Chapter 25 Brain Malfunction

Isabella: "..." Isabella thought to herself, Vincent, someone like him, if he were to negotiate business with others, he'd need a few subordinates to fend off the alcohol, wouldn't he? Vincent continued to smile, leaning slightly, and Isabella quickly straightened him up again. Fortunately, the designated driver arrived soon. Isabella found the keys in Vincent's bag and helped him into the car. Once in the car, she felt her palm was a bit hot. She looked down and saw that it was red. She had hit Angie too hard just now. After all, she had been accumulating strength for over a decade. Although her palm was uncomfortable, Isabella didn't regret it at all. If she could, she would even be willing to do it again. When she was younger, she had tried to resist, not wanting to be bullied by Angie. But the consequence was being locked up and starved for a long time. Since then, she had to suppress her temper. Now she didn't want to suppress it anymore. After all, she had termi