Isabella gave him a look that said, Are you for real? Ethan just blinked at her, all innocence, as if to say, Why would I lie? Everything I said is true.
Honestly, buying her a dozen sets of diamond jewelry barely made a dent in his wallet. If there was one thing Ethan had, it was money. His personal fortune was over ten billion. Jordan used to complain, half-joking but mostly jealous, that the entire Lane family wasn’t even worth as much as Ethan alone. And that was before you even counted the Adams family fortune. Ethan was set to inherit a big chunk of that too, which would send his net worth skyrocketing. The guy worked so much he hardly had time to spend any of it.
Ethan’s smooth talk finally won Cynthia over, so she joined them for lunch. Right after eating, she excused herself. She called the butler to check on Natalie, found out Natalie had headed to her parents' place for the afternoon, and hurried home to pack. She booked a flight for that evening, then rang Jackson to tell him she was going on a spontaneous trip. Jackson couldn’t have been happier. He told her to have fun, wired her extra money, and said she should buy whatever she liked, no need to be frugal.
Ethan came out of the hotel a little later, but his driver had disappeared.
At first, Isabella didn’t notice. She just walked toward her car, but when she realized Ethan was trailing behind, she turned and asked, “We’ve already eaten. Why are you following me?”
“My driver just texted,” Ethan said, looking a bit helpless. “He had an emergency and left. Could you drive me back to the office?”
Driver: Mr. Adams, as you said, I’ll leave whenever I see you with Isabella.
Ethan: Perfect. You’re doing a great job.
Isabella raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t he leave you the keys? Don’t you have a spare?”
“Nope.”

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