Chapter 2285

Watching Kyrie storm off with that twisted, bitter face, Andrew let out a dismissive laugh.

Isabelle’s small face showed no expression. “That loser is pathetic. He just dragged the Harding family’s name through the mud. Andrew, do you know that woman in the red dress?”

Andrew tilted his head to look at the stoic girl. “If I said I didn’t, would you believe me?”

Isabelle pouted. “Nope.”

Andrew gave a weary smile. “Since you already saw through it, why bother asking?”

Isabelle blinked her big eyes. “I just wanted to make sure. She’s pretty, especially her figure. It’s way better than mine. I didn’t expect that’s the type you liked, Andrew.”

Andrew had no interest in chatting with this girl about such things. “Belle, I need to get busy now, so don’t follow me.”

However, Isabelle was not giving up that easily and asked, “Don’t you want to know which room Ezekiel is in? This place is huge, and you’ll never find him if you search slowly.”

Andrew sighed helplessly and asked, “Belle, what exactly do you want? You know we’re not even that close.”

Isabelle looked bored as she replied, “I’ve got nothing better to do, so I just wanted to talk to you. Andrew, I don’t hate you, so please don’t hate me either. The grudge between you and the Robertson family? That’s your business and my dad’s business. I don’t want to get involved, and I’m not interested in it.”

Andrew snorted coldly and asked, “So what’s your point? What exactly do you want to say or do?”

Isabelle stepped forward with a serious expression. “I want you to give me… breast enhancement!”

Andrew was instantly petrified, while Isabelle remained completely unfazed.

She continued, “Your junior is Mr. Amari Goodman from Sovereign’s Apothecary, right? The mysterious senior that Amari talks about is you. I’ve seen you going in and out of Sovereign’s Apothecary every single time.

“Poor Mikayla doesn’t know anything. She thinks you’re just some commoner. She doesn’t know the truth, but I do. Andrew, since your medical skills are so amazing, will you help me?”

Andrew was genuinely surprised. He had really underestimated this emotionless girl before, thinking she only knew how to daydream and obsess over martial arts.

Now, it seemed she was quite perceptive. Then again, it made sense as she had grown up, and once women grew up, none of them were easy to deal with.

Andrew pondered for a moment before saying, “My medical skills are indeed pretty decent. But are you serious about the breast enhancement?”

Isabelle’s face finally turned red as she replied, “Of course, I’m serious! I’ve looked like this since I was little. I’m not tall, my chest didn’t develop, and my legs aren’t long either. You know how old I am this year, right? I’m 25 years old.

“At this age, I should have graduated from college and be dating by now. But look at me! I look no different from a middle school student. I want a figure like that lady in the red dress, or like Mikayla’s.”

Andrew took a long breath, his gaze complicated.

Poor girl. So, that was what this was all about. She just wanted curves, just wanted to change her body. She was one of the Robertson family’s three prodigies, yet even she could not escape society’s shallow beauty standards.

Andrew almost felt bad for her.