Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 105

Isabelle followed them.

Her heart pounded, thinking about how to greet him or what to say.

If it's the father I haven't seen in over twenty years, what should I do? Slap him? Or acknowledge him? What if he doesn't recognize me? I don't even know the man's name. And how am I supposed to face Ashley after this?

Panicked, the rapid click of her heels echoed in the hallway. The two men chatting ahead heard the footsteps and politely moved to the side, stopping.

Isabelle froze, her steps halting right in front of the familiar man.

She wasn't mistaken. This was the face she had looked at hundreds, thousands of times in countless nights. There was absolutely no mistaking it!

Even though he wasn't young anymore, his expression and his features couldn't lie to her. He was the man from the photos—the "father" she hadn't seen in over twenty years!

"Young lady, are you here for the birthday cake? Did you get lost?" the man spoke.

It was the first time she had heard his voice. Isabelle was too nervous to say anything.

It was the man beside her father who spoke, "Isabelle?"

Isabelle froze—she hadn't expected him to know her.

Only then did Isabelle notice the man next to her father—it was Nicole's uncle! He was the man she had taken her car to for servicing!

Nicole's grandfather had had a son late in life; he was just thirty, not much older than Nicole. He was the one who had spread the news about Nicole and Gary.

The day Isabelle picked up her car, she still clearly remembered his fierce stare.

He had been covered in grime, holding her car key, refusing to give it to her. In the end, Isabelle had to stubbornly pry it from his hand.

And he remembered it clearly and had a particularly strong impression of her. He had never seen a woman so fierce.

She wasn't afraid the Gale family would cause trouble for her—she even felt at ease handing her car over to him confidently.

"Hello, I'm Isabelle Foster." This was directed at her father. She extended her hand.

Looking at the two men, she felt scared—she chickened out, unsure what to do.

Her father was momentarily stunned, looking at her blonde hair before slowly extending his own hand. "Hello, Finley Debose."

His name was Finley Debose.

They stood there for half a minute before slowly releasing the handshake.

"Hello, Blaze Wilder." Nicole's uncle gave a wicked smile and offered his hand to Isabelle.

Isabelle finally looked at him properly.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, a watch worth millions of dollars on his wrist. One hand was in his pocket, the other waiting for her.

God... who curses someone's car like that?

"The car is fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Wilder!" The sight of him reminded Isabelle of all those disgusting things. So annoying!

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