Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 A Mourning Hall

Chapter 183 A Mourning Hall

“I’m planning to go into business with Diana,” she said, not hiding her intentions.

Diana’s studio was a joint venture with Isabelle from the start. They already had solid connections, including government contracts. The path was paved–she just needed to hit the ground running.

Cross Boutique was a mass–market apparel brand.

Isabelle’s focus was bespoke tailoring. There was no conflict.

“You can resign. But you have another option,” he said.

“Which is?”

“I’ll transfer my Cross Boutique shares to you. You’d take over management,” Damian said, completely sincere.

Isabelle was stunned.

“No need to answer now. But after we’re married, what’s mine is yours. I’d like you to share some of the burden with me,” he smiled, not wanting her to feel pressured.

Isabelle’s capabilities were undeniable.

Over the next few days, Damian returned to work, and Isabelle threw herself into the new studio with Diana.

They only saw each other briefly at dinner.

Sometimes, when he had evening engagements, she was already asleep by the time he got home.

The day after the holiday marked the official return to work, and also Aurora’s housewarming.

Isabelle arrived at her desk early. She hadn’t written her resignation letter yet, nor had she seriously considered taking over Cross Boutique.

She’d let the idea sit for a few days, telling Damian she was thinking about it, but she knew she wouldn’t accept.

Isabelle didn’t want to refuse him outright–it would hurt him.

She wanted to build something on her own, without relying on anyone else.

Walking into Cross Boutique, she overheard the department buzzing about the new hire, Wilbur Crowther–age 30, returnee from overseas, top graduate, tall, with a lean, athletic build.

He’d already charmed several women in the department.

Wilbur was handing out company gifts.

He spent about two minutes in the design department, said a few words, and left

His gaze flickered over isabelle as he went.

But she didn’t pay it any mind

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Chapter 183 A Mourning Hall

After work, she freshened up a bit, bought a bouquet from a florist, and drove to Aurora’s new apartment.

Stepping out of the elevator, Isabelle heard loud laughter coming from Unit 1801.

She smiled.

I wonder if Damian’s here yet. I haven’t had a proper chat with him in days.

“Aurora, congratulations,” Isabelle said, walking into the new apartment and handing her the flowers.

Aurora took them with an overly sweet smile. “Thank you, Isabelle.”

She wouldn’t act this familiar in public. She was putting on a show for the two women beside her.

The two women Aurora had invited gave awkward smiles. “Lovely flowers,” the shorter woman, Ella Nelson, said.

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“I heard Aurora’s brother is a CEO. I thought he’d send something more… substantial to bless the home,” the higher woman, Mia Garcia, said carefully. “Doesn’t her brother give you an allowance?”

Her tone was dripping with fake pity.

Not many guests had arrived yet. Isabelle didn’t want to engage, so she just smiled.

Aurora jumped in to smooth things over. “It’s the thought that counts. She’s the one who helped with the entire renovation, actually.”

“This renovation…” Ella scoffed, leaving her criticism unfinished.

“Smells like raw wood. In the countryside, this style would be considered quite upscale,” Mia added with a sneer.

Isabelle got it.

“Upscale in the countryside” means it’s not good enough for the city.

“Aurora never specified a style. She gave me full control when she handed over the keys. Funny enough, I got the keys right before she was hospitalized. Damian took care of her at the hospital for days before she woke up,” Isabelle said, casually sitting on the sofa.

She continued, “I almost turned this place into a mourning hall.”

The three women paled.

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