Isabel continued speaking loudly.
“Yes, they were deals from Centurion Hall and a few other companies. I really liked the jewelry pieces, and I wanted to auction them myself. So I asked Magnus to get those deals for me.”
She laughed lightly.
“I told him to cancel the contracts and give them to me instead… and he did. It wasn’t difficult at all. All I had to do was ask.”
A delighted giggle escaped her lips.
“It was honestly the most special thing anyone has ever done for me.”
She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger as she continued talking on the phone, her tone lazy and smug.
“The corporation usually doesn’t like shifting projects around,” she said casually. “But I was in the mood for a little fun. A few people were getting on my nerves, so I had those projects transferred to my name.”
She laughed again, clearly pleased with herself.
“Centurion Hall? That shabby little place? What does it have to do with me? As long as I get whatever I want, everything is fine, right?”
She paused for a moment before continuing with a dismissive scoff.
“Besides, that place is run by some woman who looks more like an escort than someone important enough for me to care about,” she scoffed. “If I asked Magnus, I could buy ten Centurion Halls. So who cares if that tiny place collapses?”
Emma slowly turned to look at Sophia.
Sophia’s face was just as angry as hers. The more they listened to Isabel talk, the angrier they became.
Emma’s eyes burned with fury as she spoke through clenched teeth. “So this is why those projects were transferred…”
Her voice trembled with anger and disbelief.
“All this time, I kept blaming myself. I thought it was my fault… that I was the reason Centurion Hall was pushed into trouble.”
Sophia placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey. It’s not your fault,” she said firmly. “Don’t beat yourself up. Don’t beat yourself up over someone like her.”
Emma took a slow breath, but the anger in her chest only grew stronger.
At that moment, Isabel continued strolling while still chatting on the phone. Her eyes briefly shifted toward Emma and Sophia.
She clearly saw them standing there.
Yet instead of feeling embarrassed, she simply giggled again, deliberately speaking even louder.
Sophia’s eyes darkened.
“Instead of beating yourself up,” she muttered, grinding her teeth, “it’s better to beat someone else up.”
Before Emma could react, Sophia grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. The two of them stopped directly in front of Isabel.
Isabella’s voice suddenly halted mid-sentence.
She stared at them for a moment, then slowly lowered the phone from her ear and hung up the call. A faint smirk appeared on her lips as she crossed her arms.
“What do you want?” she asked lazily.
Sophia looked at her as if she were physically restraining herself from punching Isabella.
