Chapter 320 You Should Had Less Contact with Jarod
What should she be punished for? Acting?
How did Sebastian find out about the acting?
Isabella carefully recalled that she had only told Brittany about the acting, and Brittany couldn't have told anyone else. Moreover, no one else knew, and she was perfectly aware that calling it acting was just an excuse.
She thought Sebastian wasn't sincere so that she had found an excuse for her various behaviors, a protective shell.
How did Sebastian figure it out?
Isabella grabbed her hair and bit her lip hard, her mind unable to understand, unable to sort it out, and unable to clear it up.
Was she really wrong? Ultimately, was she the root of it all?
Inside the room, there was silence, and no one answered her question. Clutching her phone tightly, Isabella mustered all her courage, marshaled every ounce of strength in her body, hastily slipped on her slippers, flung the door open, and bolted out.
The butler approached her. Isabella was breathing heavily and walking too fast. A hint of red appeared on her pale face, making her look a little better.
"Where is Sebastian?" Isabella asked the butler.
The butler sighed, "Madam, Mr. Lawrence has already left, and you won't be able to catch up with him."
"Left?" Isabella frowned.
"Yes."
"Then, prepare a car for me." Since Isabella had gathered her courage, she wouldn't back down.
She pushed past the butler, intending to go downstairs. The butler stopped her.
"Madam, Mr. Lawrence said..."
Seeing the butler's troubled expression, Isabella asked, "What did he say? Just tell me."
"Mr. Lawrence said that starting today, you are not allowed to leave the house." The butler sighed, "Madam, please don't make it difficult for me. Rest at home for a few days, and you should be able to go out."
Isabella raised an eyebrow. Was Sebastian imprisoning her?
Was this his punishment for her?
"By the way," the butler remembered something and quickly spoke, "Before Mr. Lawrence left, he asked me to tell you to have less contact with Jarod."
"You know, Jarod and Mr. Lawrence have always been at odds, and Mr. Lawrence is concerned for your safety. I suppose not letting you go out is because of Jarod."
Isabella didn't say anything more. She looked outside, where two burly bodyguards stood at the door. She couldn't go out today.
Isabella lowered her head, let out a faint "alright", and turned back into the room.
Once back in the room, Isabella called Sebastian. He refused to answer. Isabella was eager to know the answers to her questions and find clarity with Sebastian, but it seemed...
She put down her phone and sat on the sofa, exhaling deeply. Sebastian... was ignoring her.
Isabella wearily closed her eyes. There were some things she dared not think about; she had to empty her mind. So, she spent the afternoon in a daze, not looking at her phone, not pondering any questions, just staring blankly at the ceiling.
Sebastian left Willowbrook Estate and drove to the company. On the way, he browsed online for news about the Lawrence family and the Lawrence Group, but all related information had already been deleted.
The Lawrence Group's public relations had always been decisive, and the impact of this incident on the Lawrence Group could be almost negligible.
Sebastian leaned back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had to admit that from yesterday until now, his way of handling things had been full of loopholes. Isabella's influence on him was stronger than he had imagined.
This was absolutely unacceptable. Setting aside the fact that Isabella was a habitual liar, even if he and Isabella had mutual feelings, he shouldn't have acted impulsively. He shouldn't have let his emotions control him.
This was a taboo for a leader.
Career came first, and emotions should always take a back seat to the career.
Sebastian frowned and loosened his tie. Upon arriving at the company, Sebastian immersed himself in work. He had no intention of leaving even after nightfall.
Kaine came over to confirm tomorrow's schedule with Sebastian, but Sebastian coldly dismissed him. In fact, Kaine didn't want to go back either. In the morning, Emily had accidentally seen intimate photos of his boss and Lynda, which had ignited her anger. Fortunately, he managed to persuade Emily to stay, or she might have caused a scene at the company.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Sebastian tapped the desk and glanced at Kaine. "Speak your mind."
Kaine didn't dare to inquire about his boss's private affairs and shook his head. "Mr. Lawrence, you should rest early."
Sebastian remained silent, lowered his head, and continued with his work. Joshua was seriously ill, and there were many tasks that only he could handle. If left unattended for a day, the work backlog would be substantial.
Sebastian suddenly put down his pen and looked up. "Wait."
Kaine turned around and respectfully asked, "Mr. Lawrence, what is it?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes, and his gaze sharpened. "Have someone investigate where Jarod went today, who he met, and what exactly happened."
"In addition," Sebastian said, "Investigate this person, Joyce, in every detail. I want all the information."
"Yes." Kaine received the orders and obediently left.
Only Sebastian remained in the spacious office. Sebastian played with his pen, letting the solitude engulf him. He took out a cigarette, lit it, held it between his lips, and exhaled smoke. As the cigarette burned out, Sebastian returned to work mode.
Finally done with his tasks, Sebastian headed to the lounge. After freshening up, he leaned against the headboard. The scent of Isabella had already permeated the lounge. It was once a refreshing fragrance that put him at ease, but now it only evoked repulsion and resentment.
Sebastian pressed his temples with two fingers, feeling irritated. He tossed aside the thin blanket and got out of bed. His steps were brisk, carrying a sense of urgency. A photo slipped to the floor, landing at his feet. Sebastian bent down to pick it up, revealing Isabella's radiant smile in the picture. She took it in Washington, D.C., while they were riding a cable car.
Sebastian couldn't remember his initial intention, but he had planned to delete this strange photo. And indeed, he did. However, before deleting it, he had sent the photo to himself from Isabella's phone.
Later, he edited the photo, had it printed, and kept it in the lounge. He had wanted to make Isabella happy.
Now, it all seemed so foolish.
Sebastian took out a lighter, and with a snap, the flame flickered. He then held the corner of the photo and moved it into the dancing flames. Gradually, the fire consumed the photo, erasing his presence in the photo. Half of the photo turned into ashes. Sebastian watched with cold eyes.
But just as the flames were about to reach Isabella's face, Sebastian abruptly put away the lighter. He grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table and poured it onto the photo, extinguishing the flames.
What was he doing?
Sebastian's expression darkened. No woman had the right to trample over him, not even Isabella.
With a cold face, he threw the half-burnt photo into the trash can.
After tossing it, Sebastian realized how tightly he had been gripping the lighter.
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