William stood on the balcony adjoining his bedroom, rubbing his forehead in frustration after the argument with Isabella. He glanced up just in time to see Isabella driving her red Chevrolet, the one he had gifted her, out of the villa's compound.
"Damn, that woman is utterly relentless..." he muttered, clenching his fist and slamming it against the railing.
Returning to his room, William grabbed his jacket, phone, and car keys, ready to chase after Isabella. But a loud ring from his phone pierced the calm night, stopping him in his tracks.
The caller was the secret investigator William had tasked with uncovering the truth about the various incidents surrounding Isabella, including the most recent accusation. Recognizing the urgency, he answered the call.
"This better be worth it," he
