When Issac Monroe stepped into the passenger seat of the Maserati, his heart carried a mix of suspicion and unease. He had no idea what Natalie Pierce was planning this time, and given the events of the previous night, he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask.
Natalie leaned out the window, waving to Iris Monroe with a polite farewell before pulling away from the narrow streets of the urban village. Her face regained its usual frosty composure—the cool, poised businesswoman replacing the unrestrained woman from the night before. The car glided onto the main avenue, heading toward one of the biggest upscale malls in the region.
Without explanation, Natalie brought him straight into a luxury men’s boutique.
A moment later, she was handing a set of Versace to the stunned attendants.
Issac blinked
