Isabelle frowned as she turned off her phone. A servant knocked on the door, asking her to come downstairs for breakfast.
As soon as she sat down, Alexander greeted her with a warm smile.
“Isabelle, how’s breakfast? Does it suit your taste?”
It was the first time Alexander, as a father, had shown concern for her in all the meals they’d shared in this house.
But Isabelle didn’t feel touched. Seeing the fake smile on his face only made her feel nauseous.
“It’s fine,” she said, brushing him off.
Alexander’s grin widened. “Good. Make sure to eat well. Later, you’ll come with me to tonight’s banquet.”
He paused and added, “The Crown Prince will be there. Use the opportunity to get close to him and push for our cooperation with the royal family.”
And there it was. His sudden change in at
