After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 662

Jackson’s expression grew cold. “This is my business. You don’t need to get involved. Just focus on your own life. When Natalie gets out, talk to her and make sure she stops making trouble for Isabella. Isabella and Ethan are divorced. What could she possibly do to you now? She grew up in our family. Don’t let things get ugly. She’s not the same soft and timid Isabella anymore.”

He’d seen the way Isabella had changed. In Jackson’s eyes, this was who she really was. Before, she’d only acted weak because of her mother. Now that he and Cynthia were divorced, Isabella had nothing holding her back. She wasn’t going to put up with Jordan and Natalie’s drama anymore. If Isabella had still cared about old times, she wouldn’t have insisted on pressing charges when Natalie got detained. If Ethan hadn’t helped cover for Natalie, she would’ve ended up in jail for at least a year. Isabella had also started networking with a lot of top executives, thanks to Linda and Barbara.

“I really think Isabella has a bright future. There’s no need to burn bridges. Who knows, we might need her help one day.”

Jordan let out a dismissive laugh. “You’re giving her way too much credit. What talent does she even have? She’s just living off Ethan’s money. If she didn’t have the Adams family name, nobody would care who she is. Sure, her little drama projects made some money, but that was all Ethan’s investment. And the only reason she even knows Linda and Barbara is because of the family.”

Jordan had never taken Isabella seriously. To him, she was just a pretty face that Ethan kept around. Now that she and Ethan were over and she’d lost the Adams family support, he figured she was nothing.

Jackson looked at Jordan for a moment, then gave up on arguing. Jordan had always been short-sighted. He sighed inwardly and decided he’d be better off putting his energy into Kevin, grooming him to be his successor.

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That evening, as Isabella stepped out of her office, she spotted Harold walking toward her.

“Harold, what brings you here?” Isabella stopped, her smile bright and easy.

Harold came right up to her, his gaze warm and steady. There was the usual gentle curve to his lips. “I’ve got something to tell you. I thought you’d want to hear it.”

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