Although he can't help her sports brand now, helping out her friend's suit shop isn't bad either.
400,000 pounds isn't much for him now; once the Golden Ball Award is over, he might soon land several similar advertisements, possibly breaking the ten million mark.
It would be better to give her friend a favor in Isabella's name, after all, they have a great relationship and will surely support each other in the future.
This favor will eventually come back to Isabella in another way.
"No more excuses, I'm almost late for training, bye." Ma'el didn't give Isabella a chance to refuse, and after a roar of the engine, he drove away.
Isabella's blonde hair blew past her forehead, then fell back around her eyes. She stood there, disheveled and dazed, for a long time before walking toward Aisha.
"You're really lucky." Aisha looked at her, returning to her usual lively self, "If I had a boyfriend like that, I'd be over the moon."
