Isabetta's POV
The elevator door opened into the penthouse floor as I stepped out, my heels clicking against the marble, wearing a red fitted dress.
Mrs. Chen stood in the doorway, her hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore a simple black dress and flat shoes, her eyes calm and staring straight at me.
"Good evening, Miss Romano," she said. "Mr. Monte is not expecting you."
"Yes I know, I’m here to see him anyways,” I said.
"Mr. Monte is not available. I can take a message.”
I stepped past her into the foyer. "Where is he?" I asked, folding my arms while looking at her.
"Mr. Monte is resting else where. He asked not to be disturbed."
"Resting?" I laughed. "It is barely eight o'clock,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Mrs. Chen closed the door and stood with her hands folded in front o
