Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 2003

Inside the private box overlooking the parking lot, Decker had just wiped his face clean of the wine Isabel had splashed on him. He stood by the window and watched silently as Isabel’s car pulled out of the lot.

His eyes were dark and ponderous. He suddenly grinned and said to himself, "Isabel, you are full of surprises."

He had been missing her day and night for the last five years.

The girl had cast a spell on him. In the past five years, he had got involved with countless beautiful women, all of them no less beautiful than Isabel. And yet, none of them managed to seize his heart the way she did.

Sometimes at night, when he was by himself at night, he would miss her to the point of losing his mind.

Then, he found out that she was active in Westchester. He made time out of his busy schedule and came here to see her.

The way he pictured it in his mind, he expected her shocked reaction upon seeing him to be a mixture of anger and sadness.

He thought that all he needed to do was to whisper some sweet-nothings and briefly cajole her, and that was all it was going to take for her to become his again.

It was a shock to see that she wore nothing but a scowl

along with the faintest trace of a smile. Her surprise upon seeing him barely lasted an instant.

that, but her smile was vicious, haughty, and cold. It

worse, she had slapped him

even threatened him, declaring

infuriating as it

to see what a common actress who survived on her looks could possibly do to continue to secure her position in

took Max and Marcus to a private

this place ever since she was a child. It was a place with a long-running history of more than two decades by this point. Although it was a small

of the place recognized Isabel at sight. As soon as she

best beer for my two good

"Alright."

entered a private room

around as soon as they

up in Westchester. After surveying his surroundings, he asked Isabel tentatively, "Isabel, is this the private restaurant run

Isabel recalled some of her conversations with the owner. She remembered

their regulars. They also say that the owner only serves people he approves of; no amount of

look, then he turned to Isabel with a queer look as if to

candidly. "I’m a regular

probed carefully, "I also heard that all of the clients here are some of the richest folks in the