"Isabella, what do you say?" Julian Johnsons' narrow eyes, filled with adoration, warmly faced her.
But Isabella lightly avoided him, looking past him, and said coldly, "That was something he gave me, you don't have the right to open it."
"Do you need it?"
Julian Johnsons' handsome expression suddenly turned extremely grim, even the pressure around them seemed to drop drastically.
Waldor Jones sensed a chill over his whole body, making a surprised expression at Isabella, "Goddess, you clearly didn't care about that broken box just now!"
"But I've changed my mind." Isabella responded calmly.
"Young Master Johnsons... you and the Goddess... what is going on here?" Waldor Jones admitted not understanding this odd scenario.
He had gone to great lengths to invite Young Master Johnsons here, just to throw dog food at Henry Cooper, that bastard, and torment him, letting him know to whom the Goddess belonged!
