Chapter 9

Isobel was confused. Before she understood what he meant, a man came in from outside. He walked up to Nathan and respectfully handed him two small red notebooks. "Mr. President, the things are ready." "Okay," said Nathan. He took it, opened it and handed one of the books to Isobel. "Take a look." Isobel was stunned. Subconsciously, she felt that the marriage license looked a little familiar. Why did it look so similar Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly took it. When she saw the two clear and eye-catching names on the notebook and the red inch photo, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. "What... What's going on?" Nathan glanced at her indifferently. Compared with her shock, he was much calmer. He put the marriage certificate in his hand aside and said in a low voice, "have you forgotten what you signed?" Isobel's eyes widened. "What did I sign?" "Huh!" Seeming to have expected her reaction, Nathan pointed at the table and Sean immediately handed over a document. Isobel took it and had a look. It was a marriage application. She gasped. "Get married? We? It's impossible! I was drunk last night. This document doesn't count at all!" Nathan looked at her coldly and sneered. "When you wanted to sleep with her, you said you would sign it. Now you don't want to admit it when you mention your trousers?" Isobel：“……” "Huh!" He sneered again with a trace of ridicule. Isobel didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, she said, "that's what you want. How can it be all my fault?" She was just a girl. If he didn't agree, could she force him? But the next second, he unbuttoned his shirt. "I know you won't admit it. Fortunately, I have left the evidence." Following his movements, Isobel looked at the bottom of the two buttons that were loosened, revealing her delicate collarbone, which was faintly covered with hickeys and scratches. It could be seen how intense it was last night! She had an impulse to cover her face and run away! She felt so happy that she woke up in the crematory! Reminded by the man eagerly, she finally remembered how enthusiastic she was last night. Her face instantly flushed like two mature tomatoes. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to do that. How about this? You can see how much compensation you need and I'll promise you. But this marriage... Can I refuse it?" Nathan glanced at her coldly. "Compensation? Okay! Sean." "Yes." Sean stepped forward with an IPAD in his hand. He scratched the IPAD with his fingers and put it in front of Isobel. "Ms. West, this is the new global single billionaire list released last month. The latest news is that someone is willing to spend thirty billion just for one night with the CEO. You can have a reference." Isobel was so frightened that her mouth was wide open. She glanced at the IPAD. The man's photo on the screen was elegant and arrogant, and his sharp eyes seemed to shoot through her. She swallowed. "You mean, if I want compensation, I have to pay thirty billion?" "Yes." Isobel suddenly had a feeling of being jumped by an immortal. She looked at him suspiciously. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that the man in front of her was a little familiar. Her pupils suddenly shrank. Then she looked down at the name on the IPAD and the marriage certificate. Nathan? what the fuck! what the fuck! Isobel almost jumped up from the chair. She wondered why the name sounded so familiar. It was him? The heir of the plutocrat of the Harper Group, the president of the Harper Group, and a permanent guest on the rich list. It was said that his wealth was comparable to that of the country, and his background was mysterious and unpredictable. The Nathan Group he founded a few years ago rose rapidly. In just two years, it had occupied half of the domestic entertainment industry. It was a miracle. She fell silent for a moment. At first, she thought thirty billion was too expensive. Now that she knew his identity, she had to say that someone was worth it. She said carefully, "well... Can we talk about another way to make it up?" The man on the other side raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes were a little cold. "What?" "Thirty billion... I really can't afford it." "Then there is nothing to discuss." Obviously, he was a little unhappy. With a glance, Sean immediately put away the documents on the table and respectfully exited. Isobel opened her mouth and wanted to say something more. But when she met the cold eyes of the other party, she was frightened and immediately shut up. Nathan said coldly, "I'll give you three days to make a clean break with the past. Three days later, I'll send someone to pick you up. From now on, this is your home." Isobel felt like weeping but had no tears. Knowing that resistance was useless, she could only change her tone. "Can you stay a few more days?" Nathan looked at her coldly and sneered. "Huh!" Isobel：“……” …… When she came out of the Harper villa, Sean was waiting for her at the door.