Chapter 32

"This is a place of work not a brothel. " The silver haired man spat, fixating his penetrating blue eyes on Isabelle. He spotted a Balbo pepper beard that brought out his sharp jawline. A nice grey suit accentuated his tall figure, the coat sitting nicely on broad shoulders. Isabelle's eyes widening at the striking semblance between Christian and his father.

"This is my office. " Christian responded in an equally cold voice, not enjoying his father's stare on Isabelle. "Get out. "

Mr. Williams ordered, referring at the door with a slight tilt of his head. Isabelle didn't move, she couldn't even if she wanted. She was glued to the chair, observing the odd scene between a father and a son.

"She is not going anywhere, I suggest you state your business and leave. " Christian pocketed, widening his stance, not moving from the spot he stood beside an oddly quiet Isabelle.

Mr. Williams, turned his attention to his son, chuckling in a bitter manner. " You are not picking my calls. "

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