Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

The coordinator said generously, “Give them to me. I’ll pack them up for you. You don’t have to pay for them.”

Isabel smiled appreciatively. "Thank you for the offer, but it’s alright. I don’t mind buying them.”

There was no clause stating that they would be giving her free jewelry in the contract they had signed. Besides, the pay was already more than generous.

The coordinator would not have it. “You’re very kind, Miss Isabel, but please let us do this for you. You’ve done a terrific job for us, and it’s only right we give you some gifts as a nice gesture.”

Isabel stood her ground. "You’re just an employee like everyone else here. What if your boss finds out that you’re giving away freebies? It would not be a good look for you.”

The coordinator made a look and promptly responded, “Thank you for your concern, but it was our boss who insisted on inviting you here. You might not know this, but our boss is a big fan of yours and loves your work. He will be more than happy to know that you took something home with you, so please, be our guest.”

Isabel frowned. "If he’s my fan, then that’s more reason for me to not take advantage of his kindness.”

This was one of the codes she followed. She would never take advantage of her fan’s devotion, even if it was an obscenely wealthy fan.

The exhibition coordinator was appalled by how stubborn Isabel was being about this. He glanced in another direction while she was not looking. He wanted to see what his boss had to say about this.

spied in the same

a tall figure standing

dress, so it would not drag behind her and sprinted after that figure, completely forgetting about the jewelry she was planning

had only caught the mysterious person’s face for a brief instant, but it was a face

found herself in the middle of a hallway. It was a long and narrow hallway with a window at its end.

a soul in

that figure running this way, so why

looked at both sides of the corridor where there were several

room did he hide

hiding from me? How dare you call yourself

response was the silence

still holding the hem of her skirt in her hands. She

she continued her monologue, unsure if anyone was

me, then you should at least have the dignity to

begging you to take me back? Don’t think so highly of yourself. I only came here because I heard you