Chapter 138
Agnes was fuming with rage. “I knew that little tramp from the country was full of tricks! I don’t know what she did behind the scenes, but she’s got the old man and your parents wrapped around her little finger. Even the young master has fallen for her tricks p>
“And now, even Mr. Blackwood p>
“Agnes, what should I do?” Isabella cried, her eyes blurry with tears, feeling utterly helpless. “Nicholas doesn’t even see me p>
“Miss Isabella, you have to fight back! You can’t let that country bumpkin win!” Agnes patted Isabella’s back, her eyes glinting fiercely. “No matter what, you cannot give Mr. Blackwood up p>
An idea sparked in Agnes’s mind, and she leaned close to Isabella’s ear. “Mr. Blackwood is under that little vixen’s spell right now, so we can’t approach him directly. Our priority is to make him see that vixen’s true colors! We have to make him understand who is truly fit to be the future lady of the Blackwood family p>
She patted Isabella’s hand. “For now… we can start with the other members of the Blackwood family p>
“The people Mr. Blackwood cares about most are Old Mr. Blackwood and Miss Blackwood! You just need to work on those two, and you’ll be halfway to marrying into the Blackwood family p>
Isabella sniffled, looking at Agnes through tear-filled eyes. “But but Brianna p>
She had angered Brianna so much that she’d had a heart attack. Would Brianna still help her?
“She’s just a seventeen-year-old girl. A little flattery is all it takes to win her over!” Agnes schemed. “Miss Isabella, just spend more time around Miss Blackwood. You’re so exceptional, you really think you can’t handle a young girl p>
“As for Old Mr. Blackwood… that’s even easier! Doesn’t he always praise you for being so well-behaved and sensible? It’s obvious he likes you very much! As long as Old Mr. Blackwood gives his approval and insists on the engagement between our families, Mr. Blackwood is so respectful he’ll surely listen! When that happens… you’ll still be the one engaged to Mr. Blackwood p>
“What is that country bumpkin? She won’t stand a chance against you p>
Isabella’s crying abruptly stopped. Beneath her tears, a light began to shine in her eyes.
It was an almost manic gleam.
Yes!
Agnes was right!
As long as she could win over Old Mr. Blackwood and Brianna.
Nicholas would have to marry her!
No matter how many tricks Serena had up her sleeve, she would never be able to shake her position!
The next day.
As soon as Serena came downstairs, she saw Isabella approaching her with a cheerful smile, carrying a fine tray.
On the tray were perfectly golden toast, a fried egg, and a glass of milk.
“Good morning, Serena p>
Isabella’s smile was warmer than ever, almost sickeningly sweet. “After tasting your cooking last night, I thought I should return the favor! I made this special breakfast Just for you. Please, try it p>
Sereed straight past her
without a glance, speaking to a nearby Alfred in a flat voice, “Alfred, could you please prepare my breakfast? The usual p>
Alfred immediately complied. “Of course, Miss Serena p>
Isabella’s smile froze on her face, her fingers tightening on the tray.
She stared at Serena’s lazy,
indifferen
heret
her
profile, suppressing rage. She moved in front of Serena again,
ervice tinged with hurt.net”