Chapter 98 Guys Like Him Don't Settle Down Easily

"Are you seriously thinking about marrying him?" the young woman asked.

Susan took off her sunglasses and looked at her friend. "Yep, I'm definitely marrying him."

"There are so many better guys out there. He's so mysterious; this doesn't seem like you," her friend said, thinking Susan was being too hasty.

Susan's smile faded. "Mysterious? Do you even know who he is? He's a legend in Stellar City."

"Well, this isn't Stellar City. Guys like him don't settle down easily. Plus, you've only known him for a few days and you're already talking marriage. Be careful you don't get scammed."

Susan grinned confidently. "I saved his life; he wouldn't do that."

In the end, Susan picked an abstract oil painting and left with it.

After the client left, Keith went upstairs where Isabella was busy painting her sunflowers.

"How much are you gonna sell this one for when it's done?" Keith asked.

Isabella put down her brush and laughed. "Keith, stop messing with me. Maybe two hundred bucks."

"When it sells, I'll give you the two hundred, and I'll keep the rest."

"Deal."

They joked as they walked out of the gallery.

Elodie called Isabella to ask why she wasn't home yet.

Keith grabbed the phone and said, "Elodie, I'm treating you tonight. Dress up nicely."

"What? Keith, you're just buying us dinner and you want me to dress up? Are you serious?" Elodie said.

"Life needs a little ceremony," he laughed.

"Just showing up is a big favor to you," Elodie said.

After hanging up, Keith laughed even harder.

Isabella shook her head with a smile and said, "I was thinking of setting you up with Elodie, but now it seems you two are better off as friends."

"Aren't friends better than girlfriends?" he said with a grin.

After dinner, Keith drove Isabella and Elodie home.

Both of them were super happy, humming songs and linking arms like they were back in school.

Isabella's phone buzzed in her bag.

Elodie reminded her, "Your phone's ringing."

"Ignore it," Isabella said.

"Just answer it," Elodie insisted.

"Such a buzzkill." Isabella opened her bag and glanced at the screen. It was Joshua's number. "Joshua, it's so late. What's up?"

"Isabella, I have food poisoning. I can't make it. Ray's going on a business trip tomorrow. Can you go instead?" The voice on the other end was weak.

"Are you serious?"

"Would I lie about this? I'm really about to..." There was a commotion on the other end. "...Hurry up and get my stomach pumped, quick."

Isabella cursed under her breath.

Elodie asked, "What's wrong?"

"Joshua has food poisoning. He wants me to go on a business trip with Ray tomorrow," Isabella said, clearly annoyed.

"This is a great opportunity. Take the chance to talk to him. Without anyone else around, he might just acknowledge it," Elodie said.

Isabella sighed. "If he wanted to acknowledge it, he would have done so already. It's clear he doesn't want to."

Ray was awkward, and Isabella felt even more so.

When booking the flight, she specifically booked Ray in business class and herself in economy to avoid the awkwardness.

After getting off the plane, a car came to pick them up.

It was a business car with a spacious back seat.

But Isabella still moved closer to the door.

This small gesture didn't escape Ray's notice and he asked, "Am I that scary?"

"I don't want to disturb your rest," Isabella replied, rolling her eyes.

'Even though I haven't spent much time with George, he doesn't seem like the type to cause trouble for no reason. Maybe Joseph's bullets hit his brain?' Isabella thought, nodding to herself. 'That must be it.'

When the car pulled up to the hotel, Isabella chatted with the front desk for a bit and got the room key. "Mr. Price, you're on the 22nd floor."

She, a pregnant woman dragging two large suitcases, pressed the elevator button and found the room, while Ray didn't lift a finger to help.

Isabella didn't mind. After all, he was the CEO.

After dropping off Ray's suitcase in his room, Isabella dragged her own suitcase and opened her room door.

She collapsed onto the big bed, feeling exhausted.

But she hadn't even been lying down for long when her phone rang.

"Mr. Price," she answered.

Ray's voice was cold on the other end. "Bring the translated meeting materials over."

"Okay."

Isabella cursed under her breath before putting on a smile and knocking on Ray's door.

She handed over the translated materials and said, "Mr. Price, these are the materials for the meeting. Please take a look."

Ray took the materials and started reading them seriously.

At first, his expression was calm.

After a few pages, his eyebrows furrowed.

After reading a few more lines, Ray grabbed a pen and started circling things.

Isabella glanced at the materials but hadn't seen the problem before Ray threw the papers at her.

"Can you focus a bit more when you're working? If everyone worked like you, what company wouldn't go bankrupt?" Ray scolded, leaving Isabella at a loss.

"Mr. Price, is there a mistake?" she asked humbly.

He tapped the circled area with his pen and asked, "Is this how you translate this?"

Isabella looked at the word. She had translated "delivery in person" as "meet in person." She apologized, "I'm sorry, this translation is inaccurate. I'll fix it."

Besides this, there were several other obvious mistakes.

Either the punctuation was wrong, or the decimal point was misplaced.

All were common sense errors.

Isabella was sweating.

After correcting them, Isabella checked again before handing them back to Ray.

She thought that once the errors were corrected, there would be no problem.

But Ray's gaze made her feel cold and uneasy.

"Mr. Price, is there still a problem?" she asked again.

Ray put down the materials and said, "Isabella, have you been with the company for several months?"

Isabella nodded. "Yes."

"Do you think you're adapting well to the work at EX Corporation?" he asked.

Isabella didn't understand his meaning, but his expression clearly wasn't good, so she said cautiously, "Just say what you want to say."

"Based on my observation of your work, I don't think you're suited for this job, especially as a secretary," he said directly.

'If he wants to fire me, he should just say so. Since he doesn't like me, I obviously not a fit,' she thought.

"Do you want me to leave EX Corporation?" she asked.

Ray neither confirmed nor denied.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me so you can marry Susan more conveniently?" Isabella's voice was low but she didn't hold back.

Ray's brow furrowed, clearly showing displeasure. He said angrily, "Isabella, you're just a secretary. You're not important enough to interfere in my personal matters."