Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

That day, the Sanchez family's clubhouse was unexpectedly packed.

When Madam Sanchez and Guillermo arrived slowly, they were stunned by the rows of luxury cars lined up outside the clubhouse.

Madam Sanchez clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "It's just a birthday party for some small fry from the Sanchez family. How did it attract so many big-name guests?"

Guillermo, however, remained calm and reassured his mother, "Mom, don't be angry. These important people aren't here for Theodore; they're here for the prestige of the Sanchez family. Wait until they see him wearing those shabby clothes. They'll know his status in our family is less than that of a dog."

A venomous smile flashed in Madam Sanchez's eyes as she straightened her posture and walked into the clubhouse, with Guillermo following behind.

Upon entering, the expected extravagant decorations fitting the Sanchez family's status as a top conglomerate were nowhere to be found. Instead, there were countless traditional ink paintings and calligraphy works adorning the walls. Every couplet offered blessings for Theodore and the Sanchez family.

Madam Sanchez, coming from a humble background, didn't understand poetry, calligraphy, or rare collections. To her, these ubiquitous works of art were neither luxurious nor impressive, and many of them looked old and shabby. She smiled slyly and whispered, praising her son, "Son, did you collect these paintings from street vendors? You must have gotten quite a bit of kickback from them, right?"

Guillermo had cut back on the budget allocated by the old master and pocketed some of the difference, but he wasn't happy.

Though he had been raised in Western education, he knew that while calligraphy and paintings could have a price, their true value was immeasurable. This room full of calligraphy and paintings made him uneasy because he couldn't assess their worth. "Mom, these paintings should be worthless, but they still have a refined scholarly air. It makes that brat look like he's well-read and knowledgeable," he said, dissatisfied with the arrangements.

Madam Sanchez replied, "That's the best way to show that the Sanchez family is not showing him any real respect, while maintaining our cultured family image."

At that moment, Theodore arrived.

He casually draped a cheap down jacket over his shoulders, worth only a few hundred yuan, a stark contrast to the luxurious attire of the other guests.

Guillermo's unease disappeared instantly. He smirked and walked up to Theodore, his words dripping with sarcasm: "Brother, what do you think? This is the adult ceremony I've worked so hard to prepare for you. Are you satisfied?"

Theodore's eyes swept over the wall full of priceless works of art, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad he hadn't let his grandfather frame those worn-out treasures extravagantly, so the two ignorant fools before him couldn't immediately recognize his true worth.

"I'm very satisfied. Thank you, big brother."

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it didn't reach his eyes. His voice was soft and gentle, but to Guillermo, it sounded strangely chilling.

"Glad to hear it."

Guillermo's gaze fell on the down jacket, his lips curling into a disdainful smile.

"Brother, that jacket is quite nice. It suits you well."

He reached out to touch Theodore's jacket, but Theodore suddenly ripped it off and tossed it into the trash.

Guillermo was stunned, his expression one of disbelief. "Theodore, what do you mean by this? My mother went through so much trouble picking out the perfect clothes for you, and you actually dare to throw them away?"

His shout drew the attention of everyone in the club.

Theodore's handsome face seemed to freeze the air around him, as if a sudden cold front had taken over. His gray-black suit hugged his slightly grown and maturing frame, radiating the aura of someone in a high position. Standing calmly beside the enraged Guillermo only made Guillermo appear even more juvenile and immature by comparison.

With a composed tone, Theodore replied, "It got dirty. I'm a bit of a clean freak."

Guillermo froze, then realized that Theodore had rejected his touch because he found the clothes soiled. He felt a surge of anger.

He sneered at Theodore's suit, "Theodore, the clothes my mother picked for you are worth a few thousand yuan at least. You'd rather strip off that expensive outfit and wear this cheap, street vendor stuff. You really have some taste, huh?"

Theodore looked down at his clothes. They didn't have a brand, and he didn't know how much they cost, but these were made for him by Sis Isabella, who had stayed up all night working on them. It wasn't just a suit-it was her care and affection for him, and that, to him, was priceless.

Suddenly, there was a soft exclamation from the crowd, "Young Master Sanchez, your family's luxury clothing stores are world-renowned. You, as the heir of the Sanchez family, don't even recognize the fabric on Young Master Theodore?"

The voice was gentle, with no sharpness, yet it pierced Guillermo's heart like a dagger, leaving him feeling panicked.

He quickly tried to explain, "How could I not recognize the fabric Theodore is wearing? I was the one who bought these clothes for him."

The light reflected off Theodore's figure, his outline appearing like a noble orchid, elegant and resplendent. But no one could see the gentle look he gave the woman in front of him.

The crowd murmured in admiration, "So, the young master's coming-of-age ceremony was arranged by the eldest young master himself? It seems the Sanchez family really values the eldest son."

Guillermo smiled smugly, hearing the praise around him.

At that moment, a fashionable woman walked out from the crowd, carrying a multi-million yuan handbag, adorned with tens of millions worth of jewelry. Her pale face was framed with trendy glasses, and she approached Theodore with a look of interest in her eyes. "Master Theodore, may I touch the fabric of your suit?"

Theodore stared at her. After two years, he almost didn't recognize her. Gone was the timid, weak girl she used to be. Now she stood before him, exuding a cold and aloof aura, as if she had been reborn. Her transformation made him genuinely happy. "Please, Sis," he said, dropping his usual cold demeanor and showing warmth and gentleness instead.

The girl symbolically reached out to touch the fabric. "Master Theodore, I apologize for being so forward. Thank you for letting me see this legendary fabric from the 'Divine Charm' brand up close. I consider myself incredibly fortunate. It's said this fabric is only available in limited quantities to teams handpicked by Master Jasmine. For someone so young, to be recognized by Master Jasmine's team shows how extraordinary your talent is. After all, Master Jasmine only accepts those with true skill."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately erupted into a buzz of conversation.

"How can the eldest young master not even recognize such fine fabric? If it weren't for a top fashion blogger exposing this, we would've believed his lies."

"Can the Sanchez family trust him with the business if he doesn't even know this?"

The murmurs continued, and the tension in the room only grew as the truth about the fabric became a hot topic.