When Isla left with her friend, Conrad’s expression darkened considerably. “That woman has some nerve lying like that! You need to sue her, Conrad!” his friend Ethan declared. “Shut up,” Conrad snapped, cutting him off with a sharp glare. “She did own the car. I liked it, so I’ve been using it. Simple as that.” His friends exchanged glances, whispering, “What?” “I don’t want to hear any of you talking crap about Isla. Got it?” he warned, his gaze sharp. The group fell silent, taken aback. No one expected him to defend Isla, not after what they’d just seen. Some looked like they wanted to argue, but the warning in his voice kept their mouths shut. Pulling out his phone, he called his assistant. “Send someone to pick me up; I don’t have a car.” The mood had soured completely, and he no longer wanted to stay. “Ah, boss, one more thing,” his assistant said hesitantly. “About Isla’s mother—it turns out she hasn’t used the name Mrs. Foster in years. Our investigation revealed she’s
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