The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Sabrina’s eyes widened in feigned surprise the moment she spotted me. “Isn’t that Isabella Prescott?”

Her fans turned to me, their gazes lingering on my simple attire.

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A few exchanged disapproving looks, and whispers quickly turned into cutting remarks, seizing the opportunity to question my presence and wardrobe.

“Must be here to meet her secret sugar daddy.”

“What sugar daddy would want someone so… plain?”

“Exactly. No class, eating ice cream in a hotel lobby.”

“Probably because the guy she’s meeting is just as shabby. Why else dress like that?”

Gabriel, who had been silent until now, couldn’t stand it anymore. “Everyone, please show some respect. Isabella is a key part of our upcoming series.”

I met Sabrina’s gaze, my smile sharp as glass. “Sabrina, perhaps you should teach your fans some manners. If I decide to sue them for defamation, I hope you understand your name will inevitably come up.”

Her fans‘ faces twisted with displeasure, but none dared to speak.

“Sorry, Sabrina and Gabriel,” I heard them mumble behind me

As I walked away, security stopped them at the entrance. Gabriel ran after me as I approached the elevator, with Sabrina trailing closely behind.

“Isabella, wait!” Gabriel caught up, grabbing my arm to stop me.

I paused, raising an eyebrow as I licked my ice cream with studied indifference. “Yes?”

“Sabrina and I are here to meet with a sponsor, Gabriel began, his tone measured but defensive. “We’re trying to secure funding for her beauty product advertisements. I’ve already explained that I’ve been financially supporting her brand.”

So, this was the excuse Gabriel chose to offer me?

Sabrina cut in smoothly, her voice laced with false sweetness. “Gabriel, you don’t owe Isabella explanations. We’re here for work; I’m sure she understands, right, Isabella?”

I returned her smile, though mine carried none of the warmth. “Of course, Sabrina. Gabriel’s been very thorough in explaining your connection to me. Including the part where you fucked each other. I trust it won’t happen again now that you’ve both scratched that… itch.”

The color drained from Gabriel’s face. He quickly pulled his hand away from Sabrina, the memory of our breakup flashin between us.

Sabrina’s face flushed with embarrassment as her eyes darted around, searching for anyone who might have overheard us.

“Baby, a–are you angry?” Gabriel asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“Why would I be?” I kept my tone light. “Didn’t I say everything is fine?”

Gabriel trembled slightly. “But why?”

“You asked me to trust you, Gabriel Shouldn’t I?” I tilted my head, letting confusion color my tone. “Isn’t that what you

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wanted?”

Sabrina caught his attention once again “Gabriel, we’re ture for www meeting Teeth, thanks ise being so geofertauting

“Of course!”

Gabriel grabbed my arm again. “When about you? What are you doing heres

“My blood sugar dropped, and I’ve had the father past few days Cause informed your right?” I replied. “I’m here because asked for my home to be sanitized. I have work to catch up on, so I’ll way here”

“Could I visit you later?” The hope in his voice was almost pathetic.

“No, Gabriel. We’re busy,” I said, pointing to Sabrina to remind him of the reason he came here. Furthermore, my husband would certainly punish me if I allowed another man into our suite.

I stepped into the elevator, eager to escape any further interruptions.

Once inside, I quickly put him out of my mind, especially when I entered the suite. There was Grayson, still working from the bed, clearly frustrated with whoever he was speaking to on the phone, dressed only in a white robe.

When he looked up at me, his expression softened. He patted the space beside him on the bed, signaling me to join him.

“Problem?” I asked casually.

“There’s an issue with the construction in Alberta, but don’t worry about it… Just stay here so I don’t lose my temper with them.”

I fed Grayson some banana splits from time to time. Before diving into work, I checked what was trending on social media. It is unbelievable how quickly Sabrina’s fans reacted to the earlier incident. They’d posted a picture of me in a simple tank top and sweatpants, casually eating an ice cream cone.

“This is Isabella Prescott’s real look on an ordinary day. I look better than her.”

Sabrina’s fans were laughing at me, and I couldn’t help but grimace. I didn’t have a picture like that out in public. People typically saw me as glamorous, always wearing makeup, even for the most casual moments or my simple role in the series. But despite that, likes, hearts, and positive reactions flooded in, along with people reposting my photo.

“Wow! Is that really Isabella? She looks like she’s nineteen!”

“She’s not even wearing makeup! Look at that smooth skin.” That comment got 107 likes.

“Finally! Proof celebrities are human, too. She looks amazing casual. If I wore that, I’d probably be mistaken for someone who got lost.”

“And her body–wow! Isabella, marry me?”

“I need to buy her beauty products ASAP!”

“Me too! I want that skin!” That comment got 44 likes.

The original post unexpectedly gained acceptance from the public, so Sabrina’s fan deleted it. But by then, all the netizens who had seen it had already saved and reposted my photos. It’s astonishing how quickly people on social media can spread something with just a few clicks.

I couldn’t help but smile, imagining Sabrina’s reaction.