Leaving Him To Pursue My Own Passion

If I had known that Elvis Austin was coming to my house for dinner today, I would have left with my suitcase earlier.

Elvis was currently the helmsman of the Austin Group, outstanding in ability, and a hot and eligible bachelor.

Even my dad, an old fox who had been in the business world for years, spoke highly of him.

When it came to Elvis, it was just continuous praise.

Because of this, with the existence of Elvis, this perfect and flawless man, my dad had never approved of my boyfriend Jeff Barber.

To prove that my judgment was correct and that Jeff and I were truly in love and would not be swayed by materialistic things like money, I didn’t ride in luxury cars, carry designer handbags, or wear brand-name clothes.

Now, from head to toe, I was just ordinary and plain.

If it weren’t for my best friend, Sarah Austin, suddenly calling and saying she was coming over, I would have been ready to catch the school bus with my suitcase.

“Isabella, I heard that you had worked with your boyfriend again this summer vacation?”

“Yes.”

For the whole summer vacation, I worked as a cashier in a convenience store, while Jeff found a translation job because of his good grades.

The living room, which was already quiet, became even quieter because of Sarah’s words.

I subconsciously glanced at Elvis sitting on the sofa. I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but I could clearly see his hands typing on the keyboard.

“Isabella, why are you staring at my brother like that? He’s working and doesn’t have time to listen to us.”

What?

I just saw Elvis’ fingers pause.

“Brother, we’ll go to school.”

“Okay.”

His voice was as cold as his person.

I grabbed the luggage at the door, pulled my best friend, and left without even saying hello to my dad.

Sarah refused to take the bus with me and insisted on driving me in her cool sports car.

“Let me get off at the intersection near the school.”

“I know. I won’t disturb you on your disguise game.”

I opened the car door, waved goodbye to my Sarah, and blew her a kiss to thank her for giving me a ride to school.

When I arrived at the school gate, I saw my classmates with backpacks and suitcases. Only then did I realize that I was in such a hurry that I only brought my suitcase and forgot my backpack.

What a miserable thing! I didn’t want to go back and see Elvis.

Under the scorching sun, I silently walked to a shady corner, took out my phone, and prepared to persuade my dad to ask the driver to bring my backpack to me.

Summoning up courage, just as I was about to make a call, I saw a familiar figure getting out of a luxury car out of the corner of my eye.

I looked up and took a careful look, and I was dumbfounded.

Jeff got off a Mercedes-Benz, which should cost two or three million.

I hadn’t heard that Jeff had such a rich friend. Could it be a hitchhiker?

I was about to go up and ask, but the next second, I saw Jeff running to the other side and opening the car door with a bright face.

A woman came out of the car. Then she held Jeff with a shy look and leaned on him.

Speaking of which, I had been dating Jeff for half a year, and we hadn’t been this intimate. At most, we just hold hands.

Damn it, had I been cheated on?

Countless thoughts were swirling in my mind. For the sake of Jeff, I had let go of my identity as the Carlson family’s young lady and became a laughingstock in the socialite circle.

I didn’t expect Jeff to be this kind of scumbag.

Jeff, who was far away, hugged the woman and helped her with her luggage, looking very pleased.

The people around them cast envious glances at them.

Maybe because my gaze was too intense, Jeff looked at me for a moment.

His eyes were calm, without guilt, apology, or panic. He walked into the school with that woman and had no intention of explaining.

I really wanted to smash his head with my phone.

Just as I was about to rush over, I heard a mocking voice from behind.

“Isabella.”

Huh?

I turned around and saw Elvis standing not far behind me.

I was panicking. How long had he been here? How much did he see?

Elvis walked towards me step by step, his eyes filled with amusement.

“Why did you find a boyfriend in the garbage dump?”

Damn it! He saw everything.

When Elvis left, there was a mysterious smile on his face, and he seemed to be mocking.

When I saw that, I almost crushed the suitcase handle.

He must be laughing at me.

After all, when I made a bet with my dad, he was also there.