Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 A Language Barrier

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Celeste felt too awkward to ask directly. She knew of Stefan–they had been introduced once at an event hosted by Sean. But due to the language barrier, even with an interpreter, their exchange had been brief.

Whether these were the same people would soon become clear.

After the gown was carefully packed, Emily carried the garment box and followed Isabelle and Celeste downstairs.

“Ms. Snow, please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need any adjustments later,” Isabelle said as they reached the main reception

area.

“Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Foster,” Celeste replied, maintaining her polished demeanor.

“Ms. Foster.” Stefan and his wife approached from the direction of the courtyard garden. Hazel offered Isabelle a warm smile as well.

He wasn’t one to sit idly. Since arriving, he had been exploring the property–he was particularly taken with the studio’s blend of industrial and classical design.

Isabelle turned with a gracious smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Tauss. I’m honored by your visit.”

Celeste didn’t understand; they were speaking in fluent Nyxarian. Once again, she was taken aback.

When Isabelle spoke the foreign language, she showed no hesitation. Her pronunciation was smooth and natural, as if she were entirely at ease.

“My apologies, we grew impatient and arrived quite early. We thought we might look around,” Stefan said.

Isabelle glanced at the staff interpreter beside her and said quietly, “There’s no need to translate our private conversation for others present.”

The interpreter gave a slight nod.

Stefan, of course, understood the unspoken request.

At that moment, Celeste extended her hand toward the prince. “Hello, Mr. Tauss.”

Stefan finally seemed to notice Celeste. He gave her a brief, appraising look.

Seeing that Isabelle offered no particular introduction, Stefan conjured a polite, diplomatic smile and shook Celeste’s hand.

“Hello.” He said this single phrase in accented English.

Then he withdrew his attention, showing no interest in further conversation.

“Ms. Foster, perhaps you should attend to your prior engagement first?” Stefan suggested.

“If you could pardon me for just another moment. I’ll see this client out and be right with you,” Isabelle replied smoothly.

Stefan and his wife nodded in understanding.

“Mr. Tauss, I’m not sure if you recall. I’m Sean’s daughter, Celeste Show,” she introduced herself, then looked expectantly toward

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Chapter 227 A Language Bärrjer

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the interpreter.

The interpreter provided a standard, neutral translation.

The corner of Stefan’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. He searched his memory but came up blank. However, he had no desire to embarrass Isabelle’s guest in her own studio.

“To be perfectly frank, I don’t recall a Sean. Don’t translate that part–simply say, ‘a pleasure to see you again,” he instructed the interpreter flatly.

A faint, approving smile touched Isabelle’s lips.

Celeste listened to the long, flowing sentence in Nyxarian, her initial excitement fading as she heard the interpreter’s final, clipped translation. “A pleasure to see you again.” It felt like a dash of cold water.

Stefan clearly had no desire to engage with her. After exchanging a few more words with Isabelle, he and his wife moved off to continue their tour of the gardens.

Celeste watched their retreating figures, a sudden, sharp sense of exclusion settling over her.

Isabelle conversed with them with effortless grace, while she stood there, unable to comprehend a single word, let alone participate. The interpreter didn’t even glance her way again, clearly under no obligation to include her.

“Ms. Snow, shall I walk you out?” Isabelle offered, noting the flicker of frustration and helplessness in her eyes.

“That won’t be necessary, thank you,” Celeste said, taking the heavy box from Emily. Just as she turned to leave, a thought struck her. “Will Muddlehead be attending the design forum

gala tonight?”

“Most certainly,” Isabelle replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Celeste felt a renewed sliver of hope–she absolutely had to secure a meeting with Muddlehead.

With the company’s IPO date drawing closer, her anxiety was mounting,

She was nearly at the door when Damian and Brian walked in.

“Mr. Cross,” Celeste greeted.

“Hmm,” Damian acknowledged, his tone indifferent.

“You’re here already?” Isabelle’s smile brightened instantly.

“Picking up my girl after work. Can’t be late,” he said, stepping forward to take her hand, giving it a gentle, proprietary squeeze.

Brian, standing slightly behind him, frowned, his expression one of clear annoyance.

He had already scanned the main room and noted Diana’s absence.

He hadn’t been able to reach her for days, and it was starting to grate on him.

“You might have to wait a short while. Stefan just arrived. Would you care to join them shortly?” Isabelle suggested.

“Not a problem,” Damian said, glancing at Brian, who immediately pulled out his phone to begin making dinner reservations.

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