Chapter 68 I Mind

"Is it just the bracelet?" George asked, locking eyes with her, not letting her look away.

"Don't accuse me. Besides that bracelet, I didn't take anything from the Spencer family. The divorce papers clearly say I left with nothing," Isabella shot back, staring him down.

"Fine." George's face darkened as he stepped closer. "Then why do you want a divorce?"

"Didn't you say I could leave anytime?" she replied.

"Isabella, do you even care?" George, frustrated, kissed her hard and bit her lip.

Isabella winced in pain. "Why did you bite me?"

"If I told you it was all a misunderstanding, would you..." George started.

Isabella shook her head. "No."

From the moment she walked out of the Spencer family, she never planned on going back.

No matter how good George was, he wasn't hers and never would be. She made a rational decision, not an impulsive one.

"Why?" George was baffled.

"George, we've only known each other for a few months. Don't tell me you love me so much you can't live without me. I don't need you that much either," she said.

"Even if it was a misunderstanding, you wouldn't regret it?" he asked.

Isabella smiled. "I'm someone who looks forward. Why waste energy regretting the past?"

Isabella was tougher than George thought.

He suddenly let go of her and laughed, "Alright then, I don't mind being one of the many guys chasing you."

"Don't, I mind." Isabella pushed him away, ready to head home.

Divorced, they could each have their peace. It wasn't a bad thing.

Isabella couldn't figure out what George was thinking.

But she didn't have the energy to care. Life was long, work was hard. It was time to sleep.

On the way back to Stellar City, Caleb was tapping away on his tablet.

George stared out the window at the dark night sky the whole time.

"Mr. Spencer, we don't know where Joseph escaped to, but he's got a chip implanted in him. It shouldn't be hard to track him down, unless he manages to get it removed, which would be a hassle," Caleb said.

George said casually, "Even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, he'll eventually come back to Stellar City."

"In a few days, it will be his mother's death anniversary. I guess his escape is related to that."

"If his mother knew that the son she worked so hard to get into the Spencer family ended up like this, she probably wouldn't rest in peace," George chuckled.

Caleb laughed along. "Yeah, an illegitimate child being recognized by the Spencer family is the best outcome, but being too greedy never ends well."

"Get some people to keep an eye on Isabella's house," George instructed.

"Are you worried Joseph might harm Mrs. Spencer?" Caleb asked.

George nodded. "Joseph is not a good person. Better safe than sorry."

"Understood, Mr. Spencer."

"And book me a villa by the sea," George added.

Caleb immediately noted it down on his tablet and asked, "Do you need any decorations inside?"

"No."

"Got it."

George rubbed his temples, as if remembering something, and asked Caleb, "Have they found the culprit who hit Isabella's car last time?"

"The cops nailed the real perp, some thug named Jared Hill. But the dude's got connections and skipped town. It'll be a while before we get anything useful."

"Keep tabs on it," George said, closing his eyes slowly.

"Got it."

Caleb hesitated, not wanting to bug George, but he remembered Lucas had been trying to see George at the Spencer Group and kept getting blocked. Unsure if it was cool to bring it up, he cautiously said, "Mr. Spencer, there's one more thing."

George didn't open his eyes. "Spit it out."

"Lucas has been coming to the Spencer Group looking for you. I've blocked him each time. I think it's about the Jones Group's crappy performance and them wanting the Spencer Group to invest. How should I handle it?" Caleb asked.

"Next time he shows up, tell him I've divorced Isabella," George said.

"Understood, Mr. Spencer."

After a few days of work, Isabella finally didn't have to order takeout or make coffee anymore.

Even though work wasn't as exhausting, people at the office were giving her weird looks.

She didn't know anyone well enough to ask what was up.

But Marlowe, being blunt, told her, "They're saying you got close to Bethany, so you don't have to do grunt work anymore."

"Who said that?" Isabella was confused.

"Rumors. Don't let it get to you," Marlowe said, raising an eyebrow. "But watch out, Lenora's gonna target you."

"Why would she target me?" Isabella asked.

"Lenora's the type who can't stand others doing well. She doesn't need a reason," Marlowe explained.

Isabella had a bad feeling, thinking it might be Lenora spreading the rumors.

Just as Isabella sat down to work, Lenora strutted over in high heels.

She knocked on Isabella's desk and handed her a document, ordering, "Make a copy of this and send it to the conference room. They'll need it soon."

Isabella took the document. "Got it."

Lenora's gaze lingered on Isabella's face before she said, "Bethany's father has been feeling unwell lately. Bethany's just here to handle some business for a few days. He won't stay long."

Isabella knew Lenora was hinting at something, but she hadn't done anything wrong, so she said directly, "Lenora, I don't get what you're saying."

"Isabella, I know you're pretty and young. I hope you take the right path and don't rely on men to climb up, making people look down on you," Lenora said, crossing her arms and looking disdainful.

Before Isabella could respond, Marlowe couldn't hold back. "Which eye of yours saw Isabella relying on men to climb up? Don't start trouble on purpose, okay?"

"Marlowe, are you alright? I'm educating a new employee. What does it have to do with you? If you don't want to work, you can quit right now," Lenora said angrily.

"Why should I quit? It's you who keeps making Isabella, a young girl, do this and that, and now you're saying she relies on men. Seriously, will you ever stop?" Marlowe shot back, unafraid of a confrontation.

Several colleagues only dared to watch silently.

Everyone knew Marlowe's background and didn't dare to intervene.

Isabella didn't want Marlowe to argue with Lenora because of her, so she persuaded, "Marlowe, don't argue."