The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 182

Magnus confirmed his chips before dialing Isabella's father’s number, uttering just one sentence. "Mr.

Simmons, I didn't think you had it in you to keep your cool! The company will bear the name of the

Andersen Corporation by tomorrow. You can take your wife and children and leave Melfort now."

Mr. Simmons had been in a state of distress all day. He was always meticulous in his work, and the

company was flourishing under his management. Of course, the Simmons Group was nothing

compared to the colossal Andersen Corporation—a mere speck in the business world, incapable of

withstanding the Andersen Corporation's thunderous assault.

Just as Mr. Simmons was racking his brains, unable to understand why the Andersen Corporation

would target him, he received this call from Magnus, and everything clicked into place. For many years,

they had coexisted peaceably with the Andersen Corporation and even cooperated on a few minor

projects. Now, with Magnus' words, it was clear that the problem lay with his beloved daughter.

Closing his eyes in frustration, he knew Isabella had been infatuated with Magnus, and even went to

lengths to seduce him behind closed doors. But he never imagined that her actions would result in such

a dire consequence.

Mrs. Andersen and her child had drowned at sea. This was sensational news in Melfort, and he had

been worried about the implications this would have for Isabella. Now, his company was being

acquired.

"Mr. Andersen, I beg you to spare the Simmons family. I have severed ties with my disgraceful

daughter. Her fate is no longer my concern." Michael didn't want to see his life's work crumble to dust,

so he ruthlessly abandoned his daughter to protect his family.

Magnus remained silent, closed his eyes, and hung up the phone.

As soon as he put down the phone, Michael immediately called Isabella to come to the office. Isabella

drove her little Chevrolet to the office. She had recently learned about Natalia's drowning and was

overjoyed, seeing everything in a positive light.

Natalia was dead, perfect! It wouldn’t be long before she could replace Natalia as the new wife of

Magnus!

As she walked into her father's office, striding confidently in her high heels, and brimming with triumph,

she was met with a resounding slap in the face.

Isabella covered her face in disbelief, staring at her father. "Daddy, have you lost your mind? Why did

you hit me?"

Michael Simmons glared at Isabella with anger. "Lost my mind? You're the one who's lost it, don’t you

think? Are you mad? You deliberately provoked Magnus. Do you know the state you've put the

Simmons family in? You ungrateful child. Get out! You’re no longer a part of this family. I disown you!"

Isabella's face quickly turned bright red from the slap, and her cheek stinging. She yelled out of control,

"What are you talking about? Why can't I provoke Magnus? I like him, and I want to be the wife of the

CEO of the Andersen Corporation!"

"Slap!"

Michael slapped Isabella again, and her ears were ringing from the impact. "You've really lost your

mind! How many times have I told you not to provoke Magnus, but you wouldn't listen, now look! He's

about to swallow up the Simmons Group, and we're going bankrupt!"

Isabella was shocked. "What? We're going bankrupt? No, I'm going to find Magnus. Why is he doing

this?"

"Why? Because he is the king of Melfort." Michael's face was still filled with anger. His gaze towards

Isabella was growing colder. "You don't need to find him. If you want to save the Simmons Group,

there's only one way."

Isabella was anxious. "What way?"

Michael slumped in his chair. "That is to sever ties with you. Only then can the company avoid being

implicated by you!"

Isabella paled. "Daddy, are you really going to disown me?"

Michael sighed deeply, looking at Isabella with some remorse. "Bella, I have no choice. You must

understand that the Simmons family may not be as powerful as the Andersen Corporation, and I can't

let our family business end under my watch. You should leave."

Isabella burst into tears. "No, Daddy, how can you do this? How can you discard me for this? Didn't you

say I was your little princess?"

Michael looked at Isabella with a hint of sadness, and sighed, "Ah, what can I do? If it weren't for your

wrongdoings, would Magnus target the Simmons family? I'm not just responsible for you but for

thousands of families. If the Simmons Group goes bankrupt, where will they go?"

"What do their lives have to do with me? Dad, you promised to give me a princess-like life. How can

you ignore me for these people?" Isabella cried out loud.

"Secretary!" Michael shouted.

Immediately, Michael's secretary entered the room.

"Sir!"

"Announce immediately that the CEO of Simmons Group and his daughter Isabella are severing ties.

Freeze all her bank cards, and seize her property!"

Michael's commanding voice made Isabella take a step back. She stared at her father with wide eyes,

as if she didn't recognize him.

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Tears streamed down Isabella’s face as she dashed out the door, colliding head-on with her mother,

Desiree.

"Isabella, what's wrong?" Desiree asked, looking at her daughter's tear-stained face.

“Mommy, Daddy is disowning me!” Isabella wailed out loud.

“What… What on earth makes you disown our child, Michael?” Desiree fired at her husband.

“If I don't disown her, we’ll all end up homeless and begging in the streets. Choose! Daughter or

destitution?” Michael retorted.

“I…” Desiree was speechless.

Unable to hold back her emotions, Isabella ran out again. Her tears were blurring her vision. As the sun

set, her sobbing continued into the night. Suddenly, she remembered Magnus and thought of pleading

with him to spare the Simmons family. Surely, he would show them mercy for old times' sake.

As she rose to return home, a group of vagrants approached her.

“Hey, there's a pretty lady here. What're you doing out here so late, sweetheart?”

“Get lost!”

“Did you have a fight with your boyfriend, darling? Come, let us comfort you.”

They surrounded her, tearing at Isabella’s clothes.

“Get away… somebody, help!” Isabella’s clothes were torn off in an instant, exposing her body.

In the darkness, lecherous hands explored her body. The vagabonds were laughing grotesquely.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure swooped in, grabbing one of the vagabond's hands with a loud “snap!” The

vagabond cried out in agony as the shadow swiftly knocked them all down, draping his jacket around

Isabella.

In the moonlight, Isabella saw the man's deep, dark eyes, as fierce as a demon from hell, locking onto

her. Terrified, she fainted.

The mysterious figure scooped Isabella into his arms and hopped onto a speedboat, quickly

disappearing into the waters off the coast of Melfort.