Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Decker grimaced. He was expecting her to ask something of a different nature.

He admitted quite bluntly, “I saw a picture of you attending a jewelry exhibition at Southboro yesterday, so I sent my men there to spy on you. After the event, I had them tail you, and that’s when they found out you were staying at a hotel nearby. When I went to find you, they told me that you had gone to the beach by yourself.”

At this point, he said with a prolonged sigh, "Isabel, I just miss you too much, and you’re not giving me many options. I knew you would refuse to see me, so I had to resort to other methods.”

Isabel ignored him and was entirely not in the mood to bicker with him over this.

She was wondering how Roland happened to show up and managed to time his appearance so well, just in time to save her from Decker’s evil ploys.

She was not convinced that he just happened to be in the area. Such coincidences were barely possible.

Besides, she remembered seeing a host of bodyguards with him when she had thrown the sack off her head.

If he was just loitering around in the area, why would he need so many bodyguards with him? Wouldn’t an assistant suffice?

Perhaps he already knew about Decker’s plans and had shown up to put a stop to it?

After all, he was now in a power struggle with Decker, thus it was logical for him to keep an eye on what Decker was up to.

“What are you thinking about?”

a hand graze across her

dodged away from his

managed two steps before Decker caught up to her and cut

stood adamantly in front of her and asked

fresh in her mind. She had to suppress the urge to punch him in the face right there and instead glowered at

was in disbelief. “You came here just to ask

"That's right."

suspiciously, and the gaze in his eyes grew sharper. He doubted that Isabel approached him just to ask a

and after what happened last

planning something?” he said as he took another step closer to her while casually resting his hand on

away instantly and snapped at him, "I'm

“I suppose

turf, so it did not matter how cunning Isabel was. He was not

his confident expression, Isabel announced her leave, “Well, I’ll be going. You

to walk away when he felt her wrist being seized by

the building. As if they had rehearsed this a thousand times, she swung around and jabbed a kick right at his stomach the moment she felt his touch on her

against the blow, and he yelped in

made use of the opening to shrug