Chapter 401

Bianca's latest stunt set the internet on fire with mockery.

"If anyone's gunning for Isabella, it's gotta be her sister."

"Here we go again, and of course, it's Bianca. Not even shocked."

"Bianca's tricks are so obvious. Whenever something goes down with Isabella, you can bet she's the one pulling the strings!"

"Bianca's got three hobbies: existing, dating John, and making her sister's life hell."

People online are mad, but they also find it hilarious because Bianca's always mixed up in Isabella's drama.

Whether it's stealing designs, getting tangled up in the kidnapping of Isabella's parents, or fighting over company shares, Bianca seems hell-bent on making Isabella's life miserable.

Some folks even turned Isabella and Bianca into cartoon characters with a scoreboard in the middle. It reads 4:0, meaning Bianca's lost four times.

Not everyone agrees with the score, thinking there's some secret competition between the sisters. But they all agree Bianca's losing.

"Damn bastards! I'll kill everyone who trashes me online! These disgusting bugs, I'll kill them all!" Bianca screamed, throwing everything on the table to the floor.

Veins bulged at the corners of her bloodshot eyes, and her face turned from red to purple with rage.

Two female bodyguards outside the office heard the ruckus and rushed in. Seeing the mess and Bianca's fury, one of them pulled out her phone.

"Stop! Don't call John. That'll just piss me off more. I'll handle my own emotions," Bianca snapped, stopping the bodyguard.

If she made that call, John would rush over, and then she'd be locked up again. She might even get banned from the internet.

Bianca had convinced John to let her have some personal space-like the bedroom and the office-where the bodyguards didn't have to shadow her every move.

This was the biggest concession John had made, as Bianca had let him down time and time again.

The two bodyguards exchanged glances and nodded. Bianca sat down, massaging her forehead, taking deep breaths, and slowly calming down.

Seeing her relax, the bodyguards left the office.

Bianca lay back in her chair, staring at the ceiling. "I never expected there'd be a spy. If I'd known, I would've checked the surveillance footage first."

She felt a pang of regret; she'd made some mistakes.

Suddenly, an idea hit her, and her eyes lit up.

"How foolish of me," Bianca muttered, her eyes brightening with realization. "I can't take on Isabella alone - I need allies. And Joseph would be perfect." She remembered she'd need to track down his contact info first.

Bianca hit up some old friends to track down Joseph's number. It didn't take long before she got a reply.

She looked at the number and dialed it right away, ready with her pitch.

Joseph had just left the hospital and was about to head home when his phone rang.

Sitting in the back seat, he signaled the driver to start driving and glanced at the unfamiliar number. Curious, he answered.

"Hello, who is this?" Joseph asked.

Bianca smiled slightly. "Joseph, you might've heard of me. I'm Bianca."

As soon as she said her name, Joseph hung up.

Bianca's smile vanished. She stared at the screen in disbelief, then her face twisted with anger.

"Damn Joseph, how dare he hang up on me. He'll never win Isabella's approval!" she fumed.

She was so mad she almost threw her phone, but she knew the noise would bring the guards running, and if John showed up, things would get even worse.

Bianca took a deep breath and called Joseph again.

Seeing the same number, Joseph frowned. He regretted not blocking it earlier.

After a moment's hesitation, he answered. "Bianca, I have nothing to say to you. Why are you calling?"

Bianca's voice turned icy. "I know you like Isabella. I can help you get her."

Joseph laughed. "You help me? With your 4:0 track record?"

Bianca nearly crushed her phone. She could feel the sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Enough, Joseph. You know my status. I understand Isabella better than you do! With my help, you can easily get rid of her husband and win her heart," she said confidently.

Joseph was silent for a moment. "Honestly, if I can't have her, I'd rather let go. At least I can still be friends with her. But if I team up with you, she might hate me."

Bianca sneered. "Do you really think you can still be friends with her now? If you wanted to be her friend, why didn't you stand up for her when she was falsely accused?"

Joseph rubbed his forehead, a look of regret on his face. "That was my bad. After we left the café yesterday, I ended up drinking too much, and by the time I sobered up, it was too late to sort things out. Anyway, let's not dwell on that. What's your plan to help me?"

Hearing that Joseph seemed interested, Bianca's face lit up. "You need to fix your image in her eyes. I'll set up a situation where Isabella needs saving, and you can swoop in like a hero. If you get a little hurt in the process, even better. She'll forgive you, and you'll have more to bond over."