Chapter 91

After class, Isabel and Amara reached the school gate. An e-bike pulled up beside Isabel, and Blake dismounted. More than half a month had passed since Isabel last saw him; she froze momentarily.

He looked lively and confident, striding with an air of excitement. Even astride the e-bike, his elegance was undeniable. "Isabel, surprise!" Blake said, smiling.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?" she exclaimed.

"I wanted to surprise you! I just got off the plane and came straight here to pick you up after class! Am I the perfect fiancé?"

Isabel laughed, glancing at the delivery rider advertisement still affixed to the e-bike. "You really seem to enjoy that e-bike." This was the same e-bike Roy used for food deliveries, now Blake's prized possession.

"Absolutely! Those memories with your family are some of the best times of my life. Plus, I've modified it; it's quicker than a car now! I want to take you for a ride."

"Wow! Isabel, your fiancé is back! You two are sweet," Amara said, her eyes bright. She recognized Blake immediately—the driver of the Bentley. Rich people know how to have fun, she mused. Why would he ride an e-bike?

"No wonder Yvette joked that Isabel's fiancé was just a delivery man. How could they not see?" Amara thought. "Have they ever met a delivery guy who looks so striking and sophisticated?"

"Hi, Amara. I'm sorry, I can't take you along today," Blake said, gesturing at the e-bike.

Amara smiled knowingly. "I get it. Bye! I've seen enough of you two showing off your romance!" She suspected Blake had chosen the e-bike to exclude her, leaving no room for a third wheel.

"Isabel, hop on! Let's go for a ride," Blake urged.

Isabel turned to Amara. "I'm leaving."

"Go for it," Amara waved.

Isabel hopped on the e-bike, and they sped off. The wind whipped through her hair. Just as Amara was contemplating the eccentricities of the wealthy, Yvette and her friends arrived.

"Amara, you're so loyal to Isabel, but she left you behind!" one sneered.

"You don't understand! Isabel is on a date with her fiancé."

"Her fiancé? The delivery guy?" Yvette laughed, relishing the opportunity to tease Isabel.

Amara crossed her arms. "Isabel's fiancé isn't a delivery man—he's just a wealthy guy who likes to live differently. You have no idea; Isabel's fiancé drives a Bentley. He's very rich!"

Yvette and her friends laughed heartily. "Amara, you've really sunk low to lie about this. He's clearly just a delivery guy—I saw Isabel get on that e-bike! And you're here defending her?"

"I'm not!" Amara retorted angrily.

Yvette patted her shoulder. "Amara, staying with Isabel won't help you. She might have a Bentley-driving boyfriend, but that's just her sugar daddy—you've been fooled!"

Amara stared in shock. She had just seen Blake emerge from a Bentley; they were engaged, not involved in a sugar baby arrangement.

"Yvette, you're just jealous of Isabel. She's not at all what you say—her fiancé is actually rich. Stop spreading lies!" Amara said firmly, but her voice was ignored.

"Enough, Yvette. No use wasting breath on her. She's too far gone in her infatuation with Isabel to see reason; let's leave," a classmate suggested.

Yvette shook her head and walked away. Amara muttered, "I am so mad!"

She sent Isabel a voice message: "Isabel, I'm so angry! Right after you left, Yvette and her crew showed up, talking nonsense about you being supported by a sugar daddy, saying your fiancé is just a delivery man—it's disgusting! Next time, you should have your fiancé drive the Bentley right in front of them and show them the truth! I want to see them hit with reality! I can't take this anymore!"

After sending the message, she received no reply. Amara figured Isabel was probably busy on their date. She grabbed an iced coffee to cool down.

"Isabel, are you having fun? How does the e-bike feel? Doesn't it go as fast as a motorcycle?" Blake asked, radiating youthful energy.

"It's alright," Isabel replied.

A Ferrari pulled up beside them, and the driver whistled. "Hey, gorgeous! Why are you on an e-bike? Come on, get in my car; I'll take you anywhere you want!"

Blake, angered by the man's attempt to flirt with Isabel, warned, "Hey, buddy, do you think I'm just going to stand by and let that happen?"

"Come on, man, we can't let this beauty suffer! How about you lend me your girlfriend for a day?" the driver joked, mistaking Blake for a delivery guy.

"Want to steal my girl? How about we race and see who's faster?" Blake challenged.

He'd simply wanted to enjoy the ride with Isabel. But on the e-bike, he felt others looking down on them. If I'd been in the Bentley today, he thought, this guy probably wouldn't have dared to speak so boldly.

"Alright, I win, let me take your girlfriend!" The driver pushed his car to its limits.

"Isabel, hold on tight!" Blake shouted.

Isabel clung to his waist; the speed was exhilarating. The e-bike shot forward like an arrow. The man in the Ferrari was stunned, amazed at the e-bike's speed.