Chapter 39 {Stay Away From My Son}

Isabella pointed at herself Mercy seemed to have been court up she was shocked at what Isabella did but she couldn't help it but burst out laughing. Her showing respect you might as well ask her to not be a sleeping goddess!

Isabella shot a sidelong glance at Mercy, noticing that she was struggling not to laugh. It seemed like the situation amused her just as much as it did Isabella.

The store manager, on the other hand, was not amused. He stepped closer to Isabella and crossed his arms.

"You think this is funny?" he asked sternly.

Isabella raised an eyebrow at the store manager's tone. She wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest.

"Actually," she said coolly.

"I do."

The store manager clenched his fists in frustration as he tried to maintain his composure. He was used to dealing with entitled customers, but Isabella seemed like a whole different breed.

Mercy fall over and she burst out laughing she was hitting the ground oh big sis she can truly funny oh my goodness!

"Hahahshasha! Oh my gosh…Hhahah" Mercy covered her mouth she wanted to watch this if only she had popcorn.

The store manager shot a disapproving look at Mercy as she fell to the ground laughing. He was already annoyed by Isabella's attitude, but now he had another problem on his hands.

Isabella glanced at her friend, noticing that she was having a hard time keeping herself together. She couldn't help but feel amused by the situation.

The store manager turned his attention back to Isabella, his patience wearing thin.

"This is a place of business," he said sternly.

"We have rules and expectations for our customers."

Isabella rolled her eyes at him, clearly not impressed by his attempt to assert authority.

"Are you a god?"

The store manager looked at Isabella as if she had just asked him a ridiculous question. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" he said, his tone dripping with disbelief.

"Are you a god? King? An immortal?" Isabella asked.

The store manager looked at her like she was crazy. He had no idea where this line of questioning was coming from.

"No," he said slowly.

"I am not a god or a king or an immortal. I'm just the manager of this store."

"Then I won't care it was just trash I could use my backpack as a rug."

Mercy looked at Isabella with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

"What do you mean it was just trash?" she asked.

"That backpack was worth thousands of dollars, and the bracelet... that bracelet is one of God Fashion Designer's most anticipated releases. It hasn't even been released yet!"

"You be quiet, as for you…well nothing I am tired."

Mercy was used this and she can tell Isabella isn't being harsh if she wanted to be mean well she will be mean.

The store manager, on the other hand, looked like he was about to lose his patience completely. He clenched his fists and took a step closer to Isabella.

"You can't just waltz in here and treat our merchandise like it's nothing!" he snapped.

Isabella didn't flinch as the store manager stepped closer to her. She held his gaze with a cool, indifferent expression.

"And why not?" she asked. "I can do whatever I want."

The store manager looked like he was about to explode from frustration.

"Because you're not the owner of this store," he snapped.

Isabella shrugged nonchalantly, as if the fact that she wasn't the owner of the store was a minor inconvenience.

"So?" she said simply.

"Doesn't mean I can't destroy whatever I want."

The store manager's face turned red with anger as he listened to Isabella's carefree attitude.

Mercy looked at her friend with a mixture of shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe that Isabella was being so nonchalant about destroying such expensive items.

The store manager clenched his fists even tighter, clearly struggling to maintain control over himself. He took another step closer to Isabella, towering over her.

"Come any closer you are a goner," Isabella said her voice was deadly Isabella dislike being touched by other men aside from her brother and her son and some close people hey that's about it. She had killing instinct in her eyes.

The store manager took a step back at the look in Isabella's eyes. He had never seen someone so cold and calculating before.

Mercy was still on the ground, watching this whole interaction with wide eyes. She knew that Isabella could be dangerous when provoked.

"Bell lets go," Mercy said she grabbed Isabella arm and dragged her away before she beat someone to unconscious state or killed them!

Isabella let herself be dragged away by Mercy, her eyes still fixed on the store manager. She was clearly not happy about being pulled away from the situation.

The store manager stood there for a moment, watching as they walked out of the store. He looked shaken and confused by what had just happened.

Mercy led Isabella out of the store and into the bright sunlight outside. She let go of her friend's arm once they were a safe distance away from the store.

"What was that all about?" she asked, looking at Isabella with concern.

"They started it."

Mercy sighed and shook her head.

"You can't just destroy expensive merchandise because someone pisses you off," she said gently.

Isabella crossed her arms and looked away, still clearly annoyed by the situation.

Mercy dropped off Isabella who held shopping bags she bought something for kids she smiled and she turn around.

"Thanks Mercy."

"I must say you are interesting Big Sis!"

Mercy smiled and nodded.

"Anytime," she said. "And don't worry about it."

As Isabella turned around and started walking away with her shopping bags full of gifts for the kids, Mercy couldn't help but feel a little worried about her friend's temper.

Mercy watched as Isabella walked away, disappearing into the crowd. She couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for her friend.

She knew that Isabella was beautiful and talented, with countless admirers from all over the galaxy. But her temper could be a real obstacle when it came to finding love.

Mercy shook her head and sighed. She knew that Isabella was a complex person, with a fierce independence and a short fuse. It would take someone special to tame her wild heart.

As she turned to walk away, Mercy couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever be able to break through Isabella's tough exterior and win her over. Mercy drove and Isabella was inside Spacd Empire Hotel Lobby.

Isabella walked into the spacious lobby of the Spacd Empire Hotel, her shopping bags in hand. The hotel was luxurious and elegant, with high ceilings and plush furniture.

As she made her way towards the elevators, Isabella noticed several people turning to look at her. She was used to getting attention for her beauty, but today it seemed like even more people were staring than usual.

A gentle woman grabbed Isabella by the arm. Isabella was about to slap the person who touched her but she notice men in black there was a handsome tall bold shoulders sharp jawline he wore his sunglasses but he took them off. He was holding a small in his arms. The man wore an expensive dark blue suit.

Isabella froze as the man approached her, noticing his sharp jawline and broad shoulders. She flinch or get intimidated by his presence.

The man looked at Isabella intently, taking in every detail of her face.

The man studied Isabella's face for a moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be taking in every detail of her features.

He then looked down at the baby in his arms, who was now starting to squirm and fuss.

"Shhh…it's okay," he said gently.

Isabella couldn't help but feel intrigued by the sight of this tall, handsome stranger holding a baby so tenderly.

Isabella felt shocked for a moment and glared at him her eyes looked like they were burning hell a person who would just destroy anything. While this man his pupils were golden, and they emanated an ineffable feeling of purity. If you stared into them long enough, you would begin to feel a sense of pressure. At this moment it felt the room is getting both hotter and colder.

"I know what you are trying to do I hate woman who try to use my son to get something from me, sleep with me, or earn a status in the House of Beaufort Dynasty," the man said coldly. Isabella mood was already bad she was tired and now this mean is accusing her!

"Sir do you need your brain check?"

*The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at Isabella.

"My brain is just fine," he said coldly.

"And I'm telling you to stay away from my son."

The five year old boy in his arms began to squirm more urgently now, sensing the tension between them.