The executive directors, including Izaak, stared at his phone when it blared relentlessly. He snorted in annoyance and was about to discard the call when he saw it was from Gabriella.
He looked at the executives and excused himself. “Hold on for a while. I have to take this call.”
He answered the call and coldly asked, “What’s the matter?”
When she told him she couldn’t attend the party, Izaak couldn’t say anything. He wanted her to be there with him, but she wasn’t interested, and she probably made up an excuse not to go.
Irritation was boiling in the pit of his stomach. “Fine. Guess I’ll have to bring another woman with me,” he purposely told her and cruelly ended the call right after.
“f**k! f**k!” he cursed loudly.
The executives in the meeting with him were all sur
