The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 33

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If anyone was seething over Bloomity’s advertisement, it was Charlotte who had spent the entire night tossing and turning, her thoughts consumed by her cousin’s sudden success

That morning, she joined Mr. and Mrs. Prescott at the dining table, where Lucas had also arrived to discuss the details of their upcoming engagement party.

“Isabella was trending again last night, Lucas began casually as he diced into a piece of toast. “People are talking about her Bloomify advertisement, which was shown on big screens in several cities. It’s good that you’re still supporting her career?

The couple exchanged a glance. Naturally, they wouldn’t admit they had no involvement, especially not in front of Lucas, who was friends with Isabella.

Charlotte’s perfectly painted lips curled, “Uncle had nothing to do with it. Who knows? Maybe Isabella got another sugar daddy footing the bill for the ad campaign”

Lucas‘ expression hardened. “Come on, love. We’re talking about millions here. I haven’t spoken to her lately, but maybe I should–as a friend and her future brother–in–law. I’ve meant to apologize for what your staff did to her?

He turned to Charlotte, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In truth, Lucas knew little about the agency’s management with their talents. Charlotte frequently mentioned that many in the office disliked Isabella, implying that this was the reason behind such decisions. She adamantly denied any involvement in the negative rumors Golden Stage rculated about Isabella.

“I’m sorry about that,” she muttered, her nails digging into her palms beneath the napkin

Mr. Prescott cleared his throat. “I’ve been getting marriage proposals from business partners since last night. Isabella’s trending status has really drawn attention. But it’s been so long since she visited… Does she even remember she’s our daughter?”

Mrs. Prescott’s brows furrowed as she stirred her tea.

“I’ll call Isabella for dinner,” she suggested.

“Oh! She’s probably busy at her new office,” Charlotte remarked casually.

“New office?” Three heads turned toward her simultaneously.

“Well,” Charlotte began, feigning hesitation, “I heard she’s taking over management of SummitGlow Talent. It’s just a small entertainment agency that has not made progress for years and has even declared bankruptcy. I hate to say it, but I’m worried about her. Why would she involve herself in something so… unstable?”

The concern in her voice was perfect, but the triumph flickering behind her eyes told a different story.

Mr. Prescott shook his head, his brows furrowing. He had planned to acknowledge Isabella’s success in the billboard ads last night, but this news made him hesitate.

Mrs. Prescott shared the sentiment, though Charlotte, having lived under their roof long enough, knew precisely how to manipulate their pride. Each word Charlotte chose carefully was another crack in their image of Isabella, slowly weakening their respect for her.

“It’s better to marry her off to someone who can bring value to the family and the company,” Mr. Prescott declared, a scoff punctuating his words, “Rather than letting her pursue these pointless things.”

“I think Parker’s son would be a good match,” Mrs. Prescott chimed in.

“Or perhaps Mr. Reed,” Charlotte suggested with an air of innocence. “He’s fifty, but he’s wealthy, Uncle.”

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Lucas’s expression darkened. While Mr. Reed was undeniably affluent and influered his region the mining mes

was no secret.

“Charlotte, he’s not a good man, Lucas said firmly. “Do you really wat het fare micery with her franch

Charlotte blinked, caught off guard. “N-no, Lacas, of course not That’s not what I mean I was only thinking of thes interests and Isabella’s future. Was I wrong: 1–I’m sorry I shouldn’t have medied in suda nave

Charlotte’s face showed a mix of hurt and mild offense, catching the concerned timers of fou round the sale back gently reached over and patted her head.

“Silly, I know you just want what’s best for habella, Lucas sad, offering Chatone a soft sile Before susting to the Perun “The engagement party’s coming up soon. I’ll speak with kabella, uncle, and see what’s really going ont

“Do invite her home for dinner, Mrs. Prescott urged.

“It would be better if she married Mr. Reed. I’ll also speak with Mr. Parker–maybe he has a good offer for her Maga small, struggling agency is no life for her. It would be better for her to come back here at marf