Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

Isabella rushed all the way to the land bureau, causing a scene and frantically questioning why the new high–tech zone wasn’t being built by the Leith River as she had anticipated.

The people at the bureau looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

“Miss Smith, the location of the high–tech zone is decided by the higher–ups. Making a scene here won’t change anything,” one of them said diplomatically.

“I don’t care! You sold me that land, you have to take responsibility,” Isabella argued stubbornly, adding, “At the very least, you should refund me the ten million dollars. Can’t I just return the land to you?”

The bureau officer glanced at her, “Miss Smith, you can sell the land to someone else. But selling it back to the government? That’s not an option.”

Isabella’s face turned into a portrait of frustration.

These barren lands remained unsold, gathering dust in the government’s hands since no one wanted to undertake such a risky investment.

Isabella, however, wished someone would take this burden off her hands. But who would be foolish enough to purchase a wasteland requiring a hefty sum to develop?

In her past life, it was only the considerable influx of funds from the government and private investors that had brought this area to life.

“I don’t care! I demand you to buy it back at the original price!” Isabella insisted vehemently, determined to cause a scene until she got her way.

At first, the officer engaged with her calmly, but Isabella’s escalating aggressiveness was met with a brick wall of patience.

Finally, unable to tolerate her tantrum any longer, an officer dialed the police.

In no time, the police arrived.

On charges of picking quarrels and provoking troubles, they took Isabella away without any hesitation

As the cell door closed behind her, she felt like her world was crumbling.

“Isn’t it said that the squeaky wheel gets the grease? How did I end up behind bars?” she

thought

Isabella was slapped with a seven–day detention sentence.

Despite feeling profoundly wronged, she didn’t dare make another scene, fearing that her charges might escalate.

In the holding cell, surrounded by towering, stern–faced women, a shiver raced through Isabella, her scalp tingling with fear.

She couldn’t comprehend how she had ended up in such a dire situation.

“Why did the government change their decision so suddenly? she wondered, her mind swirling with confusion.

Ben was still investing in the future high–tech park, just like he had in her previous life.

“Why this change? Were my past experiences merely fragments of a dream, events that never truly existed? Or did my reincarnation flutter the wings of a butterfly, altering the course of many events?” She thought.

If that was the case, what was the purpose of her being reborn?

Locked away, Isabella continued to grapple with her existential doubts.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lynn had been calling out for a while with no response, his face darkening to a stormy hue.

Upon pulling some strings to investigate the matter, Monica’s father found that, to his disbelief, Isabella had indeed been incarcerated.

The rumor had it that after having buyer’s remorse over the wasteland purchase, she had caused a ruckus at the land bureau. This tumultuous behavior had swiftly earned her a charge of causing disturbances and she was put behind bars.

Mr. Lynn was confused.

Piecing together the bits of information from Isabella’s outbursts, he managed to grasp

the situation.

It seemed that Isabella had received some sort of tip–off, convincing her that the barren land she purchased was slated for development.

But, in a cruel twist of fate, it was a different plot of land that was being developed.

Consequently, Isabella had landed herself with a white elephant that threatened to swallow a colossal amount of capital for development.

Even if she wanted to unload this burden, finding a willing buyer now seemed like a pipe.

dream.

What about his six million dollars?

Mr. Lynn’s face darkened in an instant.

But with Isabella now locked up, he was left with no options but to wait for her release, and then somehow find a way to recover his money.

Meanwhile in Anaville, the news of Isabella’s detainment reached Ben, who couldn’t help

but chuckle.

“This woman is even more foolish than I initially thought. She seems to have no redeeming qualities without her foreknowledge,” he thought amusingly.

Ben had figured it out by now.

In the past life, without Isabella’s involvement, he would have invested in the land by the Leith River as planned.

Subsequently, after a public announcement by the government, he would have resold the land at a profit.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

In reality, it was all an orchestrated act between Ben and the local government.

The government’s vigorous promotion of Ben’s ten million dollars investment turning into a whopping hundred million dollars profit was merely a ploy to allure other investors, convincing them of the lucrative potential of the land. This way, it would attract a flood of capital that would truly kickstart the development of the area.

In a nutshell, Ben’s so–called business miracle of earning a hundred million was nothing more than a clever tactic to draw in investments.

Ironically, Isabella had rushed onto the stage with only half the script, leading to a catastrophic downfall.

With the Isabella issue sorted, Ben seemed to be in high spirits.

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On their way home, even Susan couldn’t resist asking, seeing his gleeful demeanor, “Why are you so happy all of a sudden?”

Ben couldn’t hold back his laughter as he recounted Isabella’s self–sabotaging antics that

led her straight into jail to Susan.

Susan was at a loss for words.

She found it hard to articulate her thoughts on Isabella’s recent maneuver.

“Thanks to her, I was able to poach quite a few promising talents for my newly established Future Entertainment,” Ben said with a grin, seemingly unfazed by Isabella’s downfall. “Seeing her in this miserable state, I feel slightly guilty.”

Susan gave him a sidelong glance.

To her, Ben didn’t seem remorseful in the slightest.

However, it was true that Isabella was indeed in a sorry state.

Her foresight ability was so wonderful.

Had she been up against anyone else, she would have probably triumphed spectacularly.

Unfortunately for her, she encountered Ben, a sly fox who not only utilized her abilities to his advantage but also managed to strip her of everything she had.

It was indeed…

“Do you want to give me some praise?” Ben asked with a puppy dog look, begging for approval.

“Why should I praise you?” Susan retorted, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of red. Ben immediately put on a pitiful expression. “Alright then, it was my duty after all,” he said, though his eyes radiated a sense of grievance which seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

Finding herself at a loss, Susan turned her head and quickly planted a light kiss on his cheek.

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Ben’s eyes sparkled with delight, prompting him to ask, “Can I have another one?”

The driver was speechless.

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“Why am I constantly subjected to this public display of affection?” he thought silently, feeling somewhat besieged by their lovey–dovey behavior.

“Scram!” Susan snapped at Ben, her face a mask of embarrassed rage. “Don’t push your luck! First Monica, now Isabella, and here you are, getting all cocky! I haven’t even started on your penchant for attracting women yet!”

Ben feigned innocence with a shrug, “I’m blameless here. I didn’t wish for this either.”

Seething, Susan retorted venomously, “That’s the sole reason you’re still breathing.”

The driver couldn’t help but feel a tad anxious, overhearing the fiery exchange from the

backseat.

“Would Mr. Landor get angry with Mrs. Landor’s harsh words?” he wondered nervously.

“What should I do if their argument escalates? Perhaps I should pull over…”

Caught up in his whirlpool of thoughts, the driver was jolted back to reality when Ben suddenly turned his head and planted a kiss on Susan.

Heaven knows how much he adored this fiercely candid side of her.

Susan shot him a glare but then naturally leaned into his embrace.

The driver was at a loss, his mind echoing with a singular thought, “Any argument that doesn’t end with talks of divorce is just a blatant display of affection.”