The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 201 You're Too Dirty

"Slap!"

It was a loud and clear slap. From the intensity of the sound, one could tell how much the force he used.

Isabelle's head turned one side. Her hair flew down in an unruly mane, and her face was utterly grotesque. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Mr. Shelby was not reconciled. He glared at Isabelle with anger and snapped, "We don't have a vicious woman like you in the Shelbys! Susan is such a good girl - I don't understand how you could bring yourself to harm her. Don't you have any conscience?"

As he was speaking, he gave Isabelle another slap on the face and caused her head to turn to the other side.

Slowly, ever slowly, Isabelle raised her head - her face was pale, her visage grim. As a sinister grin crossed her lips, she snarled, "Do I have any conscience? Ask yourself that question. When Susan was living in our house after her parents got into an accident, who was the one that asked Yvonne to hit her harder so that she would leave our house on her own? Who was the one who supported me the most and asked me to work harder to replace Susan before the entire scheme was exposed? You're no different from me, Dad. Stop acting all high and mighty."

"S-Shut up!" Mr. Shelby's face turned red in guilt. He darted a glance at Julian.

However, Julian paid him no heed. He was caressing Susan's hand so tenderly as if he was holding his favorite toy. "Did you get beaten a lot here when you were a kid, Susie?"

Her parents met with a mishap and her life in the Shelbys was tough. He wondered how Susan bore through all of those as a kid, and he cursed himself for not working harder to look for her. If he could

locate her soon, she needed not to suffer so much.

"It's nothing. It’s all over," Susan said calmly, shaking her head.

"For you, yeah, it's all over, but not for me," Julian said as he shot a glance at Mr. Shelby, his gaze so steely it shook Mr. Shelby to the core.

Mr. Shelby then replied carefully, "Don't listen to her, M r. Shaw. She's just speaking nonsense! Susan is my brother's daughter. I love her more than my own kids, s o how is there any possibility I would order Yvonne to beat her? I was wronged!"

Suddenly, he turned to Yvonne and his eyes gleamed. He shouted, "It's all her doing. I know Yvonne has an explosive personality. But I thought there was still some sense of right in her, so I never expected she would carry out such a deed behind me."

With that, he dragged Yvonne over. As he gave her a slap on her face, he continued shouting, "How could you bully Susan while I was not around? I always taught you that you have to be kind to your siblings.

However, Julian paid him no heed. He was caressing Susan's hand so tenderly as if he was holding his favorite toy. "Did you get beaten a lot here when you were a kid, Susie?"

Her parents met with a mishap and her life in the Shelbys was tough. He wondered how Susan bore through all of those as a kid, and he cursed himself for not working harder to look for her. If he could locate her soon, she needed not to suffer so much.

"It's nothing. It’s all over," Susan said calmly, shaking her head.

"For you, yeah, it's all over, but not for me," Julian said as he shot a glance at Mr. Shelby, his gaze so steely it shook Mr. Shelby to the core.

Mr. Shelby then replied carefully, "Don't listen to her, M r. Shaw. She's just speaking nonsense! Susan is my brother's daughter. I love her more than my own kids, s o how is there any possibility I would order Yvonne to beat her? I was wronged!"

Suddenly, he turned to Yvonne and his eyes gleamed. He shouted, "It's all her doing. I know Yvonne has an explosive personality. But I thought there was still some sense of right in her, so I never expected she would carry out such a deed behind me."

With that, he dragged Yvonne over. As he gave her a slap on her face, he continued shouting, "How could you bully Susan while I was not around? I always taught you that you have to be kind to your siblings.

You must keep your temper and you must love your siblings. How could you forget everything that I taught you?"

Yvonne was stunned when she was slapped by her father. However, she soon came to her senses and retaliated, "Stop act like you’re the most innocent here, Tobias Shelby. It's you who told us that Susan and Jacob were hindrances to our family, and it's also you who asked us to beat them up so that they would leave our family on their own."

"You..." Mr. Shelby did not expect Yvonne to talk back t o him. He was so pissed off he gave her another slap i n the face.

Yvonne finally snapped after being slapped twice by her father. She pounced forward with her hand fully stretched and scratched his face, leaving five red weals on his cheek.

Mr. Shelby was caught off guard and he was taken aback for a moment. He could not believe that his daughter dared to scratch him and he got even angrier. He threw himself at her and two of them began grappling with each other as Isabelle watched o n with cold eyes from the sideline.

The weirdest one amongst them was Mrs. Shelby. She did not say or do anything to stop them from fighting and just sat on the couch, nibbling on the snack calmly as if none of them had anything to do with her.

'What a weird family...'

Setting her jaw tight, Susan tugged at Julian’s shirt and said, "Let’s go, Julian."

Everything here made her feel sick, and she did not want to spend even a second here anymore.

"Okay," Julian patted her head and rose to his feet.

Seeing that Julian was about to leave, Mr. Shelby immediately forwent the fight with his daughter and got up. He looked fawningly at Julian and said, "You have to believe me, Mr. Shaw. It's all their fault. Everything they did has nothing to do with me."

"B*llsh*t!" Yvonne shouted.

Mr. Shelby's eyebrows twitched. Wrath and dismay were written on his face, but he pushed those aside and continued to watch Julian expectantly.

Julian looked at him back. There were several scratches on his face, and his hair was disheveled. Coupled with the gigantic fawning grin that sat on his lips, he looked really funny.

However, Julian did not laugh. His face held no expression as he announced coldly, "I don't want to hear any of your excuses. The contract is due to expire in a few more days, so just get ready with the compensation."

Mr. Shelby's countenance changed, "Is there really no room for negotiation in this matter anymore, Mr.

Shaw?"

Julian paid him no heed. Mr. Shelby then turned over t o Susan and said, "I'm your uncle, Susie. You have to help me.”

Susan turned her head away.

Just when Mr. Shelby wanted to say something anymore, Julian interjected, "If I hear one more word out of your mouth again, I’ll break your leg. If two, I'll break both of your legs."

Mr. Shelby's body shook and he fell silent.

Julian threw a sidelong glance at Yvonne who was still lying on the floor and then walked up to Isabelle.

Isabelle raised her head and met his gaze. She said," What are you going to do with me? You want to kill m e?"

She looked far calmer than Mr. Shelby.

"You're too dirty. I don't want to get my hands soiled," a cold smirk crept onto the tips of his lips, "You’ve done so many things for me, so I guess it's only right for me to do something back to return you the favor. I won't kill you, Isabelle. Not only that, I'll find you a good husband."

A crack appeared on Isabelle's calm face.

"Wayne, if you marry Isabelle, I can wipe the slate clean,” Julian said indifferently.

What?

Both Wayne and Isabelle were stunned by his words. "Marry her?" Wayne asked and he made no effort to hide the disgust in his eyes.

Isabelle was the person he hated the most right now. I f it were not for her deception, he would not have infuriated Julian. He would rather die than marry her.

"What? You don't want it?" Julian shot a warning gaze at him.

"Of course, I do," Wayne's heart somersaulted and he hastily nodded.

"I don’t want to marry him! I don't want to marry him!" Isabelle began to struggle for all her worth but to no avail. The bodyguards overpowered her and she could not free herself no matter how hard she tried.

"I'm afraid you don’t have a say in this matter," Julian said as he looked over to Mr. Shelby, "Right, Mr.

Shelby?"

Upon hearing Julian mention his name, Mr. Shelby came around and hastily said, "Yes, yes. I approve of this marriage. I'm her dad, I can help her make the decision."

"No! No! I don’t agree! I don't agree!" Isabelle continued to shout. She would rather die than marry Wayne.

She had done a background check on Wayne before. H e came from a poor family and he had a gambler father. She would never lay an eye on a family like this as her future husband should be a successful man like Julian.

"You two stay here. Don't release them until they get their marriage certificate," Julian gave an order to two of his bodyguards. Then, he walked towards Susan.

Upon seeing her, the hard lines on his face softened and he said, "Let's go, Susie."

"Okay," Susan nodded.

Just as they were leaving, Isabelle's voice erupted behind them.

"Why do you have to be so hard on me, Julian? Even if I’m not Little Flower, do you really have no feelings for me at all?" 2

Julian turned his head around. A smile hopped onto his lips as he found her question rather stupid. Then, h e said, "If you were given a gem and a piece of dung, what would you choose?"

Gem and dung? What kind of comparison was that?

Before waiting for Isabelle to give any answer, he held Susan's hand and continued, "I've got the best gem in my hand. Do you think I'd still be interested in someone like you?" 1

After that, both of them left without turning their heads.

Isabelle could not come to her senses even after

Julian and Susan left her sight. There was only one thought in her head right now: Julian said that she was no different from dung. It was only now that she realized she was just a contemptible scoundrel in Julian's heart. No matter how much she did, she

would never be able to replace Susan.

She stood there, frozen stiff as the darkness of despair slowly crept into her and enveloped her whole.