Back at the exhibition hall, Isabella watched Vanessa leave, and soon after, the crowd that had gathered out of curiosity gradually dispersed as well. By the time she finished arranging the remaining displays, it was already close to noon.
Her mind, however, was not on the exhibition at all.
She was thinking about Victor.
She had no appetite to go to the cafeteria, so she bought a loaf of bread from a small shop, sat in a corner, and absentmindedly chewed on it while staring at her phone. As his so-called "financier," his moods were impossible to predict, and every word she sent felt like stepping on thin ice.
After thinking for a long time, she finally typed cautiously.
"Do you mean… I don't need to drive?"
She barely had time to put her phone down before it dinged.
Her heart jumped as she grabbed it, only to see a single word on the screen.
"Mm."
"Mm"?
She stared at it in disbelief. Was that all?
