Chapter 71

Baroness Camellia Castiglione looked down at Isabella and said triumphantly, "Now, the only thing you can rely on is your father's influence. But there is a clear difference between a cardinal and a noble, isn't there?"

The word Camellia omitted was 'bastard.' If there was another word she omitted, it would be 'commoner.'

"Gabrielle Della Torre is about to be engaged to the eldest son of the Montefeltro Marquess family. It's a match arranged by the family. Among the matches your parents could arrange for you, the best one was probably Count Cesare, wasn't it? What are you going to do now that your younger sister took him away?"

Isabella couldn't regain her composure. Camellia was not only digging into Isabella's sore spots but also implying that a bastard could only meet another bastard.

"That girl, that girl, the one who used to lick my toes at my feet, is she crazy now?"

"It would be reassuring to have a reliable fiancé early on, wouldn't it?"

She was referring to Ottavio, who was behind her. Isabella, utterly flabbergasted, couldn't help but blurt out her true feelings.

"Are you crazy?"

Camellia seemed angry at being cursed so openly. Her face flushed for a moment, but she quickly composed herself, as if to show that she was refined and different from the vulgar Isabella.

"Miss de Mare, you should speak properly and elegantly. That way, you will be respected as a good match. Given your birth, you should at least have a noble attitude."

"What?!"

This was it. The impact was felt. The virtuous and impeccable lady, Camellia, and the scandalous bastard, Isabella. In this case, no matter how beautiful Isabella was, Camellia was a better match.

"Camellia, if I were to bark like a dog, I would bark, and if I were to lick the soles of shoes, I would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your trotters away, you inferior pig."

Isabella scanned Camellia from head to toe and spat out.

"Where do you think you're climbing? Even pig slop has its hierarchy. Know your place."

Isabella, releasing the stress of the day, unleashed a torrent of insults, like a fireworks display.

"If I told your fiancé to bark like a dog, he would bark, and if I told him to lick the soles of shoes, he would lick them. Do you think it would be difficult for me to take Ottavio away?"

Isabella looked down at Camellia with a cold expression. She was indeed overwhelmingly beautiful. Before Isabella appeared, Camellia was considered the prettiest lady in the capital, but standing next to Isabella, her eyes were too deep, her nose too upturned, her lips too thick, her waist too wide, and her facial features too free and easy.

Isabella brought her perfectly sculpted features close to Camellia's nose and sneered.

"Have you ever seen the way men look at me?"

Camellia's eyes wavered. Isabella could indeed steal the attention of any man.

"Ottavio would come to me if I just twitched my finger. He has no choice, being with someone like you."

"What did you say?!"

Camellia cried out in shock. Isabella, regardless, continued her tirade.

"You look like a pig when you look closely. If I looked like you, I wouldn't be able to eat, and I would worry about gaining weight every time I looked in the mirror."

Isabella slapped Camellia's hand, which was trying to support her.

"Get your