Camila arched a brow and replied, “It turns out that the thing you value most in the world actually belonged to her all along. What a beautiful relationship you have there."

Isaac clamped his mouth shut. He could not deny it. After all, Fidelia was the one who saved him when he was a child. Otherwise, he likely would not have offered her a position in the company.

“You should leave. My future husband will be here soon." Camila was exhausted, but she had to pretend to be a happy bride-to-be in Isaac's presence.

Isaac reached out again to hold her hand. In a more solemn tone, he said, "Come with me."

“I'm marrying Jaylen, and that's final. Go back to Fidelia, and leave my life alone forever. There's nothing between us now."

“But all I want is you." As soon as he completed what he said, he moved closer to her and took her into his arms. He admired her stunning appearance with avarice and asked, "Do you really want to marry him?"

“Yes, I must marry him."

Camila averted her gaze as she spoke. "If you're here to give your blessing, you're more than welcome to do so; if you're just here to insult, then leave."

“Mr. Johnston."

Jaylen, all dressed up, came over and gave Isaac a smile.

“You shouldn't be hugging my future wife like that. It's rude and inappropriate. Not to mention, you're a well-known public figure. Aren't you worried that your actions might spark rumours?"

Instead of letting her go, Isaac embraced her even more tightly. He whispered in her ear, “Are you really going to marry him?"

"Yes!" Camila then shoved him away.

Isaac staggered backward awkwardly. Though he appeared cool, he was actually boiling inside. "You won't regret it?"

She cocked her head and proclaimed, “Never. I'll never regret it." Even though Jaylen was pressuring her into marrying him, she was upset that Isaac had started dating Fidelia so soon.

If Isaac was free to date other women, there was no reason why she could not wed another man.

She could not tolerate the fact that he was dating Fidelia, but she forced herself to stop thinking about it.

“I will make you regret this." Camila smoothed out the wrinkles of the wedding dress in a composed manner.

Isaac, being a man of pride, scoffed.

“You'll make me regret it?" "Yes!" Camila replied firmly.

“Keep dreaming. Why would I regret Letting you go when I have a lot of women throwing themselves at me?" After making this statement, Isaac turned around and briskly left. If one looked closely enough, one would notice the pulsing of the veins on his forehead.

It was clear that Isaac's composure was just an act.

Camila was not thrilled by his anger, though. Her expression was sullen, and nobody could guess what was going through her mind. Jaylen, on the other hand, Looked pleased.

"It Looks Like you and Isaac have truly broken up.”

Camila gave him a sidelong glance.