Semua Bab Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Bab 1351 - Bab 1360

As the company's chairman, it was easy for Joshua to facilitate someone's employment. Desmond did not have much to say. He assumed that Isabella was a close friend of Joshua's and simply agreed on the spot.With Joshua by her side, Isabella went to complete her onboarding paperwork. The whole process made Desmond extremely nervous, and his mind went blank when he saw Isabella write her name, Isabella Quier, in the space provided.As Isabella filled in details about her educational background and past work experience, Desmond felt like his world was crashing down. This was the person Luther specifically emphasized not to hire!What was going on?! What was the connection between Isabella, Luther, and Joshua?Joshua noticed Desmond's expression and asked, "Is there any problem?" "N-None," Desmond replied. He could not possibly admit there was an issue. Despite feeling anxious, he forced a smile, saying, "I just find it a bit of a waste to have someone with such high qualifica

"Who says you can't eat out just because your family owns a restaurant?" Isabella countered nonchalantly.Luther was rendered speechless by her reply.Feeling the strange atmosphere between the two, Roderick could not help but feel puzzled. As far as he was aware, Luther had feelings for Isabella. So, why was Luther treating her that way?"I'm officially starting work next Monday; I've already completed the onboarding process. Is there anything specific I need to know?" Isabella proactively spoke to Luther, unaffected by his cold demeanor."You have a one-week probationary period. If you don't pass, you're out."It was obvious that Luther was purposely making it hard for Isabella. "Understood." Isabella nodded. She did not linger in the office, immediately turning to look for Joshua.Luther had expected Isabella to talk to him, to inquire why he had not replied to her letters or met her all these years. Yet, while he anxiously awaited these questions, she did not ask anythi

"Do you hate me?" Isabella asked him.Luther did not respond to her question, opting for silence as he continued eating his dinner. That version of him reminded Isabella of their first meeting during that winter break, when he had been equally stubborn, keeping to himself without saying a word.However, Isabella was not one to feel awkward and decided to shift the conversation. "Dad, is he always this silent when you're with him?""Pretty much," Joshua admitted. Luther was not one for idle chit-chat. He would always communicate work-related matters efficiently, conveying what needed to be said concisely. In fact, over the years, Luther rarely engaged in small talk.Isabella glanced at Luther but refrained from saying more. Instead, she savored her meal, stuffing piece after piece of meat into her mouth. After a few bites, she praised the staff who had prepared the beef stew, commenting on their excellent culinary skills. The beef stew prepared at home was relatively healthier

Luther was lying on his bed in a loose-fitting robe, with only the bedside lamp casting a soft glow in the dim room. He held a picture frame containing a photo of a girl in a school uniform, her smile radiating warmth. If Isabella were there, she would immediately recognize the girl in the photo as herself. Luther could not bring himself to put the picture down and had been staring at it for quite some time. He had always lived a solitary life, but since Isabella's unexpected appearance that afternoon, his thoughts and emotions were spiraling out of control.Around two in the morning, Luther turned off the bedside lamp, but the photo remained in his hand. He tossed and turned in bed until six in the morning. Unable to sleep, he decided to get up and change into some comfortable casual clothing before going for an early morning run.Over the next few days, Isabella did not reach out to him. She spent her time either accompanying Joshua around various places or catching up on what

Seeing Isabella's uncharacteristic behavior and realizing she was too intoxicated to remember, Luther accidentally said, "Who told you I had a girlfriend?""You said it," Isabella accused him.Luther's gaze gradually darkened. "You believed it just because I said it?"Isabella nodded, appearing extraordinarily docile."I don't have a girlfriend. I lied to you. Now, be a good girl and get some rest. I'll take you home in the morning." Luther locked eyes with her, speaking authoritatively but laced with gentleness."Then why did you tell me you had a girlfriend?" Isabella seemed to be challenging him more fiercely on this issue.Luther concealed his emotions and replied, "No particular reason.""If you don't tell me, I won't go to sleep," Isabella pouted, transforming from her carefree and assertive self during the day into a little crybaby.Luther stayed quiet, his emotions churning within.Isabella, with her enchanting eyes, locked gazes with him. As their eyes met, Luther alm