Chapter 270: The Position of President 2

Wearing an out-of-season Chanel suit, Isobel Davis nervously looked up at Ian Leighton, who was a head and a half taller than her. Biting her lower lip…her eyes filled with tears even before she could speak.

"Miss Isobel…what's the matter?" Ian Leighton's words were polite, but there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"I really have no choice…I can only beg you, my son…he really needs the surgery expenses!" Isobel Davis was an exceptionally beautiful woman.

Back in the day when Isobel Davis was with Ian Leighton, many people described her temperament as that of Lin Daiyu's from Dream of the Red Chamber…a delicate beauty with a sad aura, tender to the touch, and always appearing weak and pitiable. No man could resist her charm.

Isobel Davis may not have been as delicate as Gail Wright or Grace Gordon, but her frail and pitiful demeanor made her attractive to men.