Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 74

This was a photograph Isabelle had secretly taken from Caroline's belongings—a picture of her biological father.

All these years, she had been living abroad. Caroline had never wanted her to return to the country.

Isabelle had come up with every conceivable reason, and only then did Caroline reluctantly agree to let her come back.

The real reason for her return was to search for this father she hadn't seen in over twenty years.

She needed to know if he was alive or dead.

She needed to understand what kind of earth-shatteringly important business could have made him abandon his wife and daughter, leaving them behind for more than two decades.

If Caroline found out, she would be furious.

All these years, Caroline had never mentioned the man, not a single word—in fact, she had deliberately hidden his existence.

Isabelle had originally thought Caroline would force her to go back within a year or two, but now that she had gotten married so suddenly, things probably wouldn't go as Caroline had planned.

The middle-aged man she saw earlier... His profile bore a striking resemblance to the person in the photograph.

Her heart was racing; she felt anxious, and her palms grew damp.

But she wouldn't rush.

Ashley had invited her to her birthday party next Saturday night.

She heard it was being hosted by Ashley's father, so she should have a chance to see him properly then.

That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

*****

Monday arrived, and she wasn't feeling her best.

Her body ached from the intense games the day before. Combined with her sleepless night, the shadows under her eyes looked even worse than Brian's.

Just as she stepped into the elevator, she ran into Brian, who was carrying a stack of folders.

"Did your boss' phone break or something?" Isabelle leaned against the elevator's handrail, her voice tired.

"No, why?" Brian looked puzzled.

"Is the cell reception bad on the 30th floor, then?"

"It's perfectly fine."

Isabelle sighed. "Then it must be my phone."

Brian chuckled. "What's going on?"

"My phone's been dead silent all morning. I feel like I'm living like a hermit."

Brian couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Does your boss have some kind of obsessive personality or something?"

"Hahaha..." Brian held his forehead, shaking with laughter. "Mr. Cross just asked what kind of obsession you'd prefer—he said he's happy to learn it."

Only then did she notice the subtle wireless earpiece in Brian's ear!

"Oh, you—!" Isabelle swallowed the rest of her sentence. "He heard all that?"

Brian nodded vigorously, took out the earpiece, held it in his palm, and burst out laughing right there in the elevator.

"Did he say anything else about me?" she whispered.

"He was just laughing," Brian managed between chuckles.

"And you didn't warn me?!"

Isabelle started swatting at his arm playfully!

She wanted to disappear—for a moment, she seriously considered whether the elevator shaft offered a viable escape route.

"Ding—" The 28th floor arrived.

Isabelle was so flustered that her mind suddenly went blank.

A few colleagues waiting outside saw Isabelle and Brian's little tussle and covered their mouths, trying to stifle their grins.

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