Chapter 93 Do You Know Her?

Isabella's eyes welled up with tears of joy.

But Ray's look at her was cautious, maybe even a bit disgusted.

That look stung Isabella, but she wasn't about to let this chance slip away. She grabbed his hand and said, "Did you lose your memory? Why don't you recognize me? I'm Isabella, George. Don't you remember me at all?"

Ray yanked his hand away, clearly annoyed. Joshua quickly stepped in between them and warned, "Ms. Neville, you're crossing the line. This is harassment. Please leave now."

The security guards, not caring that Isabella was pregnant, each grabbed one of her arms and escorted her out of the building, locking the door behind her.

Isabella pounded on the heavy glass door, calling out George's name, but no one answered.

'It's definitely him. How can he not recognize me?' The only explanation Isabella could think of was amnesia. 'Amnesia isn't the end of the world; he's still alive, right? As long as George is alive, that's all that matters.'

A despondent Isabella went home and sat in a daze, staring at George's contact info on her phone.

If he really had forgotten her and would never remember her for the rest of his life...

She blinked away her tears. No one had ever told her that many people only meet their true love once in a lifetime, and if they miss that chance, it's gone forever.

Love, which seemed so beautiful, was the most heart-wrenching. The happiness it brought was nothing compared to the pain. If she could do it all over again, she would choose not to meet him.

Ray entered the elevator and headed straight to the CEO's office.

Joshua wiped the sweat from his forehead and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Neville must have mistaken you for someone else. Don't worry, I'll make sure the security department keeps a close eye on these interviewees."

Ray glanced at Joshua, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is she the pregnant woman who came for the interview?"

"Yes, she seemed to be under some kind of stress. Should I inform HR not to hire her?" Joshua said.

"Do you know her?" Ray asked.

Joshua shook his head, "No, I don't."

"Don't judge so quickly. Everyone deserves a fair shot. EX Corporation welcomes talent," Ray said.

"Yes, you're right."

The elevator doors opened.

Ray walked out, and Joshua quickly followed with small steps.

A few days later, Isabella got a call from EX Corporation. She had passed the interview, and they made an exception to hire her as a translator in the documentation department.

Isabella was stunned and hadn't decided how to respond when they gave her the reporting time.

Holding her phone, Isabella didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Calming down, she thought it was an opportunity.

On the day she reported, she was taken to the documentation room. To her surprise, there were quite a few people in the department, each with a thick stack of documents in front of them.

After being assigned a seat, Isabella felt a bit out of place.

She had just sat down when someone came over and called her out.

"Isabella, the secretarial department is short-staffed, and since you can translate, we'll temporarily assign you there. When Mr. Price returns to headquarters, you'll come back."

Isabella nodded, "Okay."

She didn't mind; work was work, no matter the department. But then it hit her, 'Wait, Mr. Price? Could it be that guy?'

"Excuse me, am I supposed to work directly with Mr. Price?" Isabella asked.

The staff member, thinking she had an objection, frowned, "This is a great opportunity. If you don't want to go, I can send someone else."

"No, no, I'll go. I can do it."

"Alright, go find Joshua and let him arrange it."

When she met Joshua, he slapped his forehead, thinking it was a big mistake, and immediately called the person who had assigned Isabella. "What's going on? Letting a newbie be Mr. Price's secretary? Can she handle it?"

On the other end of the line: "There's no one more suitable. Newbies are easier to train. Just make do."

Hanging up, Joshua was quite troubled.

Isabella also heard the conversation and felt uncomfortable with Joshua's disdain, asking, "Joshua, do you have a bias against me?"

"No," he denied.

"Then why do you want to replace me?" she asked.

Joshua looked at Isabella, puzzled, "I mean, you're a newbie and don't know much. It could affect Mr. Price's work..."

"I may be a newbie, but I'm diligent and hardworking. Why can't I do it?" Isabella said in a strong voice.

"Alright, follow me."

Joshua led Isabella to an office and pointed inside, "You'll work here from now on. You'll be responsible for the documents Ray needs and some important company files."

Finally, Joshua added, "No mistakes are allowed."

"Understood," Isabella said.

The office wasn't big, just a wall away from the CEO's office.

Curious, she peeked into the CEO's office, but no one was there.

"Ms. Neville," Joshua walked over and closed the CEO's office door, "Without Mr. Price's permission, you can't enter his office. Got it?"

She nodded as she thought, 'Why are they guarding against me? Isn't the secretary supposed to frequently enter the CEO's office?'

"Get to work," Joshua said.

Isabella adapted quickly and soon got the hang of her secretarial duties. Her proficiency in Rexonia made her responsible for most of the meeting minutes.

During this time, she felt she had gained more weight, her belly becoming more prominent.

Perhaps because the company had never hired a pregnant woman before, her colleagues were quite friendly.

But she still hadn't had a chance to speak with Ray alone.

One afternoon, Isabella received a call from the hospital, scheduling her next prenatal check-up and explaining the results of her last check-up about the baby's indicators.

Holding her coffee, Isabella listened to the doctor's explanation, a smile on her lips. The sunlight fell on her shoulders, serene and warm.

After politely ending the call, she turned around, still smiling, only to be startled by the man standing in front of her.

She clutched her pounding heart and greeted, "Mr. Price."

Ray's cold and deep gaze fell on her name badge and then, emotionlessly, on her face, "Isabella Neville, right?"

The icy tone of her name made Isabella's heart skip a beat and she said, "Yes, I'm Isabella."

"What time is it?" he asked.

Isabella glanced at the clock on the wall, "Two ten."

"It's work hours, right?"

Isabella nodded, confused, "Yes."

"During work hours, you took such a long call?" He frowned at her, exuding authority.