After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 895

Natalie couldn’t help but envy Isabella. It wasn’t just that Ethan and Harold were always looking out for her. What really stung was seeing Isabella become friends with girls like Linda and Barbara, daughters of the city’s most influential families. Natalie herself had never even gotten Linda to look her way. She honestly had no clue how Isabella had managed to get so close to Linda, who now treated her like a real friend.

“My friends are none of your business,” Isabella said calmly. “I’m not changing my mind. I won’t accept a truce. Nadine crossed the line, and she needs to face the consequences.”

“Natalie, you’re wasting your time here. I’m not going to budge. Please leave.”

Isabella pressed a button on her desk phone to call her secretary in. She wanted someone to show Natalie out.

Natalie scowled. “You don’t have to throw me out. I can walk out on my own.” She stuffed the wad of cash back into her purse and glared at Isabella. “Just wait. You’ll get what’s coming to you. You’ll end up with nothing.”

With that, she grabbed her bag and stormed out, her heels clicking angrily on the floor.

***

“Isabella, Natalie said she rented an office right across from us. She’s starting her own company,” Nana reported.

“I know. I bumped into her yesterday. She told me herself. She wants to steal our business,” Isabella replied.

She reached for her water, only to realize her cup was empty. Nana saw right away and quickly took the cup from Isabella’s hand.

“I’ll get you some water,” Nana said, already heading out.

She came back in no time, handing Isabella a fresh glass.

After a few sips, Isabella set the cup down. “Don’t worry about her. We’ll just focus on our own work. If she takes some business from us, then maybe it wasn’t really ours to keep.”

Natalie didn’t know the first thing about short-form dramas. Even if she tried to break into the industry, there was no guarantee she’d make it. She might even lose everything.

They ran into Harold by the elevator. He was holding a bouquet made entirely of cash. It was so bright and flashy that anyone would do a double take.

The moment Harold stepped out, Nana shot Isabella a knowing smile. “I’ll go eat by myself,” she said, slipping into the elevator without waiting.

With Harold showing up, of course Isabella would eat with him. Nana had no interest in being a third wheel.

Harold held out the bouquet to Isabella, smiling. “This bouquet will never wilt. You can keep it as long as you want.”

Isabella took it, a little overwhelmed. “This thing is so heavy. I’m afraid to carry it around.”

“It’s not that heavy. You should keep it. From now on, I’ll only give you bouquets like this.”

“No, really, please don’t,” Isabella said quickly. “Harold, I mean it. If you keep sending me these, it’s too much pressure.”