A Billionaire After Divorce

IN THE RESTAURANT

Isabella sighs helplessly at Avery's drama. But doesn't say anything, causing the car to plunge into a heavy silence.

However, the silence doesn't last long as Gerald abruptly clears his throat and looks at Isabella through the rearview, asking, "Sis, hope you managed to get that punk to apologize to Mr. Moore."

"Oh, dear, I completely forgot something so crucial," Avery gasps, looking alarmed. "That's right, Isabella, did you get him to apologize?"

Isabella frowns as she replies, "I couldn't get him to do that. No matter how hard I tried, he adamantly refused. He's incredibly stubborn, and it's maddening."

"What?" Avery breaks into a cold sweat. "That jerk," she curses. "What do we do now? We won't stand a chance against Mr. Moore if he comes after us."

In an ordinary-looking restaurant, Jordan and Natasha are seated at a table filled with assorted food and wine.

Natasha has a smile on her face as she chats with Jordan. Her bandages have been removed, and aside from a few scratches,