Isabella had no clue that Natalie had sent someone to reach out to her grandfather and uncle. She went back to her studio, buried herself in scripts, and didn’t look up until her phone buzzed that evening. It was Laura.
“Isabella, Jesse said he’s meeting a friend at The Cabinda Hotel. He wants us to come too. Are you still at the studio?”
“I am. I was just about to call Jesse. If he’s already talked to you, I’ll head over now. Do you want me to pick you up?”
Laura had spent the day at home, busy writing. Their first web series was about to start filming, and she wanted to get ahead on her drafts before things got hectic on set. She knew how exhausting shooting could be, and she didn’t want to miss any updates for her readers.
“No need, I’ll drive myself. It’s quicker if I just head over from here.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
Once they hung up, Isabella packed up her things and left her office. About fifteen minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot at The Cabinda Hotel. There was an empty spot right at the entrance, so she took it. A security guard started walking over, probably about to ask her to park in the underground garage instead, since these spots were usually for Ethan. But when he saw who it was, he paused, then turned away like he hadn’t noticed anything. After all, she was Mrs. Adams. No way Ethan would mind if his wife used his parking space.
As Isabella turned off the engine, Ethan’s Maybach rolled up. His driver recognized her car and glanced at Ethan.
“That’s Mrs. Adams’ car,” he said.
Ethan rolled down his window and checked the plates, just to be sure. When Isabella got out of her car, he called out, “Isabella, what are you doing here?”

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