Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 150

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Linda’s version of events was that she had just happened to show up, found Xavier drunk, and taken advantage of the situation to practically drag him away with her.

Feeling trapped, Amelia now claimed she wanted Isabella’s help–so she wouldn’t get blamed by Xavier once he sobered up.

But to Isabella, the whole story sounded thin. If Amelia had really been worried about getting in trouble, she would’ve called the moment Linda appeared… not waited until everything was over.

Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling that this young woman wasn’t quite as innocent or simple as she seemed. Still, even if Amelia was playing her, Isabella decided to go along with it for now. She wasn’t entirely sure why–maybe curiosity, maybe something else.

“I’ll go ask the front desk for the room number,” Isabella said, turning toward the lobby.

“It’s 806.”

Amelia stopped her, then reached over and pressed the elevator button herself.

Isabella watched her calmly, and before she could even question it, Amelia offered a breezy explanation. “Earlier, I told the front desk I was Mr. Moore’s assistant and needed to settle the room charge. That’s how I got the number.”

“Quick thinking,” Isabella remarked with a faint, unreadable smile.

Amelia returned the smile lightly.

When the elevator reached the eighth floor, Isabella held out a hand to stop Amelia from stepping out. “Since this is ultimately a family matter, it’s better if you wait outside. I’ll go in alone.”

Amelia looked surprised for a second, then nodded obediently. “Of course. I’ll wait for you and Mr. Moore downstairs.”

“Okay.”

Isabella watched as Amelia stepped back into the elevator and the doors slid shut. Only then did her polite smile fade. She took a slow breath and walked quickly down the hall to room 806.

It was the only presidential suite on the floor.

She raised her hand, hesitated for just a heartbeat, then firmly pressed the doorbell.

Inside, Linda’s eyes narrowed. A second earlier, her phone had lit up with a message from Amelia.

“She’s here, Linda.”

Before Linda could reply, the doorbell rang.

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The sound of running water echoed loudly from the bathroom. Moving quickly, Linda stripped off her outer blouse and skirt, leaving only a thin white camisole. She snatched a throw blanket from the couch, wrapped it loosely around her shoulders, and went to answer the door.

The moment Isabella saw her, her face went pale.

Even though the other woman composed herself almost instantly, Linda didn’t miss the flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Isabella?” Linda put on a flustered tone, using her body to block the doorway. “What… what are you doing here?”

But Isabella had already seen enough–the clutter inside, Linda’s clothes tossed carelessly near the entry, and further in, what looked like Xavier’s jacket and tie strewn across the floor.

“Where is Xavier?”

Isabella’s voice was cool and controlled, but it carried a sharp, icy edge. As she spoke, she tried to step forward.

“Wait-” Linda shifted to block her. “Isabella… Xavier isn’t really in any state to see anyone right now. He’s in the shower, and the place is a mess. Why don’t you give me a minute to tidy up?”

Linda’s tone was soft, almost timid, as if she were afraid of Isabella–but every word was deliberately chosen to provoke.

“Slap.” The sound was crisp and sharp.

Linda’s head snapped to the side, heat already spreading across her cheek. By the time she registered what happened, Isabella had already pushed past her into the suite.

“Isabella!” Enraged, Linda rushed after her and grabbed her arm. “How dare you hit me?”

Out of respect for Xavier, she’d always held back with this woman. And now Isabella had struck first?

“I hit you because you have no shame,” Isabella said, yanking her arm free so forcefully that Linda stumbled back, barely catching her balance. “You throw yourself at my husband, then have the nerve to stand here and provoke

r me.”

“Linda, you asked for that slap. If you want to make something of it, I’m more than happy to call the Moores and the Allens right now and let them come down here to settle it.”

Linda’s protest died in her throat. She swallowed hard, suddenly speechless.

The woman in front of her felt almost terrifying.

“Isabella, you’ve got it all wrong…” Linda’s voice softened into a defensive plea. “Xavier had too much to drink… just brought him here to rest…”

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