Chapter 130

It was none other than Samuel. Isabelle didn't bother hiding her disdain, rolling her eyes and thinking, "What luck to run into him again. What a bad day." She crossed her arms, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't know you had a habit of eavesdropping on phone calls, Mr. Hasting." Samuel didn't bother lifting his eyes, ignoring her mocking tone, and asked directly, "What happened to Shelmaine?" "If I remember correctly, you and Shelmaine are divorced. Whatever happens to her now has nothing to do with you." The audacity! Not only did he eavesdrop, but now he had the nerve to confront her about it. Samuel's expression remained cool, unreadable. He blocked the doorway, his tall frame exuding an intimidating presence. Even though Isabelle had dealt with her fair share of difficult people, she felt a twinge of unease. It wasn't just Samuel's background that was intimidating; it was his overwhelming presence. He hadn't been this aggressive when he was with Shelmaine before.