Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286 A Heroic Rescue

He had wealth, looks, and talent a fare combination.

But for some reason, Collin always exuded an air of mystery that made him feer distant, difficult to truly approach.

Isabelle had spent a fair amount of time with him while growing up, yet she still sensed an invisible barrier between them, an inability to get truly close.

Even that year when they were both exchange students from a prestigious private academy in Selvenia and spent a full academic year in the same host country, with Collin looking out for her constantly, she just couldn’t muster any real… romantic spark

Later, when she formally met Griffin, their dynamic still felt like that of an ordinary senior and junior.

After he graduated, they basically lost touch. If it hadn’t been for that international fashion show and her visit to his atelier to pick up wax flowers for a project, they probably wouldn’t have crossed paths again.

Collin, who was driving, seemed to sense her gaze. A slight, knowing smile touched his lips as he glanced toward her.

“What’s up? Is there something on my face?”

Caught off guard, Isabelle felt a flutter of embarrassment. “No, I was just thinking… you drove all day yesterday and had drinks last night. I was worried you might be tired this morning.”

“I’m not that fragile,” Collin replied with casual ease.

Perhaps it was because she’d heard Damian say so many… suggestive things lately, but hearing Collin say “not fragile” suddenly felt a bit loaded. She chose not to respond.

The car pulled into the vast parking lot of the manufacturing plant.

The rest of their group arrived shortly after.

The day’s agenda was straightforward–follow the officials on an inspection tour to review production progress and material quality.

Though, in reality, much of it was ceremonial.

What Isabelle truly wanted to see wasn’t just the surface–level presentation. She wanted to witness the tangible result of her own effort the part of this project she had poured her creativity and dedication into.

The plant manager greeted them and led the group inside.

Isabelle hadn’t seen many industrial facilities of this scale before, let alone one involved in a federal contract.

Her original goal had been to establish herself within design circles. She had never imagined being part of a national–level project.

For a designer of her age, this was an extraordinary opportunity.

Now, she was someone whose opinion held weight at this level, too.

Collin watched her, noticing her distracted gaze, her eyes filled with a quiet yearning. He reached over and gently ruffled her hair.

Chapter 286 A Heroic Resciis.

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What, feeling overwhelmed?”

Isabelle couldn’t avoid his hand tighe, feeling a weve of warmth spread from the top of her head.

She froze for a split second, then offered a noncommittal smile and continued walking, though she became more conscious of maintaining a bit more distance from Collin.

They arrived at the pressing and finishing section.

The final step in garment production was steaming and pressing, after which the items were left to air before final packaging.

They used industrial steam irons. The entire area was filled with the heavy thump of presses meeting fabric and the sharp hiss of

steam.

Isabelle watched as workers slid clear plastic garment bags over the finished pieces. Each item was now complete.

She couldn’t help but pick one up to examine it closely.

This wasn’t just a finished product. It was the culmination of their hard work, a tangible symbol of their collective achievement.

“This season’s designs feel more ceremonial than previous iterations,” remarked one of the officials, observing the embellishments and tailoring.

“The overall aesthetic is a definite step up in sophistication,” another person added.

“The presentation certainly doesn’t disappoint.”

Isabelle didn’t contribute much to the conversation. Most of the dialogue with the officials was handled smoothly by Collin.

Finally, the group moved to the finished goods warehouse.

A portion of the order was already completed. Workers were steadily moving carts, transferring garments onto rolling garment racks.

The plant manager continued his detailed explanations for the officials.

Isabelle stood beside one of the mobile racks, observing the workers organize the clothing. She casually took a uniform from the rack, shook it out to check the size, and held it up to assess the fit.

It was nearing noon. A worker stacking garments on the opposite side of the aisle between the racks, perhaps rushing to meet a quota, heaved a large, heavy bundle of clothes onto a high shelf.

The entire rack, unbalanced by the sudden weight and momentum, began to tip directly toward Isabelle.

Isabelle was still holding the garment up, utterly unprepared, when a dark, heavy mass came crashing down toward her.

Her head collided with something rough and solid–a palm.

A sharp, pained groan sounded right by her ear.

All around was the deafening clatter of metal racks colliding and toppling like dominos.

People nearby screamed in panic.

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