The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 182

Isabelle ignored her and said directly, "Just give me the fruit tray, and you can leave now."

At first, Yvonne planned to do that too. But she became annoyed when Isabelle spoke like that.

"Are you driving me out? I just don't want to leave purposely!" Yvonne strode into the room.

"What are you doing?" Isabelle’s facial expression changed. She rushed toward the writing table.

"Why are you so nervous?" Yvonne looked at her in confusion.

"It's none of your business. Get out now,” Isabelle said.

Yvonne became very infuriated. It had been only a few days, and the timid and shy Isabelle dared to argue with her now.

She could not help but stare sternly at Isabelle.

Subconsciously, Isabelle moved slightly and blocked the things on the table from Yvonne’s view.

Yvonne felt that it was rather strange.

Was Isabelle quite anxious about the things behind her?

When she was standing at the door just now, she took a peek from afar and noticed that there seemed to be a notebook on the table.

Was Isabelle quite reluctant for Yvonne to see the notebook?

Yvonne was always a straightforward person. At that particular moment, an evil thought came to her. She did not rush toward Isabelle.

"Why aren't you leaving? I'll go to Dad and Mom and tell on you," Isabelle said.

"You always look for Dad and Mom at times like this." Yvonne sneered and left.

Isabelle then heaved a long sigh of relief.

The next morning, Isabelle went to the Shaw Mansion at an early hour just to please Madam Shaw.

Mr. Shelby had gone to work, and Mrs. Shelby was going to play mahjong with her friends.

Yvonne was the only one left at home.

Yvonne seemed to be plotting something when she looked at Isabelle's room.

She went over and tried to open the door to Isabelle's room, but it did not budge.

Clearly, Isabelle locked her room before she left.

"How could she lock her room? There must be some secrets in her room!" Yvonne was slightly excited.

'Did Isabelle think that she could stop me just by locking her room?’

Yvonne hired a locksmith directly.

"Be careful when you're trying to unlock the room. Remember not to ruin the lock," Yvonne ordered her.

The locksmith had good skills, and soon the room was opened.

Yvonne started to look for the notebook in the room.

She felt that Isabelle's secret might be related to that notebook given what she witnessed the day before.

Isabelle hid the notebook well. Yvonne spent a few hours looking for it, and she finally found a tiny locked box under the bed.

She asked the locksmith to open the box again. Then she found a notebook at the bottom of the box.

Yvonne took a look at it impatiently.

After that, she broke into a reckless smile.

"Isabelle, it’s Susan's notebook! It seems like this is your secret weapon!”

Yvonne remembered vaguely that Susan lost the notebook before, and Susan claimed that Yvonne was the one who burned her notebook. Susan even went and fought with Yvonne because of it. Surprisingly, Isabelle had kept the notebook with her all the time.

Yvonne blinked a few times. Then she took out her phone and snapped each and every page of the notebook patiently. She put the notebook back to its original place at last.

When she was done, she restored the scene and left

Isabelle’s room.

Yvonne returned to her room after paying the locksmith. She looked at the photographs of the notebook and laughed uncontrollably.

Isabelle was quite smug in front of her for the past few days. In fact, it was all because of that notebook.

Now, Isabelle had the contents of the notebook with her too. 1

She needed to think carefully about how she could manipulate that notebook.

It was the fourth day of the week in which they had made the promise.

Yvonne did not contact Julian, and Julian frowned because of that.

Was it not working? Yvonne seemed to be calmer than what he imagined she would be.

Maybe, he needed to change the tactic in carrying out his investigation.

"Julian, it's the fourth day now. Didn't you mention that you want to investigate something? How was it?" Susan asked him.

"Susie, I’ll give you an answer no matter what after three days," Julian replied with a deep voice.