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

at last. This was a chance

and tugged at Carla.

lined along the beach. The local food scene was

feeling the gentle caress of sea breeze across

their fill, they plopped down on the beach to

glances in the direction of the

saw him, he must be here for some sort of

nowhere. She shivered from the cold and shrugged

reminded herself that there was no point wondering what Roland

glass of fruit juice and went back to

entering the hotel, they went

elevator was on its

elevator door opened to reveal Roland’s tall and stout figure standing right in front of Isabel. He stood in the center with his entourages flanking him on two sides, appearing very

instinct was to run,

nothing to fear. She was wrapped in a thick scarf with a

probably recognized her merely as the person who had stomped on his feet

with

urge to assault him again, then she