Loveless Marriage

Suspension

But Isabella only passed by, and walked back to her office without any hesitation in the end.

All the subordinates in the department watched her leave carefully, then looked at each other. They

then glanced at Minh who was quietly working in a corner.

As one of the male protagonists of the incident, he said nothing, but remained silent like everyone else,

doing nothing at all.

However, everyone knew that arguing at this time would only show the guilt of being a bandit.

Isabella sat in her office with a dark face, thinking for a while, then used her phone to open a web page.

All the headlines in the entire Brighton were about her, they were all well—written, and even the

pictures were taken extremely clearly.

Even the photo of her eating with Shawn in London was taken. The earliest picture was taken half a

month ago.

She wasn't a celebrity who would pay attention to her. The only thing she could think of was that

someone had deliberately targeted her, and behind all of these articles was just a murderer.

Just as he was checking, his phone rang and a notification popped up.

Isabella casually tapped it open.

It was sent by Minh.

[Are you alright?

Don't worry, I will find out the truth. You have to be careful in the next few days.]

Isabella frowned her eyebrows, moved her fingers and quickly replied to him with a simple message,

"I'm fine."

Right after sending it, John knocked on the door and entered.

"Miss Hones, Mrs. Cotton sends someone to notify you to attend a meeting."

Isabella was quiet for two seconds, she closed his phone expressionlessly and replied, "I got it. You

can leave now."

What meeting? It was just a denouncement of her. It seemed that someone couldn't wait to see her

make a joke out of her. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

After getting up, Isabella walked around the table and unbuttoned her collar with her slender fingers.

Her expression was cold.

John worriedly looked at her, wanted to say something but hesitated. But he said nothing in the end.

No one had expected such a thing to happen as soon as they returned. It was obvious that someone

had planned this.

In the meeting room, there were five to six people. The company wasn't big, but everyone could speak.

Isabella glanced at it, then glanced at Mr. Smith, who waved and indicated for her to sit.

She walked over, pulled out a chair, and looked at Lucy who was seated beside her with a pleased look

in her eyes, her lips curling up, "You have returned with good news, congratulations. Another big

contract with Fantasy."

Although she was saying congratulations, anyone could hear the mockery in his voice.

Isabella sat down, her fair and elegant face did not have a single trace of a smile, but only politely

pulled at the corner of her lips, "Same here, the interests of the company are our own, there's nothing

to claim credit for."

Heather's eyes narrowed, and said faintly, "You're truly unable to understand my words. Because your

private life has affected the entire company's image, causing all of us to be condemned by the

headquarters. Are you not going to give everyone an explanation? Mr. Smith still trusted you so much. "

Headquarters?

Isabella frowned, it has been already reached the headquarters so quickly?

She glanced at the lady beside and smiled, "Mrs. Cotton, when did you manage to speak up for Mr.

Smith? Do you intend to take his place?"

Heather's face turned cold and said in a deep voice, "Manager Isabella, trying to force logic is

meaningless. You ruined all, and everyone will lose face because of you, do you think that you can

pass with brief excuses?"

Although Isabella did not have a smile on her face, she still looked very calm. Looking at the

aggressive attitude of the crowd, she asked in amusement, "Then what do you want me to say? Would

you believe me if I said that it was a slander? But you have to make me admit, that's also impossible,

but I apologise for the impact on the company today, and I'm sorry to have to implicate everyone

because of me. "

With that, she stood up and bowed deeply towards the crowd.

"Embarrassment and slander?" Heather sneered deeply, "The photo is already so clear. Even if you are

illiterate, you won't be blind. Are you trying to say that the photos are synthetic? "

Isabella pinched her fingers and pursed her lips tightly, not saying a word for a while.

The situation now was extremely disadvantageous for her. Before things were made clear, anything

she said now was meaningless.

Heather thought that she was guilty, so she chuckled and continued, "I remember someone once told

us that she and Miller were only working together, what kind of relationship did they have to work

together with their faces close to each other, could they not explain it clearly? "It seems like he went

home by hitchhiking."

That thick sense of mockery and contempt, seemed as though it had ruthlessly slapped Isabella in her

face in front of everyone.

Isabella's face did not reveal any ripples, but her eyes became colder and colder. She did not deny

anything, she only stated each word simply, and paused a bit, as though she was considering it

carefully, "The pictures are not synthesized, but my relationship with Christian Miller, when the matter is

investigated clearly, I will give everyone an explanation, in short, I did not use any improper actions to

make the transaction."

With that, she looked at Mr. Smith who was seated at the head of the table, "Mr. Smith, this is my

explanation. If headquarters wants to investigate me, I won't have any complaints."

Mr. Smith leaned on his chair with an unfathomable expression. He did not have any expression on his

face and no one could tell what he was thinking.

After a long silence, he sighed and waved his hand, "Sit down first. I will get my people to investigate

this, but …" "Before you get to the bottom of it, leave the work at hand to Heather. You're too tired

recently, take a rest first."

In truth, it was not that he did not trust Isabella, he had personally witnessed her efforts in the past few

years, but it was just that this time, her influence was too great, causing the company's image to be

tarnished, even if he wanted to plead for her, he had no way of defending himself.

Moreover, after seeing those pictures, even he was a little confused. Thinking about Christian taking

care of her before, with Shawn mentioning her from time to time, and the rumours that spread around

the company, he just couldn't ignore it.

Isabella's expression changed as she took a deep breath, "Mr. Smith, I can take a rest, but there are

still so many people in the department. Even if I am absent, they could still complete the mission, there

is no need to change staff."

It was 'a rest' on the surface, but the suspension in fact.

It was unknown whether she would be able to get her job again. This was the problem that Isabella was

most worried about previously, but she never thought that it would happen in such an awkward manner.

Mrs. Cotton raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Miss Jones, I am usually very busy, and do not have the

time to take care of a department's staff more. The best way is to hand over the work and let everyone

play their parts so that your department's staff can properly do their job."