Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 118

They had no choice but to let this 80-year-old Theodore go clubbing.

Brian drove, with Bonita in the passenger seat. Isabelle and Diana sat in the back, giving him a list of dos and don'ts.

Theodore complained, "Alright, alright, you young people have so many rules. It's not like we never went out to have fun back in our day."

The group chatted and laughed as they got out of the car and headed for the private room.

Felix, who was munching on chips at the front desk, did a double-take. Thinking he was seeing things, he quickly took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Damian.

Felix sent, "Did you know your wife took Grandpa out clubbing?"

The man, still working overtime at the office, chuckled when he saw the photo. He never imagined his usually stern grandfather could be led astray by Isabelle.

Damian sent, "Keep an eye on them."

Felix frowned at his reply. He's not even going to stop them?

In the private room, Diana had called a few more people over. The music was turned down, and they were playing dice, with strips of paper stuck to their faces. They hadn't drunk much, but they had gone through quite a few tissues.

Isabelle sat beside Theodore, teaching him how to play dice.

Outside the private room door, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at her, filled with malice. His hands were clenched into tight fists as he tried to calm his emotions.

"Mr. Peterson, what are you doing out here? Come on, come in and have a few drinks!" A thoroughly drunk man called out to Gary, who was lost in thought.

"Just getting some air," Gary said.

The man looked at him, then peered into the private room. "Oh, your ex," he said with a laugh. "Her taste is... something else..."

Gary gave him a dark look and returned to his own private room not far away.

Watching him leave, the man looked into the room again and licked his lips. "Not bad..."

A little after eleven p.m., Isabelle thought it was getting late for Theodore and asked Bonita to help take him home. She walked them to the entrance on the first floor.

Theodore was still reluctant to leave. "No way, we have to come back another day."

"Next time we'll play at home. It's too noisy here," Isabelle said.

"Don't you dare lie to me!"

"I'm not lying. As long as you behave and get your check-up, once you're feeling better, I'll take you to do other things."

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Isabelle helped him into the car, gave Bonita a few instructions, and watched them drive away.

"Ms. Foster!" A disgusting voice called from behind her.

She only got any respect because Gary liked her and she was good-looking.

Now that they had broken up, it was strange that someone would still latch onto her. Because of that, she had to be on her guard.

"Baylor, you overestimate me," she said with a cold laugh. "Is there anything that could possibly trouble you, enough that you'd need my help?"

"I heard Mr. Cross is keeping you as his secret—"

Before he could finish, Isabelle's palm connected sharply with his face. She shook her stinging hand, feeling she hadn't hit him hard enough.

Has that rumor spread here too? She turned to leave.

"Fine! I won't mention that!" Baylor covered his cheek and continued to block her. "Just hear me out..."

She paused, curious to hear what other offensive things he might say. "Don't make me hit you again!"

"You want to get back at Gary, right? I can help you. But I have a request. You and... Mr. Cross are close. His family has connections at Aldoria Hospital. Could you ask someone to help me look into something?"

Isabelle said coldly, "Get back at Gary? I'm afraid it would dirty my hands. I don't need to."

She'd already let that guy go. She'd moved on from someone who only made her feel terrible.

"Putting that aside, don't you want Gary and Nicole to break up?" Baylor had no choice but to keep blocking her, not letting her leave.