Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 Wait and See

The next day, Isabelle submitted her resignation. HR department approved it immediately–once the paperwork was don ould leave.

Harrison came to her desk as soon as he heard.

the date for Columbus Day. You’re invited to the wedding

eably high today.

ened up. They’d kept their relationship under wraps for so long that he hadn’t dared spread office rumors, af ns from management.

she’d just been promoted at the start of the work year. He probably assumed Damian was keeping him quiet, so he hadn

ed a word.

a brief chat, Harrison left.

artor helped her pack up. Isabelle left many things behind, giving them to Eleanor.

You’re going into business with Ms. Williams?” Eleanor asked, clearly envious.

abelle didn’t hide it. “Diana and I have been friends for years. We’ve collaborated many times. Coming here was just a stepping one. Now the timing is right.”

eanor asked, “Ms. Williams partnered with Muddlehead… so all three of you know each other?”

Not three. Two.” Her smile was telling, with no intention to conceal.

took Eleanor a few moments to figure out what “two” meant.

On. So she is Muddlehead.

After saying goodbye to her design team colleagues, Isabelle drove to the new studio in the arts district.

The studio renovations were mostly complete. A cloth covered the new sign, waiting to be unveiled at the opening ceremony in t

ouple of days.

For lunch, they had fondue at the studio. Besides Isabelle, Diana, and Bonita, there were the new twin assistants, Evelyn Adams, and Emily Adams. Evelyn was the older sister.

Hoth were petite but with nice, healthy figures. If you didn’t look closely, you couldn’t tell them apart.

The women drank sweet wine while adding food to the fondue pot.

through on Isabelle’s work account. It was from Damian, asking if she did bespoke tailoring

Chapter 190 Wait and See

“What’s so funny?” Diana asked, having cooked several pieces of food for her that sat untouched. Isabelle was just staring at he phone and smiling

Isabelle looked down, picked up some food, and ate it with a satisfied expression.

Then she said, “That blockhead mentioned taking wedding photos last night. Now he’s asking about ordering a custom gown.”

Diana made a teasing sound. “About time.”

Damian typed, “Any pricing tiers?”

Isabelle replied, “Bring the client in for measurements. Price is determined after finalizing the style and materials. Or, Mr. Cross car opt for a flat fee of two hundred thousand dollars. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

Damian replied instantly, followed by a set of body measurements, “Send the QR code.”

Isabelle stared at the numbers for a long moment, checking them over and over.

These aren’t my measurements.

They’re smaller than mine.

Damian wouldn’t get her size wrong. Unless this wasn’t for her.

“What did he say?” Diana leaned over, frowning. “That bastard. Who’s the little tart he’s ordering for?”

Isabelle thought for a second, then replied, “Have her come to the studio for measurements.”

I want to see who this woman is.

“Whoever she is, we’d be fools not to take the money. Two hundred grand is too low anyway,” she muttered.

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