And why, exactly, did he believe the daughter of the Scott family had no choice but him?
With Isabella’s triumphant gaze upon me, I sneered.
“My wedding will take place in three days, as planned. But the groom won’t be you, Daniel—it will be Adrian Hughes.”
The Hughes family, upon receiving news of the alliance, immediately sent several billion-dollar contracts as a betrothal gift.
Yet somehow, rumors spread that it was the Carter family proposing to us.
Worried I’d be upset, my father told me to pick out dowry gifts at an auction house in New York.
But the moment I stepped inside, I ran into Daniel and Isabella.
She trembled and clung to him again.
“Daniel, maybe I should leave. If Miss Scott sees me, she’ll get someone to punish me again.”
Daniel pulled her close protectively, glaring at me with rage.
“Emma Scott, I underestimated you. Spreading lies to the media that my family was proposing to yours was bad enough, but arranging men to defile Isabella? If I hadn’t arrived in time, her whole life would have been ruined!”
His words sparked a wave of mocking whispers.