Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Isabella’s POV

“You want a drink?” he asked, and before I could tell him no, he turned to the bartender and ordered one for me anyway.

I glared at him. “No, thanks, I don’t,” I replied, turning to the bartender and asking for a simple water instead.

Honestly, all that constant sitting had made my muscles stiff. What I really wanted right then was to go home and lie down, not entertain a jerk like Nico. His behaviour hadn’t been particularly pleasing during the meeting, and it was clear it wasn’t going to get any better out here either.

Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way, and I figured staying away from him was the best thing I could do right then.

I stood to leave after picking up my glass of water.