After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 307 Isabel's Amazing Memory

"What?" Richie frowned, striding over to the laptop. After searching for a while, he realized even the backups were gone.

"What's going on here? Who touched my laptop?" Richie asked the female assistant with a tense face.

The assistant glanced toward Isabel. "Just now ... she was the only one in the office ..."

Isabel lounged casually on the sofa, her expression indifferent. She met the assistant's gaze with a calm look.

There were only two people in the office. It was like farting either she did it or the other did.

If Isabel didn't do it, it was obvious that the female assistant was the one who deleted the files when Isabel wasn't paying attention.

Richie followed the assistant's gaze and, upon seeing Isabel, couldn't bring himself to say a single word of reproach.

It wasn't just because of Isabel's medical skills but also because of her eyes-those strikingly similar to Leslie's.

She might have used his computer for entertainment earlier and accidentally deleted his files.

"It's fine. I still remember most of it. I'll just redo it," Richie said with a smile as he looked at Isabel.

The assistant's eyes widened in disbelief. She had expected Richie to question Isabel and, in the end, angrily kick her out of the company. But to her shock, Richie was handling the situation with such patience and kindness toward Isabel. Who the hell is this Isabel to the boss?

Could she be his girlfriend?

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