Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 In a Mood?

Diana walked to the back area, and Isabelle emerged from the coffee lounge to meet her.

“See? One thing in public, another in private,” Diana said, glancing toward where Celeste sat.

Isabelle said. “It doesn’t matter. Business is NS.”

“I thought you’d refuse. Why take a job for someone like that?” Diana asked.

Isabelle sneered, “With a mouth like hers, once she wears a Muddlehead gown, the entire social circle will know the name. We’ll make a fortune. Why pass up that opportunity?”

“Ending with a dramatic reveal and putting her in her place. Ms. Foster, you’re something else,” Diana said, genuinely impressed.

“Make sure you note all her requirements carefully. Don’t miss any details. From today, record every client consultation for after–sales protection. I have a cocktail event tonight, so I’m leaving this in your hands.” Isabelle gave Diana’s cheek a light pinch.

Diana grinned, saying, “Don’t worry. Go enjoy yourself. I’ve got this.”

Isabelle looked toward the front courtyard, a sly smile touching her lips. As she turned to leave through the back door, a familiar voice came from the front.

“Mr. Cross! You’re here.” Celeste’s voice was sickly sweet as she hurried to greet him.

Damian ignored her, his eyes scanning the room as if looking for someone.

Isabelle quickly ducked behind a pillar, staying out of sight.

Diana walked forward. “Mr. Cross, what brings you here?”

“Just placed an order for a staff uniform. Thought I’d browse Muddlehead’s past work for reference,” Damian replied casually.

But his eyes were on the back courtyard. From behind a stone pillar, he caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of flats before they disappeared again.

Where have I seen those shoes?

He narrowed his eyes.

“Mr. Cross…” Celeste’s smile faltered at the word “staff.”

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Diana pressed her lips together to hide a smile.

“I heard Muddlehead was in. Would I have the honor of meeting her?” Damian asked.

He’d rushed over the moment he saw Celeste’s message half an hour ago.

Damian directed the question at Diana, but his gaze kept drifting toward the pillar in the back.

After partnering with Muddlehead last year, Cross Boutique’s sales–both online and offline -had skyrocketed. The woman’s designs were clearly a hit.

He’d wanted to meet her for a long time. There was something oddly familiar about the whole situation.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cross. Muddlehead is… in a mood today. She’s not seeing anyone,” Diana said, offering an apologetic look.

Damian frowned.

In a mood?

“What would put her in a better mood?” he asked.

“Her husband bought something for another woman, but not for her. So she’s refusing all visitors today,” Diana explained with a helpless shrug.

Beside them, Celeste shifted uncomfortably, sensing something was off.

Damian watched the spot where the shoes had vanished. His expression darkened.

That’s a problem I can’t solve.

Behind the pillar, Isabelle frowned.

I can’t go out now. I need to wait until Celeste has sung Muddlehead’s praises to the entire social scene. Showing up now would ruin everything.

She didn’t wait to hear the rest of the conversation. She turned and slipped out the back door.

Carrying two elegant garment bags, Isabelle waited by the roadside. A Tesla pulled up in front of her, and she got in.

“You’re right on time,” Helena said from the back seat, moving over to make room.

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Isabelle carefully settled in beside her, her eyes dropping to Helena’s abdomen. “How are you feeling?”

“Everything’s fine. Just worried that man might show up again,” Helena said, a note of anxiety in her voice.

Ronan had been searching for her for a full month. He’d grown a scruffy beard, but Helena hadn’t given him an inch.

This belated affection is nothing.

He didn’t know how to cherish what he had. Now that it’s gone, he regrets it.

Helena had taken over her family’s wine business, and it was thriving–something Ronan knew nothing about.

He’d always assumed Helena was a meek, submissive woman. He never realized that even while at home, she’d been steadily growing her professional network.

Tonight, Helena was a key figure at a launch event. She’d contacted Isabelle on WhatsApp last month to commission a gown for tonight’s new product reveal.

Isabelle had taken the job under the Muddlehead name.

This would be Muddlehead’s official debut in the domestic market–a significant moment for both women.

The car stopped in front of a traditional courtyard house. The event was being held in the main hall.

After getting out, the two found a side room to change.

Helena’s pregnancy wasn’t showing yet, so the gown hugged her figure perfectly.

She wore a fishtail dress in pale green with butterfly clasps and silver flats.

Isabelle styled Helena’s hair into an elegant updo, completing the refined look.

And Isabelle wore a black, sleeveless, high–necked fishtail dress with gold clasps. The side slit reached her thigh, offering a glimpse of her leg. Paired with black pearl–studded heels, the two of them together were sure to turn heads.

“Keep an eye out for me tonight, okay? If anyone from the Savage family shows up, tell me immediately,” Helena said, her nerves showing.

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