Chapter 182
Chapter 182
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“Well, we are making peace with each other,” Pamella said as she tightened her grip on Izzy’s hand and pulled her closer. “Isn’t that right, Izzy?”
Izzy didn’t respond.
Seeing Izzy’s disinterest in talking, Pamella turned to Calen. “What a surprise. I thought you were in the middle of a meeting? What brings you here?”
Calen didn’t answer immediately. His mind went back to what Albert had told him just minutes earlier. Pamella had walked into Izzy’s office without an appointment. Albert had sounded concerned. He mentioned Pamella being overly confident and how things could turn chaotic fast. Because of this, Calen had to ran out of the board room just to come here.
Calen cleared his throat. “I came to ask Izzy about the final reports she needs to submit before leaving the company.”
Izzy stepped back from Pamella and straightened her blouse. “They’re done. I’ll ask Anna to send them to your office or shall I send them to the board room?”
“Just give them to Albert,” Calen looked between the two of them. “Then I won’t keep you both.”
Neither of them said anything.
“I’ll see myself out,” he said.
Once the door closed behind him, Pamella’s posture didn’t change. She returned to her seat across from Izzy, crossed her legs, and rested her hands on her lap.
“I want to discuss the wedding preparations,” she said.
Izzy rolled her eyes inwardly. She picked up her pen and tapped it against the edge of her notebook. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I already said I’m not going to be one of your bridesmaids. If you’re feeling idle, go to Calen’s office. Don’t come here.”
Pamella smiled but didn’t move. “I wasn’t asking you a question, Izzy,” Pamella suddenly said.
“Excuse me?”
“I know what you did,” Pamella said.
Izzy said nothing. She watched Pamella without blinking.
Pamella took that as permission to go on. “I know you were the last person to see Monica before she stabbed Cecil.”
Izzy rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She didn’t speak, waiting for Pamella to continue.
“Cecil is still in a coma,” Pamella said. “Monica is already in prison. And I know exactly why all this happened.”
Izzy gave a small smile. “Please. Tell me.”
Pamella didn’t hesitate. “You knew about the affair. Monica and Calen. You knew everything before you made it public. You let it happen so you could play the cheated fiance in front of everyone. You knew how people would react. They’d take your side, make Calen look like a horny idiot who couldn’t keep it in his pants.”
Izzy said nothing. Her arms were crossed now.
Pamella leaned forward. “You wanted Weiss Inc. You planned this from the beginning. You used that scandal to break him, to shake the board. You pushed Monica into doing something stupid. You knew she would snap.”
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When Pamella finished, Izzy laughed.
“How did you come up with that?” she asked. “Are you on something?”
Inwardly, she was wondering the same thing. Pamella sounded unhinged,
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“Truly… it seems that I underestimated you and your connections,” Pamella said. “Now… before I reveal anything to Calen, I suggest you do what I say and-”
“What makes you think that I care, Miss Johnson?” Izzy interrupted her.
Izzy let out a quiet breath and stood up. She walked around her table, not taking her eyes off Parella.
“I didn’t know people could use this kind of nonsense to threaten others now,” she said. “Only you could come up with something so creative… and use it to force someone to be your bridesmaid. It’s eye–opening”
Pamella stood and stomped her foot. “Are you that confident? You think Calen won’t hate you after this?”
Izzy gave a small smile. “He can hate me however he wants. I don’t care.”
She pointed toward the door. “Now leave. I’m still working. And no, I can’t be your bridesmaid. I’m busy. You wouldn’t understand that, of course.”
Pamella’s jaw tightened. Her eyes narrowed.
“You’re evil,” she said. “You fooled everyone. But not me.”
Izzy looked at her and shrugged. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Pamella opened her mouth to say something, but Izzy held up a hand.
“Take my advice. In this world, it’s better to mind your own business. Focus on your wedding. But don’t forget, you still haven’t paid me back for what you pulled last week. Maybe think about that instead.”
“You-”
“You didn’t really think I would let that go, right?” Izzy beamed. Without Liam, she would have been dragged down with that
actor.
“Are you threatening me, Miss Rossi?”
“That’s a warning, Miss Johnson. I’ll leave you alone–if you do the same,” Izzy said with a cold smile. “You should focus on your wedding. Use that energy for something that actually matters. And if you’re worried I’ll take your man back… don’t be. I don’t pick up what I already threw away. He’s trash now–and I’m not in the business of collecting garbage.”
Pamella narrowed at her again, but this time, she said nothing in response. Instead, she grabbed the invitation that she handed Izzy and walked out of the office without saying another word.
Once alone, Izzy sighed. Why can’t they just leave her alone? She then shrugged and got back to work.
Time passed quickly. When Izzy looked at the clock again, it was already six in the afternoon.
She stood up, shut her laptop, and placed it in her bag. There was no time to waste. Tonight, she had another event—this time with Liam. It was the opening ceremony of a new luxury hotel, and he had been invited with a plus one. Obviously, he is taking her.
In the past, she never joined events like this. First, she was always flying around for work. Second, Calen never invited her. Not once. But now that she was finally stepping away from the company, things were starting to feel different.
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When she stepped out of the building, a sleek black Mercedes was already waiting. Mondo opened the door and greeted her.
“The food you wanted is inside,” he said.
“Thanks,” she replied. Since Liam’s still at the office, she asked Mondo to get her some takeout for a quick meal. “Can you get him something as well?” she asked. “He probably forgot to eat again.”
Mondo nodded. “Consider it done.”
She slid into the backseat, set her bag down, and opened the box of food. She ate a few bites as the car pulled away. They weren’t heading home. Instead, she had booked time at a well–known design studio across town.
When they arrived, a stylist was already waiting at the private entrance. They ushered her into a clean, minimalist room filled with garment racks and soft lighting. Three assistants appeared within seconds. One took her bag, another brought her a warm towel, and the third guided her toward a velvet chair in front of a large mirror.
The lead designer, a short woman with sharp eyes, stepped forward holding up two dresses.
“I pulled a few options,” she said. “Liam said you might want something bold. I brought this deep green with a structured neckline, and this black one with a slit. Either works for the venue.”
Izzy stood up and examined both. She picked the black one.
However, just as the lead designer of the dress was about to say something more, a voice interrupted them outside.
“I already told you, I want the black dress! That’s Cindy’s signature dress! Where is she? Let me talk to her,” a voice echoed before the door opened.
