"You are right, Isabella. The house you are staring at rightly belongs to Emily Collins, and there are two luxurious cars in her driveway. One is a sleek Mercedes-Benz S-Class, a symbol of elegance and sophistication, with a starting price of around $90,000. The other is a stunning Rolls-Royce Phantom, radiating opulence and luxury, with a significantly higher price tag, typically exceeding $700,000. These cars are a testament to affluence and wealth. However, with Emily's earnings, she cannot afford the Rolls-Royce Phantom for herself," Alexa said. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying. Who do you think owns that car, Alexa? Can you find information about it?" "Certainly, Isabella, I can look up her purchase history and see if she owns the car for herself or if the car belongs to someone else," Alexa said, and immediately, a chime sound occurred. In less than ten seconds, Alexa's voice spoke again. "I looked up her purchase history for the past four years, and there is no record of her
Regarding what she saw, the man was wearing a charcoal-gray suit that draped flawlessly over his tall frame, accentuating his commanding presence. The suit jacket featured a subtle pinstripe pattern, adding a touch of refinement to his ensemble. Under it, he sported a pristine white dress shirt, buttoned up to the collar and meticulously tucked into his trousers.Similarly, Isabella noticed that the man wore a deep burgundy tie, expertly knotted, providing a striking contrast to the monochromatic base. The tie was adorned with a subtle, intricate pattern that hinted at his attention to detail. His trousers were crisply creased, falling elegantly over polished black dress shoes that gleamed, reflecting the soft ambient light in the room.“Not a wrinkle or imperfection marred his appearance. This shows he is someone of importance, but why can't I see his face?” Isabella muttered suddenly.However, despite her muttering, there was no response from anywhere, not even from Alexa.So, she m
For more than an hour, Isabella waited in her car without the microscope in her eyes, akin to a patient predator stalking its unsuspecting prey, anticipating the perfect moment when Ethan would leave his new girlfriend's house. However, this didn't mean that Isabella was waiting to confront him. She was simply observing the woman, as Alexa and she had planned, similar to a silent observer in the shadows, gathering crucial information before making a move. "Are you sure you're in the right mental state to proceed with this plan? We can always come back tomorrow and" "No, I'm fine," Isabella interrupted Alexa suddenly, like a resolute soldier dismissing any doubt about her readiness for the mission. "After all, I don't really love him. I just want to use him, divorce him, and get half of his wealth," Isabella continued immediately, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade, revealing her cold determination. "On the contrary, I think you do love him. If you can't bear to se
Rightly, as Ethan and Mr. Smith had left, Isabella saw how Emily had gone back into the house. But the fact that she did not soon come out of it was a lie. At that moment, Isabella saw how she slipped into her car, reversing out of her car park slowly like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. "She is heading out," Isabella said at once. "Where is she going?" she muttered again. "What should we do?" Isabella asked continuously. "Isabella, you can see clearly that Emily, the one who is now dating your ex-husband, held a basket in her hand before she slipped into her car. A car that Ethan Mark had just bought for her. Where do you think she is going?"Alexa asked like a teacher who was asking a child a tough question, never expecting her to know the answer to the question. But if Isabella knew, the response to that was a lie. Like a student who wracked her head for the answer to a question her teacher asked her and failed, Isabella wracked her head for the answer to Alexa's q
Tailing her quietly and at a short distance like a shadow, Emily arrived at Ethan Mark's gate, and as a result, Isabella saw how each security guard at the gate bowed to Emily and allowed her to drive in without any form of delay or questioning.This event conveyed a message to Isabella: "This is not her first time coming here. How come I never found out?" In the same way, Alexa confirmed Isabella's words at this moment by saying, "You are certainly right, Isabella. This is not the first time Emily has been here, and none of us knew about it.""If you like, I can help you get information on the exact moment when Ethan and Emily started dating. Perhaps it will be useful for something?" Alexa suggested. Rightly so, Isabella replied, "Yes, do that, Alexa. I really want to know when these two began to see each other."With Isabella's approval to collect information, Alexa's chime sounded immediately, like a second hand counting continuously. In this very moment, Isabella waited in her car
The first thing Isabella noticed was Emily's fancy car parked beside one of Ethan's cars closer to the gate. She took a heavy breath, followed by a smirk, akin to an envious cat. "Let's see if you can still drive into this mansion in a few days," she muttered, then continued to walk towards Ethan's mansion entrance. As she entered the mansion, the first thing she perceived was the delicious aroma wafting into her nostrils, like a siren's call. This sweet aroma reminded her of the childhood summers she spent at her grandmother's place. "This is a freshly baked apple pie," Isabella thought. "A specialty my grandmother prepared with a secret blend of cinnamon, nutmeg, and love," she thought again. "How come it smells exactly the same?" she asked herself in a silent whisper, almost as if she were revisiting a cherished memory from long ago. If that was all, it was a lie. The kitchen Emily cooked in was a spacious, inviting space with warm, earthy tones that created a cozy atmosphere.
Days upon days passed like ships in the night, silently slipping away, and night upon night like a river flowing through the darkness. In total, it had been five days, five hours, twenty-three minutes, and five seconds that Isabella had been on Emily's tail.In this manner, she was familiar with Emily's day-to-day activities, like a detective who had memorized every clue in a complex case.She knew that when Emily woke up in the morning, she went jogging at exactly 5:30 am and returned to the house around 7 am to get ready for the day. From exactly 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., Isabella knew Emily would meet with clients, discuss design projects, and visit project sites. She would work on design concepts, create mood boards, plan interior layouts, and communicate with her design team and contractors.From 5:30 pm to 8:00 pm, Isabella also knew Emily would continue working on design projects if needed, attend design-related events, or network with industry professionals. In the late evening,
As Emily emerged from her entrance door like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, Isabella noticed that she was fully prepared for her daily jogging ritual. Her attire was a perfect blend of practicality and style, carefully chosen for her jogging adventure.A headband rested upon her head like a loyal companion, while a vibrant baseball cap crowned her look, shielding her eyes from the rising sun that was going to gently intrude.On her upper body, she donned a sports bra that cradled her in comfort and support, a silent confidant in her active pursuit. Over this foundation, she wore a long-sleeved running shirt, its fabric whispering secrets of moisture-wicking charm. It flowed with her as she prepared to face the challenges of the day.Her lower half was embraced by running shorts, their vibrant colors echoing the energy surging through her veins. They swayed with her every step, a dance of liberation. Her feet, resolute and prepared for the journey ahead, were encased in car