Chapter 4

Edmund slammed his fist onto the desk, making the coffee cup clatter loudly as it tipped over.

Scalding coffee poured out, staining his pricey documents.

But Edmund didn't even flinch. His gaze was glued to the photo on the screen.

'It's her,' Edmund thought. 'It has to be her. That mocking tone, that brazen attitude, who else could pull this off but Isabelle?'

Edmund immediately called the company's tech director and told him to trace the email's IP address.

Half an hour later, the tech director rushed in, sweating bullets. "Mr. Wade, the IP address for this email has been…