LEVI’S POV
My plan had been straightforward: get there and kill him. Anything to keep him away from her. Why was Isabella smiling so widely at him? What were they even talking about, and who was he to her? And where had they even met?
“Good afternoon, boss,” Franco greeted me as I got to the counter. It took all my strength to maintain composure. Isabella stood right beside him, her gaze fixed on me with those wide, captivating eyes.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” Isabella greeted, her voice steady and composed. Did she have any clue how I felt? How did seeing her with another guy drive me crazy? Could she detect the turmoil beneath my calm exterior, the jealousy simmering just below the surface?
No, probably not. She appeared completely unfazed by my presence, her manner cool and professiona
