Chapter 182 Who is She?

• Zenon's finger danced across the screen, abruptly halting the video call as Isabella's figure drew closer. He quickly stowed his phone, meeting her gaze with a crooked grin.
• "Hey, Zen. Who was that you were talking to?" Isabella smiled; her voice held a playful edge.
• Draped in a timeless black and white tweed suit crafted by Chanel, Isabella commanded attention with every step. Her long locks cascaded down her back, a cascade of silk framing her delicate features, while a sleek black beret crowned her head, adding a touch of Parisian chic to her ensemble.