No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 447 Why Does She Get All The Special Treatment

Zachary cast her a casual glance, his stride unbroken, his gaze cold and unfamiliar. "I don't remember."

Isla's expression stiffened. She quickly pressed on, "Don't you remember? We met on the flight to Sloummont, and you were sitting right next to me in first class."

"Sorry, I can't recall." Without another word or a shift in his expression, Zachary disappeared into the men's restroom.

He was just as distant now as he had been the last time.

Disappointment and frustration flickered in Isla's eyes, but she clenched her fists, refusing to give up.

She lingered outside the men's restroom for a few minutes, and as soon as Zachary emerged, drying his hands, she stepped forward to intercept him. "It's fine if you don't remember me. I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Isla Wilson." She emphasized her last name, lifting her chin ever so slightly.

Zachary halted, his brow furrowing as he studied her. After a moment of scrutiny, he said, "Oh. Now I remember you."

"Really?" Isla's face lit up with surprise and delight, though inside, her thoughts churned with disdain and boredom. Oh, sure, now he remembers. All it took was dropping my name, and suddenly, it's like the clouds parted and enlightenment struck. What a coincidence, right? And to think I almost believed he was different turns out he's just another boot-licker in disguise.

Zachary let out a light chuckle. "Of course, I remember you from the plane. Just like now, you were completely oblivious-unable to notice that I had no interest in talking to you."

Isla's expression darkened, her composure slipping. "Are you trying to insult me indirectly? Do you even know who I am?"

Zachary didn't bother entertaining her outburst. Without a word, he sidestepped her and continued on his way, leaving her standing there.

As she watched his retreating figure, Isla stomped her foot in frustration.

Fury bubbled inside her. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that! It's as if he couldn't care less that I'm a Wilson, completely ignoring my family's status!

Meanwhile, Tamara stood at a distance near the entrance to the private room, silently observing their exchange, her expression thoughtful.

When Zachary stepped into the private room, Isla promptly followed him, but as her gaze flickered with determination, she abruptly turned and made her way to the manager's office upstairs. This restaurant, a part of the Wilson family's vast business empire, ensured Isla's arrival commanded instant deference.

greeted her with a deep bow. "Ms.

legs. Her thoughts churned as the sting of Zachary's words lingered, darkening her mood. "Do you know the guest in Room 203?" "The guest in Room 203?" The manager blinked in

the room. "I'm afraid I don't know, but I can check the

with an

spoken flawless Uprian, his accent authentic and natural, which only deepened her uncertainty about his background. One thing she was certain of, however, was that he wasn't a

on his wrist, a limited-edition luxury piece she instantly recognized. A childhood friend had once flaunted the same model, bragging

was a clear indication of his substantial wealth and Aplothian descent. If he were from

carefully stating, "I'm afraid I

daily, it was unrealistic to expect him to

brooking no argument. "Check the surveillance footage. Find out who he is and

the man who had the audacity to disregard the Wilson

course. I'll look into it right away," the manager assured

She scanned the space thoughtfully before walking over to the window, opening it, and settling herself onto the couch nearby. From her vantage point, she had a perfect view

an eyebrow. "Isla,

fresh air," Isla replied

but eager deference. Isla always held herself above others,

Zachary, not only had he dismissed her, but he had also ridiculed her after learning who she was.

leave it open,

had wandered

Isla's distraction, followed her gaze but saw nothing

"Nothing," Isla replied curtly.

words left her mouth, the door to Room 203 swung open. Her attention sharpened as a tall, commanding figure stepped out, his posture exuding quiet confidence. He didn't bother to close the door behind

as well, curiosity alight in her eyes. "Do you

eyes locked onto a woman who emerged from

intimacy that spoke of familiarity, their interaction natural and fluid as if this was second nature to them. They walked away together, their conversation punctuated

gaze turned cold, the spark of jealousy and frustration

a sudden, Alice cried out, "Isn't

her eyes narrowing as they locked on the woman beside the man. Anger bubbled within her,