Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Golden rays of sunlight washed over the surface of the earth while endless waves rolled into the direction of the beach, accompanied by gentle gusts of sea breeze.

Isabel stood on the sand glimmering with gold and stared at the mansion that stood in the center of the several acres of large plots of land, her thoughts drifting.

Around noon today, Roland sent her a message and told her that he had dispatched a driver to pick her up at the hotel. She was driven here after that.

She had expected to be driven to a classy apartment in the middle of town, so a mansion next to the beach was the last thing she expected.

She asked the bodyguard who was helping her with her luggage, “Are you sure you’ve got the correct address?”

The bodyguard assured her, “Don’t worry, this is the place Young Master Roland instructed us to bring you to.”

Isabel was still in disbelief. "Is this his mansion?"

This was the only building within a radius of ten miles. It had this private, spectacular view of the ocean reserved all for itself. How did Roland afford this sort of place?

The bodyguard made a wry expression and said, “I’m not sure either. It was Young Master Roland who instructed us to bring us here. He did not tell us any more than that. Don’t worry and make yourself comfortable here. He will join you after he’s finished with his work.”

Isabel nodded and walked into the mansion.

There was a security guard posted by the gate who promptly greeted her when she walked up, “Good to see you, Miss Isabel.”

at

mansion’s courtyard, a rather plump middle-aged lady

see you, Miss Isabel. I am the caretaker of the house. My name

politely, “Nice to meet

your room has

followed her into the rather modern mansion.

some distance before they finally arrived at a large and brightly lit bedroom.

by the entire presentation of the bedroom. This bedroom

was the master bedroom of the mansion. It must have

Rox retrieved her suitcase from the accompanying bodyguard and brought it into the

was filled

these for you. He gave us a large catalog of outfits that he

astounded and thanked Rox politely,

all. This

clothes hung inside. They were all her favorite brands, and all of them were the perfect size

all of this felt like a fever

“Aunt Rox, this Young Master Roland you kept referring

perplexed by the strange question. “Yes,