Chapter 344
Ethan Roscente stared at his phone screen, fingers tapping lightly on the desk.
He dialed Vivian Laurent's number for the third time. Still no answer.
"Still avoiding me," he muttered coldly, tossing the phone aside.
Vivian had just finished her meeting when she noticed three missed calls and two messages.
"Mr. Roscente wants to have dinner?" She scoffed. "Hard pass."
Her finger hovered over the block button briefly before she pulled it away.
The sudden vibration of her phone nearly made her drop it.
"Isabella?"
"Viv! Free tonight? I booked a table at that new private kitchen near your place."
Vivian's eyes lit up. "Perfect timing. I'm starving."
Thirty minutes later, Isabella's red sports car pulled up outside Valrose Realty.
"Hop in!" She rolled down the window.
The restaurant entrance was packed. Isabella circled three times before spotting an empty space.
"Watch this!" She jerked the steering wheel sharply.
A black Maybach suddenly cut in from the side.
"Think you can steal it?" Isabella floored the gas, smoothly sliding into the spot.
The Maybach screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding a collision.
"Are you insane?" Isabella rolled down her window.
The opposing window lowered, revealing a familiar face.
"Felix Valdemar?" She arched a brow.
Felix's expression darkened. "Isabella Langley! You again!"
"Your name on this spot?" She blew out a mocking whistle. "Take the L like a man."
Just as Felix was about to snap, a soft feminine voice came from the passenger seat. "Felix, what's wrong?"
Isabella and Vivian exchanged glances, ears perking up in unison.
"Nothing." Felix forced his anger down. "We'll find another spot."
As they stepped out, Isabella whispered, "Viv, Felix actually brought a date. That's new."
They reached the entrance just as Felix escorted his companion toward them.
"Hmph!" He lifted his chin arrogantly.
Isabella ignored him completely, her gaze fixed on the woman beside him.
Thick makeup. Overpowering perfume.
Vivian narrowed her eyes—wasn't that the hostess from the nightclub?