Isabella Vicks stared at her phone, her fingers slowly tightening around it.
The message glowed on the screen like a warning she couldn’t ignore.
“Stay away from Damien Hayes.”
Her heart began to beat faster.
For a few seconds, she simply stood there, frozen in Damien’s office, trying to process what she had just read.
“Isabella?”
Damien’s voice broke through her thoughts.
She quickly locked the phone screen and slipped it into her pocket.
“Yes?”
His dark eyes studied her face carefully.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She forced a small, professional smile.
“It’s nothing.”
Damien didn’t look convinced.
He had always been observant—too observant.
He took a step closer, his gaze still fixed on her.
“Something just happened.”
“It’s not important,” she said quickly.
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