Chapter 4

Izabella was on a shopping spree at a luxury boutique when Samuel called.

Hearing Samuel's question, she pouted in annoyance.

She said, "How would I know? Samuel, did you call just to ask about that woman? When are you going to spend time with me? I just saw a new bag I want..."

"Shut it!" Samuel barked, cutting her off. "I don't have time to mess around!"

He hung up without another word.

Listening to the busy signal, Izabella's face alternated between red and pale, her emotions in turmoil.

That was the kind of awareness from a small fry. She…