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The collaboration his father held so dear had almost been ruined by Evita, and his critical condition was also due to her actions.
For the first time in his life, a woman had played him for a fool. The revelation left him seething with anger, but he also felt a strange sense of relief.
Thankfully, Miss Patton had shown up today and offered to help treat his father.
Lauren shot a sidelong glance at Evita, his mind swirling with thoughts.
Guilt gnawed at him as he turned to his father and Isabella. “Dad, Miss Patton, I’m so sorry. My mistake nearly cost you the collaboration.”
Marcus furrowed his brow, confusion written across his face, until Lauren came clean about everything.
Hearing that Lauren had planned to scrap the collaboration with Timeless Elegance right after his collapse, Marcus felt his anger rise again. If not for Miss Patton’s miraculous skills, he might have fainted a second time.
“Lauren, you’re my son and I hold you in the highest regard, but today, you’ve let me down. There are things in this world far more valuable than life itself!”
Under his father’s piercing gaze, Lauren stood by the bedside and admitted, “Dad, I know I messed up. I’ll thank Miss Patton properly later. And don’t worry—the contract hasn’t been officially terminated. I’ll have someone clean up the bloodstains first, and as for the woman who lied to and threatened you, I’ll take care of her myself.”
A sharp glint of ruthlessness flickered in Lauren’s eyes. Marcus paused and then offered a cautionary reminder. “Mistakes come with consequences, but don’t forget—this is Lorpond, not home. Tread carefully.”
Lauren nodded resolutely. “Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t resort to brute force, but I’ll make sure Miss Gordon pays for what she’s done.”
With that, he gave a subtle signal to one of his assistants. The man moved swiftly, covering Evita’s mouth and leading her out without a word.
Watching Evita get dragged away, her friend decided it was best to slip out quietly, her medical kit in tow.
Inside the ward, a nurse diligently wiped the bloodstains off Marcus’s bed. The sight of the soaked sheets nearly made her believe a crime had been committed. But when she saw Marcus—standing tall and chatting like nothing had happened—she could barely hide her astonishment.
“Sierra, I had no idea you were not only a talented designer but also such a skilled healer!”
With no one else around, Marcus addressed Isabella by her other name, letting his admiration shine through.
With a modest smile, Isabella replied, “It’s nothing special, just a bit of practice and learning. I’m happy I could help.”
Marcus, impressed by her humility, couldn’t help but think of Evita again. He let out a deep sigh at the contrast between people.
“Sierra, I didn’t recognize you before, and today you saved me again. Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?”
Confronted with Marcus’s heartfelt invitation, Isabella found no reason to turn him down. However, she couldn’t forget that Susan was still waiting for her in the parking lot.
With a soft, understanding smile, Isabella explained, “I really appreciate your invitation, but I can’t accept it today. However, I know a fantastic restaurant in Ansport. How about we have lunch there tomorrow instead?”
Marcus chuckled, nodding. “Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll look forward to it.”
As she stepped out of the hospital room, Isabella pulled out her phone and called her uncle to update him on the situation. When Luka heard that Marcus had regained consciousness, Evita’s scheme had unraveled, and the collaboration was still intact, a wave of renewed hope surged through him.
He had been convinced the collaboration was lost, but once again, his niece had delivered good news.
“Isabella, you’re honestly my lucky star! This outcome is such a surprise!” Luka was absolutely thrilled. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
After hanging up, Luka paced his office.
As he reflected on all the things Isabella had done for him, Luka found himself unsure of how to properly express his gratitude. Isabella, however, wasn’t concerned with gratitude; she had no idea that Luka was secretly planning a surprise for her.
Susan, already engaged to Dane and expecting a baby, was due to marry next month. She was waiting in the parking lot, and Isabella quickly made her way over, not wanting to keep her friend waiting too long.
“Is everything resolved?” Susan asked softly, her voice filled with concern, as Isabella returned.
Isabella nodded.
“Perfect timing! I’ve already booked a restaurant. Let’s go grab a bite together.”
“Alright.”
Isabella drove, savoring the rare and precious moments spent with her friend.
After a delightful meal, they wandered through a nearby mall, enjoying each other’s company. By the time Susan returned home, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Isabella decided to skip the office for the rest of the day. She sent Andrew a quick message, turned her car around, and headed home.
Isabella’s text flashed on Andrew’s phone screen, interrupting his focus and compelling him to pause his work. Without a second thought, he initiated a video call, his curiosity piqued by the message.
As the call connected, Isabella’s delicate, porcelain-like face appeared on the screen.
Andrew’s gaze lingered on her slightly relaxed expression before he spoke. “Why did you suddenly go home? Are you feeling unwell?”
Isabella, worn out from a hectic day, felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. She rubbed her face briefly before setting her phone down on the desk. Straightening her posture, she perked up and said lightly, “Something minor happened, but it’s all sorted now.”
Andrew remained silent, his steady gaze urging her to share more. Finally, she began recounting the events at the hospital earlier that day.
The moment Andrew heard the name “Evita” and the trouble she had stirred, his eyes clouded over with a sharp, stormy intensity.
Evita had been a persistent source of trouble, and once again, she had managed to drag Isabella into a mess.
“I’ll handle her.” Andrew’s voice dropped low, resonating with a firm and unwavering tone.
But knowing Isabella’s forgiving nature, he hesitated for a moment before adding awkwardly, “Is that okay?”
In the past, Isabella had always let Evita off the hook, even when she’d pulled stunts as brazen as leaving a lipstick mark on Andrew’s clothes. But Evita’s actions had become increasingly outrageous. Enough was enough; her antics couldn’t continue unchecked.
Isabella tapped her phone case twice with her index finger. If Andrew wanted to stand up for her, she wasn’t going to stop him.
However, she didn’t want him to be upset because of Evita either.
As she thought it over, a scene from a drama she’d recently watched flitted through her mind.
Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. Yes, this might just work. With a soft exhale, Isabella leaned closer to the camera, tilting her head slightly. A playful smile graced her lips.
“My Andre wants to stand up for me out of concern. So, how about I make something delicious and wait for him to come home?”
Andrew froze, speechless.
A brief, heavy silence hung in the air.
Isabella blinked, confused by his lack of response. Wasn’t he supposed to react like the male leads in those dramas? Why wasn’t this working?
Through the screen, Isabella couldn’t clearly discern Andrew’s subtle reactions. She awkwardly prepared to backtrack.
“Isabella.” Andrew’s voice suddenly cut through the quiet. Isabella’s hand stilled as she met his gaze, restrained yet intense.
Her heart skipped a beat, the weight of his stare making her feel like prey caught in a hunter’s trap.
The expression on his face was one she’d only seen in the quiet intimacy of night, now brazenly surfacing in broad daylight. A flush crept up her cheeks as she realized she might have overdone it.
“Darling…”
Isabella wanted to say something. What she didn’t realize was that for a man like Andrew, utterly captivated by her, even the smallest word or gesture could act like the strongest aphrodisiac.
“Two hours,” Andrew said suddenly.
“Hmm?” Isabella tilted her head in confusion.
Andrew continued, “I’ll be home to see you in two hours.” And with that, Andrew ended the call.
Isabella stared at the darkened screen, belatedly realizing how intense his breathing had become.
At his desk, Andrew’s long fingers tightened around his phone. He brought his free hand to his face, struggling to regain his composure.
He had often warned Isabella not to tease him—not as a lighthearted remark, but as a sincere plea.