Chapter 112 The Real Glamoore

Isabella didn't know how Theodore would deal with Queenie, but that wasn't something she could ask. Deep down, she knew he couldn't bring himself to be truly cruel to Queenie. Maybe they really had some unforgettable history together. If that was the case, what was the point of asking more questions? That night, Theodore stayed by Isabella's side. He only went to his study after she had fallen asleep. But she hadn't actually fallen asleep. After everything that had happened, how could she? Her mind kept crawling with images of those disgusting men. The sticky, violating way their hands had touched her left her feeling grim every time she recalled it. So, she got up and took another shower. Afterward, she felt completely refreshed. Since sleep was out of the question, she decided to hop onto the forum. She ignored the gossip and went straight to the task section. That was when she saw one post. A student offered just ten Ritcoins for a painting, asking for a sunset full of hope. T