"Mr. Adams, please have a seat over there for a moment." Nana pointed to the sofa in the reception area, her tone polite but firm.
Isabella’s company wasn’t that big yet. The office space they rented was limited, so there wasn’t a separate VIP room. Visitors just waited on the couches in the reception area, surrounded by a couple of bookshelves packed with all kinds of books.
Ethan frowned, his voice low. "Who's in there? Is it Harold?"
Nana answered smoothly. "It’s just one of our clients."
"Don’t try to fool me. Harold’s car is parked right outside your building," Ethan shot back, his expression turning icy. "Move. I’m going in."
Nana stepped in front of him again. "Mr. Adams, please don’t make things difficult for me. Isabella made it clear, no one’s allowed in while she’s meeting clients, unless she says so." This was about the company’s future, and Nana wasn’t about to be intimidated.
Ethan glared at her, then brushed her aside and grabbed the door handle. He swung the door open and walked straight in.
"Mr. Adams, please!" Nana hurried after him, quick to explain as Isabella and her two clients looked up in surprise. "Isabella, I told Mr. Adams you were with clients, but he wouldn’t believe me and insisted on coming in."
Ethan glanced around. The only people inside were Isabella and two strangers—definitely clients, not Harold. There was no sign of his rival.
He backpedaled quickly, trying to save face. "Isabella, I just really wanted to see you. You’re busy, I get it. I’ll wait outside." He turned to the clients with an apologetic smile. "Please, go on. I won’t interrupt."
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