Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Isabel smiled. "Okay."

In that case, she would go in this outfit.

…

They ate a simple breakfast, then they walked out of the house together.

Roland’s driver, his bodyguard, and his assistant, Marcus, were already waiting.

Isabel got into the car with him.

They drove out of the area and were on their way toward Rockwell Corporation. As they were nearing their destination, Isabel could no longer stifle the urge to ask, "Roland, will you tell me the main reason you want me to come with you today?"

She thought it was better if she knew what to expect, lest she get caught off guard by anything that happened.

Roland took her hand and said softly, “I just wanted you to be with me when I sign the contract."

"Just for a contract signing? Nothing other than that?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” So, all she needed to do was to stand behind him and watch.

She relaxed a little.

at the

not in any particular rush to step out of

still have fifteen minutes

wait

“Sure.”

meant they still had ten minutes to

on her phone. It was 9:15. This meant

was going

her curiosity to herself, knowing that her questions would be answered later, then she looked outside to

expensive-looking retro-styled luxury car parked next

based on her knowledge, Decker was the only one in Rockwell Corporation known for having such eccentric taste in cars. He was probably the only one who would drive something flashy like this

paying attention to their surroundings, motioned at the car. “Sir, I think this is

Roland muttered indifferently, "Yeah."

Isabel was taken aback.

Master Rockwell?

grandfather of the Rockwells? In other words, Roland’s

was going to be

a curious glance at Roland while instinctively tightening her grip on