Chapter 91 Frederick: Avoiding Me and Not Wanting to See Me?
"Hmm! So, I heard that when the bald guy was messing with Isabella, she just lost it and started yelling that they were pushing her too far!
Then, out of nowhere, the bald guy just passed out. Some folks think he got too excited seeing such a beautiful woman and just fainted."
Yeah, that doesn't make any sense.
Frederick asked, "No poison in his system?"
"Nope."
"Have your buddy keep an eye on him and let me know if anything new comes up."
"Got it."
Frederick hung up and lit a cigarette.
When he got there today, the guy was sprawled on top of Isabella. How does a healthy guy suddenly end up in a coma?
What did Isabella do to him?
No way, could Isabella really pull something off without anyone noticing and turn a grown man into a vegetable in minutes?
If she did, that's pretty wild!
Frederick wasn't buying it.
To him, Isabella wasn't totally useless, but she definitely wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
She was more of a crybaby than a thinker.
Meanwhile, Isabella had just finished dinner and was tidying up the kitchen.
Freya came back from the bathroom, phone in hand, looking worried.
"Isabella, check this out, the Brown family is in deep trouble!"
The Brown family suddenly went bankrupt, drowning in debt. They were selling off Teronica's villa and other properties.
Even their cars and jewelry were up for grabs.
Susan had already fled abroad, and word was she had lost her mind and was sent away for treatment.
Isabella was stunned, "That’s so sudden!"
"Yeah, but if you think about it, it's not that shocking. Today, Susan caused such a huge scene and totally pissed off Douglas. When Douglas gets mad, anything can happen."
Isabella didn't argue; she also thought Douglas was behind the Brown family's downfall.
She didn't feel sorry for Susan. She wasn't so kind-hearted that she'd wish well for someone who bullied her.
She was just amazed by the power of the rich!
The Brown family was loaded, yet they crashed and burned after crossing the wrong people. If it were regular folks like them, they might not even survive!
So, it's better to steer clear of them.
No contact, no trouble.
No matter what, she had to finalize the divorce tomorrow. Once that was done, she’d get out of this city and away from these people.
The next day.
Isabella hadn't planned on making breakfast, but she couldn't stop thinking about Dennis.
So, she made breakfast and took it to Sunnyvale Community.
She didn't call Frederick and just walked to the door with the breakfast.
She planned to leave it at the door and text Eric to grab it himself because she really didn't want to see him.
But things didn't go as planned. Just as she got to the door, she saw Eric!
Isabella froze.
It was just six in the morning, and the place was pretty empty. He was the only one around.
He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a mid-length coat, standing by the flowerbed with a cigarette between his fingers, taking occasional drags.
Against the white snow, he looked like a black rose.
But a rose didn't quite fit him. His features were rugged, and when he frowned, he looked cold and distant.
There was no softness of a flower, only the chill of ice.
But cold as he was, no one could deny his looks. He was genuinely handsome.
Standing at 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs, whether standing or sitting, his posture was always straight.
He had a killer physique and perfect features. No wonder people mistook him for a celebrity when he was just grabbing groceries.
Frederick had obviously noticed her too.
He had another sleepless night, tossing and turning.
He wanted her to make breakfast for Dennis, but every time he thought about that kiss at the supermarket, he got pissed off!
He didn't want to deal with her.
So, he spent the whole night wrestling with himself.
Should he call her or not?
In the end, he didn't, and he stayed up all night.
This morning, he didn't know what got into him, but he got dressed and went downstairs.
He wasn't sure why he did it, so he lit a cigarette.
Before he could finish it, Isabella showed up.
It was like he had his answer now; he came downstairs as if he was waiting for her.
They just stared at each other, neither saying a word nor moving closer.
They were about 20 feet apart, just staring.
After a bit, a cold wind blew, and Isabella sneezed.
She didn't take a cab; she rode Freya's bike here, which was now parked at the entrance.
Only those who've done it know how freezing it is to ride a bike on a winter morning.
Even with a mask and hat, the cold was brutal.
Isabella sneezed again, clearly catching a cold.
Frederick frowned, hesitated, then put out his cigarette and walked towards her.
Seeing him come closer, Isabella felt a wave of nerves and even wanted to step back.
His cold vibe made it seem like he was coming over to pick a fight.
Isabella gripped the lunchbox tighter, straightened her back, and forced herself not to be scared.
She hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she be afraid?
If you showed fear, the other person got stronger; if you stood your ground, they got weaker.
Thinking this, Isabella coughed lightly, frowned, and glared at him like she was saying, "I'm not scared of you!"
Frederick rolled his eyes and stopped in front of her.
Noticing the lunchbox in her hand, he got the picture and his tone softened a bit.
Of course, it was only a bit softer; he was still colder than most people.
"For Dennis?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you give me a heads-up?"
"I've got other stuff to do. I planned to leave the breakfast at the door and go."
"Avoiding me, huh? Don't want to see me?"
Isabella blinked at him. Did he have to be so blunt?
Frederick said, "I'm not a monster. As long as you don't have any funny ideas, I won't do anything to you."
"I don't have any funny ideas!"
"That thing at the bar and the supermarket yesterday, let's not do that again! I won't mess with your private life, but don't drag me into it. I'm not gonna be one of your flings."
Isabella's eyes widened. One of her flings?
What was he implying she had a bunch of lovers?
Isabella was about to snap back but then heard him say, "I won't shortchange you for bringing breakfast to Dennis. As agreed, ten thousand dollars for one day."
At the mention of money, Isabella bit her tongue.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Even though you didn't see Dennis, you brought him food, and he likes it. That's your credit. As agreed, one day counts as ten thousand dollars off your debt. When Dennis can accept you, we'll talk about the commission separately."
Isabella's eyes lit up, and suddenly, he seemed a lot more impressive!
He even looked more handsome!
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