The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 11

Isabelle looked up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She eyed the pamphlet in his hands and shrugged. “Yeah.”

Then she looked away again and focused on her laptop. But Jacob didn’t miss her tone, and how her face fell at his question.

“And?” he urged.

“I didn’t get the job.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, frowning. “Can I take a look at your resume?”

“Sure.”

He took the document and sat back on the sofa. The more he scrutinised the document, the deeper his frown grew. From what he was seeing, it didn’t make sense that she wouldn’t pass an interview at the Larson Group.

According to her resume, she was a top student at her college and even won a scholarship after winning a design contest. That aside, she had recently won a design championship. Both were enough proof that she was a brilliant upcoming designer.

“Why were you rejected?” he asked after looking through her resume.

“Probably because I didn’t pass the exam,” Isabelle replied. But even as she said that, she doubted it. She had gone over the paper and her answers in her mind about a hundred times, and she was sure she had gotten everything right.

“Is that what they told you?” Jacob asked.

“No, they called and just said I didn’t make it.”

“That makes no sense,” he said, frowning down at her resume.

Isabelle looked up at him. He sounded almost enraged about it.

“There must be a good reason to reject such a talented designer,” he added.

Isabelle wondered how much he knew about the fashion and design industry. Or maybe he was making that assumption from what he saw in her resume. Either way, it felt nice that he thought she was good enough for the Larson Group.

Maybe that’s why she found herself telling him the truth of the matter. “Actually, one of the interviewers, Ann, is a former college classmate of mine. We weren’t the best of friends.”

“What do you mean?”