Chapter 3 It Is Him

• Isabella was standing at the edge of the stage, so everyone heard what she said. At the same time, her father and everyone else rushed over.
• “What the hell are you doing, Isabella?” José was red with fury.
• “Yeah, Isabella. H-How could you say that?” Amanda put on a disappointed and helpless look.
• “Are you insane, Isabella? This is equivalent to giving your money away!” Luciana grimaced as the thought came to her mind.
• Isabella ignored everyone behind her. Her eyes were fixated only on the man before her. “Did you hear me, sir? If you marry me, you’ll have a lot of money after three years. It’s a great deal.”
• The man looked down at her and chuckled. “Lady, proposals are to be done by a man, not a woman.” His husky voice sounded sexy.
• Isabella was stumped. The guests were also stunned for a moment before they started laughing at her with mockery. Everyone thought the man was refusing her.
• José felt like kicking his daughter at this instant. “Get back here, Isabella!”
• The moment his words came out, the man’s deep voice sounded, “I’ll marry you.”
• Everyone went dead silent all of a sudden.
• “I’m Saber Moore, currently twenty-eight years old and single. I currently work at RS International Group. Ms. Isabella Sera, will you marry me?”
• Isabella started crying. “Thank you! I do!” She was thankful that this man appeared in the nick of time. Now that he had agreed to it, the weight on her heart was finally lifted. Isabella didn’t care who he was, for all it mattered to her was that he was willing to save her.
• The crowd exploded into discussion.
• “What the heck? Did I hear that correctly? Saber Moore? RS International’s Saber Moore?”
• “Holy cow! He’s the legendary Mr. Moore?”
• “What? I thought he doesn’t go near women! Is this guy a fake?”
• “What a pity. He has never shown himself in public, nor did he accept interviews. We don’t even have his picture, so we won’t know whether this guy is the real deal.”
• “I don’t think he’s a fake. Also, even if you are the bravest man in the world, would you dare impersonate Mr. Moore? Well, unless you have a death wish. Besides, this guy is hot. We don’t know much about Mr. Moore, but we do know he’s gorgeous.”
• Isabella brushed off her tears and turned back to the people on the stage. “I’ll say this one more time. The engagement between Mr. Jonas Westwood and me is canceled. We have nothing to do with each other from this moment on. And now, I will be marrying...” Isabella’s gaze shifted to the man as she couldn’t remember his name.
• “Saber Moore.” He smiled at her.
• “Saber Moore!” She stared back at them fearlessly.
• José said, “Are you really Mr. Moore of RS International?”
• Saber nodded calmly. “As real as it can get.”
• Timotheus wasn’t looking too happy now. He glared at his son and Stella. It’s all this brat’s fault!
• Julia and Yvonne, on the other hand, were dumbfounded. He’s drop-dead gorgeous. How can someone this good-looking exist?
• Saber’s eyes swept across everyone on the stage. “You’re Isabella’s family, yes? I’m sorry to announce our wedding in this manner today. Please give me some time, and I’ll personally pay a visit.”
• He then turned around and placed Isabella’s hand on his elbow as he told her gently, “It’s settled then. Let’s go.”
• “Mr. Moore, don’t fall for her trick! She tried everything to please my brother all these years so that she could get her hands on him! My brother was so annoyed by her pestering ways, and if even he doesn’t want her, how could she be worthy of you!” Julia shouted in a hurry.
• I am not going to let Isabella have him. He’s just too good to be true. If he wants to marry someone, it’s going to be me! Isabella is just a piece of trash!
• “Yes, Mr. Moore, don’t go! M-My father hasn’t agreed to this!” Yvonne was also panicking.
• She wouldn’t say something as stupid as Julia did, but keeping Saber here was in her plans. If they were to leave, everyone would think he and Isabella were engaged.
• I am not going to let that happen no matter what. A man like him should be mine!
• “Dad, say something! You can’t let Isabella go just like this! Mr. Westwood hasn’t agreed to renege on this marriage contract!”
• José understood the meaning behind the look his beloved daughter gave him, so he let out a cough. “Get back here, Isabella!”
• Timotheus and Luciana exchanged glances before the latter said, “Stop messing around, Isabella. Come back, and we’ll talk about it.”
• Saber felt Isabella tighten her grip on his arm, so he patted her hand to put her at ease. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at everyone on the stage. “Thank you for falling in love with someone else, Mr. Westwood. I’m grateful for that. Because of that, I can marry Isabella now.”
• Everyone stared at Saber in shock, including Isabella. As she studied his side profile, she couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. She did not expect that this random guy would go to such lengths to help her.
• Saber turned to José. “Mr. Shaw, do you have any objections about marrying your daughter to me?” Although he sounded calm, Saber radiated an imposing aura that sent a chill down José’s spine.
• “Jonas, Jonas, my stomach is hurting!” someone groaned in agony. It was Stella who had her arm wrapped around Jonas’. She was clutching her stomach and curled up in pain.
• “What’s wrong, Stella?” Jonas sounded worried and concerned.
• Isabella’s gaze darkened as her heart ached. At the same time, the Westwood couple was glaring at Stella.
• Stella then revealed the shocking truth, her voice trembling. “I-I’m two months pregnant now.”
• “What? You’re pregnant with Jonas’ kid?” Luciana was shocked.
• Stella nodded as her face twisted in a grimace. “Jonas, my belly hurts!”
• Jonas said in a panic, “W-What should I do?” He didn’t expect Stella to be pregnant. His gaze shifted to Isabella, but his head hung low when his eyes met her teary ones.