you are, how can everyone know how vicious Isabella Thompson is?”

“Alright, it’s settled then. You will go to their house now.”

Samantha hung up the phone. The corners of her lips curled up mischievously. There was no way Isabella

could save herself from this mess now.

Isabella and Jeanne had gone to Loraine’s house. Isabella brought a few bottles of pills to send to Loraine.

They were not at home Thus, when Mrs. Thompson brought the group of reporters to the villa to stir trouble, Isabella and Jeanne were not there.

They tried to barge into the villa area but were stopped by the security guards. Mrs. Thompson pushed Mr. Thompson to the front. However, seeing that they still could not enter, Mrs. Thompson simply dropped and knelt on the ground.

The reporters behind them quickly aimed their cameras at them and started clicking away. The light from the cameras flashed on Thompson’s’ faces.