Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 114

Besides, the last time Isabelle had kindly not exposed her, Wendy was already quite grateful. Still so young, doing something so foolish...

"I ordered you a coffee, and it'll be here soon. With milk—just a small early congratulations," Wendy said.

Isabelle asked, "Congratulations for what?"

"Oh, you're doing this on purpose? You have to make me say it out loud, is that it? Check the group notification yourself," Wendy mumbled as she walked away. "Always busy with your romance..."

Isabelle quickly opened her phone to check the group file.

She leaned back in her swivel chair and spun around a few times. Her design had won first prize. Many well-known designers, both domestic and international, had liked it and left comments below, some even trying to poach her.

One step closer to my goal!

Damian sent, "Come see me after lunch."

A message from Damian suddenly came in, making her cheeks feel warm. Yesterday with him was just too reckless.

I even took the initiative to hold his hand... what was I thinking? To provoke Aurora and Gary, I'd do anything. And those things I said after drinking... so improper.

Normally, she probably wouldn't even dare get close to him. It feels like their relationship still needs a little push from others for them to get closer.

Isabelle sent, "What for?"

If it's about having sex, I'm not going. We're at work, and he's already this impatient?

She pursed her lips, waiting for his reply.

Damian sent, "About Diana's studio."

Oh, he works fast. Before Isabelle could reply, another message from Damian came through.

Damian sent, "What did you think it was? Or what do you want it to be?"

Isabelle didn't reply. Sure enough, can't be too naive. Men will be men. Back when we had no connection, he was ice-cold. After accidentally sleeping together once, it just hasn't stopped.

Damian stared at his phone all morning.

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Right after the design contest results came out, the hot topic in the office shifted to Isabelle.

A super observant coworker noticed the ring on her ring finger.

"That ring's platinum purity, it has to be worth at least ten million dollars."

"I heard it's a custom piece. You can only order one in a lifetime, and it's registered to a name."

They carefully examined the ring on her hand.

Isabelle was startled when she heard this. She thought it was just a regular ring!

Wait, Damian put it on me just a couple of days after we got the certificate. Wouldn't a custom order like this take months? Is this a replica? No way... The CEO wouldn't trick someone with a fake, would he?

Go to such lengths?

Damian, walking ahead, glanced back at the two sneaking figures and couldn't help but frown.

What matters is so important that even I can't know about it?

He stewed, sitting down alone to eat. Coincidentally, Ashley sat across from him.

"Girl, are you just going to hand her over?" Brian signaled with his eyes.

Isabelle glanced in Damian's direction. Damian gave her a baffled look. She couldn't be bothered with that right now. The main thing was to clarify one matter.

Isabelle asked, "I checked. The driver had already arrived that day I was drunk. So why did I end up in Damian's car?"

Brian looked like he wished he were dead, casting a pleading glance toward Damian.

Damian looked puzzled, as if asking, "What's going on?"

Isabelle secretly kicked Brian under the table, forcing him to look at her. "Don't look at him!"

He swallowed hard. "I don't dare say."

Isabelle pressed, "If you don't talk, I'll beat you to death."

Brian insisted, "If I tell you, Mr. Cross will beat me to death."

Isabelle looked utterly exasperated. "Fine. If you confess today, I can grant you one condition."