Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 A Hero’s Arrival

“And the fireworks…”

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Isabelle remembered how the brilliant display had immediately followed the blast, its spectacle completely overshadowing the jarring sound, leaving almost no one in the crowd suspicious.

“I tried calling you, but your phone was off. I assumed you were tied up with the event, so I went ahead and gave the signal. The fireworks were actually supposed to be your gift tonight. They just went off a little early, that’s all. We can arrange another show.”

Hearing his explanation, Isabelle felt a wave of warmth instantly soothe the lingering chill in her heart.

Damian gently ruffled her hair. “I’m here now. Don’t be scared; it’s alright. Here, this is for you.”

Only then did she notice he was holding a bouquet of Parrot tulips, their petals still tightly closed in bud.

Seeing her eyes fix on the flowers in his hand, he presented them to her.

The soft, peachy–rose hue of the tulips perfectly complemented the colors of her dress.

“They’re gorgeous! Thank you!” Isabelle took the bouquet, brought it to her nose to inhale its faint, fresh scent, and smiled up at him.

Damian smiled back.

The flowers had been air–freighted overnight and held at the florist under precise conditions. He’d come straight from his meeting the moment it adjourned.

He used to think those besotted CEOs were just performative–spending a fortune, flying for hours on a private jet just for a single meeting or a dinner.

Now he finally understood that feeling of missing someone after just a short separation.

He felt he’d become one of those fools himself.

Seeing Isabelle’s radiant smile as she held the flowers he’d chosen made him happier than she was. Her joy made every effort worthwhile.

“Mr. Cross.” Brian’s voice cut through the moment as he stepped out of the studio.

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Both Isabelle and Damian turned their attention to him.

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“You should get back to your guests. I have a few things to wrap up: I’ll find you later/ Damian said, giving her waist a final, gentle squeeze.

“Alright.”

As soon as she replied, Damian leaned in and placed a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Startled, she took a half–step back. Without another word, she turned and hurried back toward the main event.

Brian shot him a sidelong look.

I’m standing right here!

Are the rest of us just part of the scenery now?

He used to be all restraint, and now he doesn’t even register other people.

“Any leads?” Damian asked, his demeanor shifting instantly.

“Nothing concrete. The police have been notified,” Brian reported, shoving his hands in his pockets, his gaze drifting toward Diana across the courtyard.

“We’ll run our own parallel investigation. If we turn anything up, hold off on informing the police immediately. Also, clear my schedule for the rest of the day,” Damian instructed.

Brian replied evenly, “Already done.”

“Brian, you always know what I need,” Damian remarked with a low chuckle.

“Got to have some foresight to keep this job,” Brian quipped with a faint smirk.

The opening of Isadiana Studio had drawn a considerable number of socialites from various circles. Guests had been trickling in steadily all the way into the afternoon.

Many were there because of the buzz surrounding the elusive Muddlehead.

Just who was Muddlehead?

Plenty of people were discreetly inquiring about the designer’s identity, but no one offered a straight answer–only polite, enigmatic smiles.

Celeste also made an appearance. She arrived in the afternoon, once the initial crowd had

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She was here for Muddlehead. She needed to establish a connection today; otherwise, she’d have no way to substantiate the claims she’d made the previous night.

And the truth was, she really couldn’t back them up.

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In the studio’s lounge, Isabelle knelt gracefully on a floor cushion, pouring a cold brew, while Damian lounged in a low–slung armchair nearby.

She poured a cup of coffee and set it on the side table next to his chair.

Looking through the floor–to–ceiling window into the courtyard, Damian’s eyes landed on Brian and Diana engaged in what appeared to be a rather intimate conversation.

A slight smile touched his lips.

Brian worked fast.

He wondered if Diana had pursued Brian, or if it was the other way

He took a slow sip of coffee just as a familiar figure came into view.

around.

Celeste was walking purposefully across the courtyard toward the lounge.

Through the sheer linen curtain covering the window, she could vaguely make out

silhouettes inside. Though she couldn’t see their faces clearly, one particular, elegant profile.

was unmistakable.

The woman seated inside was none other than Muddlehead–the very woman she’d seen in the atelier during her fitting!

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