Chapter 410

Zachary Evans scanned the stunned employees with a sigh before quickly following Ethan Roscente.

The penalized staff exchanged bewildered glances.

A few flattering words had cost them their bonuses.

No one could comprehend it.

What was happening?

Tomorrow was Ethan's wedding to Isabella Valentine.

Why had he publicly humiliated her?

As if the wedding didn't exist at all.

What had changed?

Regardless of the reason, no one dared to keep the coffee, desserts, or red envelopes now.

They hastily returned the items to the table and scattered, stealing glances at Isabella still standing there.

Isabella bit her lip hard, nails digging into her palms.

Her face was deathly pale, still reeling from Ethan's brutal rejection.

The employees' pitying stares made her wish the ground would swallow her whole.

The office door swung open.

Zachary emerged. "Miss Valentine, Mr. Roscente will see you now."

Relief flooded her.

If he was willing to meet, there was still hope.

She forced a smile and strode inside.

Ethan sat elegantly on the sofa, legs crossed.

He scrolled through his phone with a slight frown, displeased by whatever he saw.

"Ethan, let me explain—"

He raised a hand, voice glacial. "Take a seat, Miss Valentine."

The formal address hit like ice water.

Her eyes instantly welled up. "Ethan, please—"

"Enough." He set his phone down, gaze sharp as a blade. "Zachary has already clarified everything."

"Those were lies! I was forced!" she pleaded desperately.

"Isabella."

His fathomless eyes lifted, chilling her to the bone.

Tears spilled uncontrollably.

"I warned you," he enunciated each word. "Play your role quietly, and you'd get everything you wanted."

She looked up sharply, tears rolling down.

"Pity," Ethan sneered. "You kept testing my limits."

"It wasn't like that—"

Her trembling hand reached for him but recoiled at his arctic stare.