Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 63

"Excuse me?" Damian held the phone slightly away from his ear, looking utterly bewildered.

"She called you 'heartless', Mr. Cross," Brian whispered beside him, leaning in.

"I couldn't find you last night, and I can't find you today either. Were you in Aridia? Where the hell are you? Did I just pick up some free gigolo? You sleep with me and then just ghost me? If you regret it, just say so. At least name a price before you dump someone. What's with this disappearing act?"

Brian swallowed hard. The executives seated around the table pressed their lips together tightly, straining not to laugh and doing their best to appear as if they hadn't heard a thing.

Her voice was so loud it practically echoed, ensuring everyone in the quiet room caught every word from the speakerphone.

Then, she hung up.

Damian was speechless. So was Brian.

The air in the executive office seemed to freeze solid.

His thoughts were in complete disarray.

Earlier, Brian had mentioned that Isabelle had been asking about him. Now, judging by her tone, she was clearly out somewhere—and very drunk.

The way she was talking... It had to mean what Brian suggested—Isabelle missed him.

"They're having the welcome dinner for the new managers at the Twilight Bar tonight," Brian murmured quietly into his ear.

Damian set his phone down on the table. "Meeting adjourned."

He snatched his suit jacket from the back of his chair and strode out of the conference room without another word.

"When did Mr. Cross get married?"

"His wife sounds... spirited."

"Sure sounds like Mr. Cross was the one who got used and tossed aside."

Brian had plenty of thoughts on the matter but no one to share them with at the moment.

*****

"Get lost, you creep! Don't touch me!" Isabelle clutched the garment bag to her chest, glaring blearily at the man standing before her.

"Ow—jeez!" Felix stood about a meter away, rubbing his side with a grimace, not daring to step any closer.

It wasn't until Damian's car pulled up to the curb that the tense scene shifted.

He was out of the vehicle in an instant, his gaze quickly taking in Isabelle's disheveled, drunken state and the smudged lipstick on her neck.

Isabelle's eyes seemed to focus. She opened her arms and stumbled forward, wrapping them around his waist. "Damian..."

Damian stiffened for a split second, then his large hands came up to steady her slender frame. "What happened?"

He gently smoothed her hair. Noticing her bare feet, he bent and scooped her up into his arms.

"Damian, you really picked a winner," Felix said, pointing at Isabelle before showing Damian the light scratches on his arm and his still-aching side. "You called, I came running. Saw her sitting here alone, thought I'd be a good Samaritan and check on her. Next thing I know, I'm getting thrown around."

"I didn't ask for your commentary," Damian stated flatly.

Felix's retort died in his throat.

"He said... he'd give me twenty thousand a month to keep him company..." Isabelle mumbled incoherently, pointing a wobbly finger in Felix's general direction.

Him? Who was "him"?

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