The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Isabelle’s Desperation

Only now did Isabelle come to a slow, painful realization—Nathaniel was just as self-centered as she was, utterly selfish at his core. Despite this harsh truth, even if his feelings for her were faint, she found herself unwilling to let go.

Swallowing the sting of her pride, she finally said, “Fine. I’ll have Isaac handle it quickly so I don’t hold you back.”

“That’s better,” Nathaniel replied sharply. “And don’t forget the Chunk Corp project. The bidding starts soon. You promised you’d help me with it, didn’t you?”

Isabelle felt her frustration bubbling over. Here she was, already struggling to keep her head above water, and all he cared about was the Chunk Corp project.

When the call ended, she sat motionless for a moment, her fingers tangled in her hair as anger and helplessness swirled inside her. She scrolled through the endless stream of hateful comments online, wishing she could reach through the screen and silence those keyboard warriors with her bare hands.

Then, almost on impulse, she opened Estella’s Twitter account.

The stark contrast hit her like a slap in the face.

While Isabelle was being torn apart by critics, Estella was receiving praise and adulation from all corners. Isabelle’s investments were crumbling under pressure, yet Estella’s career was soaring to new heights.

Such comparisons could drive anyone to the brink of madness.

She refused to accept it. As the eldest daughter of the Monroe family, how could she possibly be outshone by Estella?

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was her assistant.

“Ms. Monroe, do you still want to keep pushing forward with the Chunk Corp project?” the assistant asked cautiously.

Since Isabelle had essentially stopped showing up, the project managers had lost enthusiasm. Without any sign of leadership or hope, their efforts had become half-hearted at best.

The assistant wanted to remind her that without consistent follow-up, the proposal for Chunk Corp would never be completed on time.

Isabelle snapped, her voice sharp. “They can’t work unless I’m constantly babysitting them? If I have to watch over them every minute, then what am I even paying them for?”

The assistant bit her tongue, knowing better than to argue. The truth was, this project was complicated; crafting a winning proposal required real effort. But with Isabelle’s fiery temper, any attempt to explain was pointless.

It was 1:45 a.m. when Isabelle finally sighed deeply. Working under Ms. Monroe was exhausting, and her assistant was already thinking about quitting after the New Year.

Suddenly, an idea struck Isabelle—a shortcut.

Her brother’s side of the family had plenty of seasoned professionals who had likely completed dozens of high-level proposals. All she had to do was find one to borrow.

That way, she wouldn’t have to waste any more precious time or energy.

With the endless online abuse driving her to the edge, how could she possibly muster the strength to manage a project?

Decision made, Isabelle headed straight to Monroe Corp.

She walked confidently into the project department, the air thick with the faint scent of polished wood and the low hum of fluorescent lights. As the Monroe family’s eldest daughter, she was greeted with respectful nods and subtle bows wherever she went.

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