Just as Isabella Cruz was trying to convince herself that it couldn't possibly be that Raven, fate seemed to respond with cruel enthusiasm to the very outcome she dreaded the most.
A familiar male voice sounded from outside the door.
"Miss Penelope, I hope you don't mind that I came along to freeload with my father today."
Her entire body stiffened.
"Aiya, it's you!" Penelope laughed warmly. "I haven't seen you for just a few days and you've already grown so tall. What are you saying? Your father and I have known each other for so many years. I'm only happy that you're here."
As she spoke, Penelope led the two men into the private room.
One was a dignified middle-aged man in a neatly tailored suit.
The other, following behind him calmly—
Was Hector Raven.
The moment Isabella Cruz saw his face, she felt as if lightning had struck her on the spot.
Had she offended some celestial deity recently?
Why did fate seem so determined to toy with her life today?
