Under His Protection

Chapter 3 Meeting Again

Three days, seventy-two hours, it hasn’t been too long. There should still be time!

With a last shred of hope, Isabella tidied herself up and went out to buy the medicine.

She had been idle for over a month, only meeting Audrey a few times.

On this day, Audrey suddenly dragged her out, urging her to dress up nicely, then hurriedly took her away.

When Isabella stood in the splendid banquet hall of the hotel, she still looked bewildered.

Audrey led her to a quiet spot to sit down.

“Isabella, sit for a moment. I’ll go find my brother and introduce you to his friends later.”

Isabella nodded, suppressing her doubts, and sat down, waiting for the people to arrive with a resigned attitude.

When Vincent walked into the banquet hall, he casually glanced around, and then his gaze fell on a figure in the corner.

After so long, he thought he had completely forgotten about that girl’s figure, but unexpectedly, he spotted her among the bustling crowd.

She was dressed in a pure white gown, her black straight hair tied up, revealing her slender neck. At this moment, her gaze was slowly moving around the banquet hall, as if searching for someone.

“Vincent, let’s go, why are you standing here?”

Hall urged his friend who was standing still.

Vincent, upon hearing this, slowly withdrew his gaze. “Where’s Smith?”

“He’s on the second floor. Let’s go up first.”

The two went upstairs, Hall looking around as they walked.

Vincent noticed and asked, “What are you looking for?”

“My sister. She pestered me yesterday to get her an invitation, saying she wanted to bring her friend. I’m just checking if she’s here.”

Vincent nodded without saying anything. He had known for a long time that Hall had a sister, but had never seen her. Whenever Hall mentioned her, he would chatter endlessly, saying how his sister had changed, from being lively and cute in childhood to not cute at all now.

He talked about his sister as if she was the most adorable thing ever, which was a bit ridiculous.

Vincent subconsciously glanced in that direction again, and saw that the girl was no longer alone. A man in a dark gray suit sat across from her, and they seemed to be talking about something. The girl had a smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Vincent frowned, changed his direction, and almost walked over there, but stopped himself in time.

He walked upstairs step by step, not looking back. However, a nameless fire ignited in his heart, almost bursting out on the spot.

Hall searched the first floor but didn’t see his sister. He took out his phone, about to make a call to ask.

Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away, and he looked in that direction, holding his phone.

Before he could see what was happening, Vincent had already walked quickly past him.

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Hall cursed under his breath and quickly put away his phone to follow.

Isabella was sitting in her seat, waiting for Audrey to come over. Before Audrey arrived, a man in his forties sat down.

He introduced himself as a director and mentioned a few of his representative works.

Although Isabella couldn’t remember who this person was, she thought of Audrey’s hard work for her and patiently chatted with him.

She didn’t expect that the man wasn’t interested in discussing cooperation at all. After just a few words, he started to get handsy.

Isabella had been feeling unwell lately, often feeling dizzy and nauseous. Audrey thought she might be malnourished and asked her to eat more meat, but she felt nauseous at the sight of meat.

Just now, she had another drink, and now she felt like she could vomit at any moment.

Feeling uncomfortable physically and mentally, and too lazy to pretend with the director, she stood up to leave. Before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed.

Isabella struggled a few times, but couldn’t break free. In desperation, she lifted the wine glass on the table and smashed it towards the man’s head.

She used quite a bit of force, and the man’s head started bleeding instantly.

He wiped it with his hand, looked at it, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He didn’t care about the occasion at all, grabbing Isabella’s fragile wrist with one hand and slapping her with the other.

Isabella couldn’t break free at all, closing her eyes in fear.

But the expected pain didn’t come. Instead, she heard a scream.

Isabella opened her eyes and saw a tall man standing in front of her.

“Let go.”

His face was dark, grabbing the hand of the director who was about to slap Isabella. The director grimaced in pain, subconsciously letting go of Isabella’s wrist.

“Th-thank…”

Before Isabella could say “thank you,” she suddenly felt a wave of nausea, immediately lowered her head, and quickly ran towards the restroom.

Hall followed and saw this scene.

“What’s going on?”

Vincent glanced at Isabella’s retreating figure and said, “Stay here and deal with it.”

After speaking, without looking back, he walked towards the direction Isabella left.

Hall looked puzzled.

Who was the girl just now? Why did Vincent suddenly intervene in other people’s affairs?

Did they know each other?

Or could it be…

Hall thought of a possibility and wished he could rush up to watch the excitement.

Has his usually aloof buddy fallen in love at first sight?

Bah! What love at first sight? His buddy was just being superficial?

Vincent had no idea what his buddy was thinking. He followed Isabella and saw her enter the restroom.

Standing at the door, he could see her bending over the sink, desperately vomiting. After hesitating for a moment, he walked in and patted her back.

After a long while, Isabella finally felt better. She rinsed her mouth and turned around.

Before she could thank him, Vincent frowned and asked, “How much did you drink?”

“… Just one glass.” She held up a slender finger.

After answering, she looked at the person opposite her attentively. The man was tall and handsome, ranking in the top ten in the entertainment industry based on his appearance alone. However, despite searching her mind, she couldn’t recall any information about him.

She didn’t recognize him at all!

Vincent remained silent, observing Isabella.

He had been sober that night, but the person in front of him seemed unconscious. He thought it was someone sent by a business partner, but a month had passed, and no one had come to him.

He accepted those sent to him, but those who came to him for business didn’t show up.

This didn’t make sense at all; there must have been a problem somewhere.

“What’s your name?”

Huh?

Isabella was a little confused, not understanding what the man was up to, but she answered, “Isabella.”