Loveless Marriage

She angrily scratched her hair, then pushed him away. Before he could say anything, she left in embarrassment.

In the end, she asked the receptionist for the right room number and a waiter took her there.

Except for her messy hair, she seemed to look normal on everything. Christian was already there when she returned to the room.

Looking at her, Shawn chuckled, "You have gone for such a long time. you shouldn't have got lost, should you?"

"No, I just got a phone call." Isabella smiled faintly, but she was secretly shocked inside.

Did he guess it out or just by observing?

Thinking of what Christian's warning just now, she frowned slightly. Shawn indeed looked even more complicated and harder to understand than Christian. But she was only a manager, why would he scheme against her?

Besides, with his wealth and talent, it wouldn't be her turn to win his heart.

"Since we're all here, let's go to the restaurant next door. I've already made a reservation" Shawn smiled elegantly and said.

His secretary was the first to get up, followed by the rest.

Isabella followed behind Mr. Smith, without even looking at Christian. Acting also as if nothing had happened, the man showed an indifferent expression on his handsome face.

Rich people were indeed different. They could show off their richness through a single dinner.

There were only a few people sitting by the large people, which looked rather empty.

Isabella chose to sit between Mr. Smith and the secretary, and in this way Christian didn't sit across from her. She could finally raise head and look forward freely. But what happened just now had been lingering in her mind, which made her a bit absent-minded.

Shawn called her a few times without getting any response, then Mr. Smith couldn't help but give her a nudge.

"Miss Jones, are you okay?" Shawn asked with care.

Isabella laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Simons. I was just thinking about my mother. She sprained her leg today and is still in the hospital right now."

Shawn frowned, "Do you need to go back now? It's okay. I heard from Mr. Smith that you should rest today. I feel kinda bad for calling you out.

Looking at her, Christian didn't say a word.

Isabella shook her head, "It's okay. I've called the doctor. She should be fine."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Mr. Smith asked as well.

"Yes. But I may have to return early today. I hope that you can understand, Mr. Simons, Mr. Miller. " She apologetically looked the people except for Christian. "No worries. Come, let's eat first." Shawn called out, who was gentle and calm all time.

After several minutes, the waiter came up to pour wine for everyone.

Shawn said: "Mr. Miller, Mr. Smith, this is my very first time in Brighton. My new company will operate soon, and I hope you can take care of me in the future."

"Oh Mr. Simons, You have filiales around our country in almost all kinds of industries. You should be the one taking care of Polygon." Christian raised his glass with a lazy look.

"And Benton as well!" Mr. Smith chuckled as he raised his glass to clink with them.

They then emptied the glass.

The waiter full them forthwith.

Shawn smiled, looking at Isabella across him: "Miss Jones, we hadn't a chance to have a drink last time, so we should drink and make friends this time. The cooperation between our two companies depends on you in the future."

Hearing this, Isabella was a little confused, "Depends on me?"

She then looked at the Mr. Smith beside.

Mr. Smith smiled: "The companies invested by Mr. Simons in Brighton all intend to cooperate with Benton. I want you to take this job."

Isabella felt a bit upset, as she didn't want to take it. After hesitating for several seconds, she said tactfully: "Mr. Smith, Mr. Simons, I'm not very qualified for such an important project as I only know how to deal with data. If anything goes wrong, I won't even know what to do. I'm sorry."

She had been working for years, knowing that she should do things within her capabilities and never make any trouble.