Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

His entourage did not make any unnecessary comments and followed after him.

…

Isabel led Carla across the road outside the hotel in one quick sprint. They finally stopped when they arrived at the spot on the beach where people crowded around.

She took a deep breath and checked behind them.

Carla was out of breath from running by this point. “I’ve been keeping an eye on them. They’re not following us.”

"Yeah." Isabel smiled, still not over the high of getting to stomp on Roland’s foot just now.

How exhilarating!

His foot must be throbbing in pain.

Such a shame she could not find the space to give him a good punch as well. She would have gladly punched him until he was completely unrecognizable!

"I wasn’t expecting to see him here. What a coincidence," Carla caught her breath at last and commented.

Isabel did a double-take.

was certainly a strange

last. This was a chance for her

thought and tugged

local food stalls lined along

ate while walking along the coastline, feeling the gentle caress of sea breeze across their skin. Nothing could be better than

they plopped down on the beach

darting glances in the direction of the

from the solemn look on Roland’s face when she saw him, he must be here for some sort of meeting. She

nowhere. She shivered from the cold and shrugged her head from side to

that there was no point wondering what Roland was

juice and went back to the hotel with

hotel, they went straight

elevator was on its

in front of Isabel. He stood in the center with his entourages flanking him on two

and her eyes widened with stark surprise. Her first instinct was to run, but

scarf with a face mask on,

on his feet just now. His calmness was restored

with his

again, then she ducked into the elevator