Loveless Marriage

Go Back To Brighton Together

" Aren't you going back to Leeds?" Isabella glared at him behind her who was buying the ticket.

Christian's expression was normal, his thin lips held a smile, "When did I ever say that I'll return to

Leeds?"

"You!" Isabella frowned, her expression becoming more serious. "Christian, I am not joking with you.

You don't have to follow me back to Brighton."

Receiving the ticket, Christian faintly smiled, "When did I ever say that I'll go to Brighton for you?"

Steven, who was following by his side, looked at the man, and lightly smiled as he said to Isabella, "Mr.

Miller decides to do all the work for the coming months in Brighton."

"…"

Not only was Isabella shocked, Minh and John were also surprised.

His expression was complicated as he looked at Christian, his mood seemed to have received a heavy

blow. Not knowing what to say, Isabella could only tighten her lips.

The next few months in Brighton, even if he didn't admit it, it was still because of her. Even if it wasn't

because of her, it was most likely because he wanted to wait until the children were safely born.

Besides, from the way he spoke, it seemed as if he had already begun his preparations early in the

morning.

She was unwilling to compromise, but he had compromised. This had truly caused her mood to

suddenly have all sorts of mixed feelings.

Without saying a word, Isabella pushed the luggage rate into the security check.

Christian looked deeply at her for a moment before walking in, neither fast nor slow.

Steven pushed the luggage and followed, leaving behind John who said in praise, "Looks like I

guessed right, Mr. Miller is sincere towards our Miss Jones."

Having moved all the work to Brighton, it was easy to shift the center of gravity, but he didn't seem to

care at all. As expected, the power of love was limitless.

If Mr. Smith knew about this, he would be shocked.

Minh, who was standing at the side, was expressionless, his pitch—black eyes could not see any

emotions, nor was he smiling or happy.

As soon as John finished speaking, he did not answer and strode forward.

When they arrived at the Brighton, the sky was still dark. Isabella got off the plane, bid farewell to John

and Minh More, and without even looking at Christian, he pushed her case to the outside of the city,

picked up a taxi and left.

How could Christian not know what she was thinking? He only pursed his lips and watched her leave

without saying a word.

He had been preparing for a long time ago to move his work back to Brighton. He had never told her or

discussed it with her, and even though he knew that she would not agree, he still planned to stay in

Brighton.

He was no longer able to rest assured that she was facing all sorts of dangers alone.

"Mr. Miller, where are we going now?"

The man looked into the distance and spat out a few words, "back to the company."

"Okay, I'll go and get a car."

Steven hurriedly headed in a direction.

… …

Isabella rested at home for a night and went to the company early the next morning.

She had prepared all the work reports, and all that was left was to meet Mr. Smith. However, she never

expected that there was still a huge matter waiting for her in the company.

Once Isabella entered the company, she was called into the Mr. Smith Keats’s office.

Mr. Smith, who was usually amiable, gloomily placed the tablet in his hand on the table. With a cold

tone, he said, "Isabella, what is going on? Explain to me. "

Isabella was startled, and for a moment she didn't understand what was going on. Frowning, she

walked over and picked up the tablet, and with a sweep of her head, her entire face was instantly

covered in cold sweat.

[Female executives of Benton Technology Technology, would it be advisable to rely on an unscrupulous

private life to ascend to a higher position? At the same time, he was surrounded by two big shots,

Fantasy and Polygon Group, as well as all kinds of fresh meat.

The gigantic black title was extremely eye—catching, and she did not even have the time to read the

entire text. However, a few clear high definition diagrams had completely displayed her face, as well as

the male lead's face.

From Christian, Simons, to Minh and Luke, even Canon. All the pictures of her walking with a man

were all taken and placed in the article.

Perhaps she could explain to the people behind her, but there was a photo of her kissing Christian in

the car that was taken completely by surprise.

Isabella's face paled slightly as she looked at Mr. Smith Keats with extreme speed, "Mr. Smith, I …"

"It's not what you think."

"Then what? Isabella, I know you have been working hard and I really want to believe you, but how are

you going to explain these photos to me? I don't care about your personal life, but it must not involve Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

work. This is the company's rule. Have you forgotten about it? "

"I didn't forget!" Isabella was so shocked by Mr. Smith's anger that he immediately lowered her head to

admit his mistake, but she clenched his teeth again, his heart was full of doubt, "Mr. Smith, there's

someone who schemed me, can't you see?"

"You mean these people have nothing to do with you?" Let's not talk about the others first. How are you

going to give me an explanation for Christian and the others? "

Isabella's expression was extremely ugly as she put her hands down vertically. Her head was lowered

slightly as she struggled in her heart.

After a moment, she resolutely said, "The others are all my friends and colleagues, I am only

cooperating with Mr. Simons."

"As for the Mr. Miller …" Just as she was about to continue explaining, she was interrupted by Mr.

Smith in a low voice, "Even if I believe you, do you think others will also do?"

"Mr. Smith!" Isabella frowned, her voice was cold and calm, "I've worked in Benton for so many years,

you know what kind of person I am!"

"Just because of these photos, you want to question me now? Then, what about my hard work these

years?"

Mr. Smith pursed his lips, his breathing was extremely cold and heavy, after a long while, he seemed to

sigh and said helplessly, "It's not just a report. Media are all spreading it. Even if I believe you, no one

in the company is willing to trust you right now. This matter is too bad.

A faint trace of ridicule could be seen from the corner of his mouth, "If you believe me, then the first

thing you would do is not to interrogate me, and you would have already found out the truth. In the end,

you're the same as them."

A cold light flashed through her clear eyes as she clenched her fingers, "I will investigate this matter

thoroughly."

After Isabella finished, she turned and walked out without looking back.

Mr. Smith watched her back, with his brows furrowed even tighter.

When Isabella left the Executive Office, her pretty face was extremely cold. She walked quickly back to

her division along the way, her eyes not moving at all and completely not paying attention to the gazes

of the bystanders.

The entire Data Department did not dare to breathe too loudly. After Isabella entered, it was so quiet

that even a falling needle could be heard.