Chapter 980

Felix Valdemar thought he could walk side by side with Ethan Roscente.

But the man suddenly accelerated, leaving Felix far behind.

They only exchanged a few pleasantries before the plane took off.

After the long flight, they finally arrived at their destination.

The time difference turned night into day. Stars now filled the sky outside the window.

Vivian Laurent had napped earlier and felt refreshed. She ordered room service before knocking on Isabella Langley's door.

The door swung open, revealing Isabella's displeased expression.

"Who dared upset our precious Isabella?" Vivian teased, pulling her toward the dining table.

"It's that bastard Felix!" Isabella gritted her teeth. "Flirting with girls in the middle of the night!"

Vivian handed her cutlery, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why do you care if he's chasing skirts?"

Isabella paused mid-bite. Why was she so bothered?

"All men are trash!" She stabbed angrily at her food.

Vivian chuckled. "Lucas Lefèvre is decent. Doesn't smoke or drink, and he's even-tempered."

At the mention of Lucas, Isabella's tone softened. "True. Whoever marries him will be lucky."

"So why does Felix's behavior upset you?" Vivian pivoted sharply.

Isabella nearly choked. "I'm not upset!"

Vivian pulled out her phone, displaying a stranger's photo. "Know him?"

Isabella shook her head.

"Notorious playboy. Cheated on his pregnant wife with countless mistresses." Vivian's voice remained calm.

"Scum!" Isabella spat, then resumed eating indifferently.

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Not even mad about that level of trashiness?"

"Why should I care?" Isabella shrugged.

Vivian pocketed her phone with a knowing look. "Strangers can be scum and you don't bat an eye, but Felix flirts and you explode. Isabella, you're jealous."

Isabella's ears burned. "Don't be ridiculous! I just think he's unreliable."

"You're not marrying him," Vivian blinked, "so why does his reliability matter?"

Isabella had no retort.