Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 152

Isabel took a deep breath. “Mr. Blackwell, you have zero credibility with me. Have someone get our divorce certificate finalized. Once I have it, I’ll attend the reception and help you secure the partnership. Otherwise, the deal’s off.”

“What gives you the right to negotiate with me?”

Isabel just stared at him, her silence speaking volumes. Her expression was one of reckless abandon, as if she had nothing left to lose.

If he forced her to go, her unpredictable behavior would likely cause a scene at the reception.

After a long standoff, Adrian said, “My only offer is this: I’ll have someone start the paperwork, and you’ll get the certificate after the partnership is finalized and we’re back home.”

Having been burned by his broken promises too many times, Isabel didn’t yield an inch. “Without that certificate, you can forget about my cooperation.”

That meant there was nothing more to discuss.

They were at another impasse.

Isabel was hungry and ordered room service, completely ignoring Adrian’s dark expression.

She thought she heard him on the phone, giving some instructions.

After she’d eaten her fill, she curled up on the armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the sea while playing a game on her phone.

A while later, Adrian approached her. “It will take too long to mail the certificate. The best I can do is show you a photo.”

Isabel wasn't buying it. “Mr. Blackwell, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to have someone fly here with it.”

“That would still take over a dozen hours, well after the reception,” Adrian argued. “I have no reason to lie to you. Don’t think for a second I don’t want this divorce.”

Isabel said nothing.

Adrian’s frustration flared. He slammed the door on his way out.

Daniel arrived to give his report and walked right into the line of fire.

That was it. Daniel had nothing more to say.

Let the two of them fight it out.

If the Blackwell Group suffered, it wasn't his shoulders that would bear the weight. He had said and done all he could.

*

Isabel ordered lunch from room service as well.

She just hadn’t expected Adrian to be the one pushing the cart in.

Isabel crossed her arms. “Mr. Blackwell, a gesture like this won’t sway me. I want the divorce certificate.”

Adrian’s grip on the cart handle tightened. He took out his phone and showed it to her. “It’s been processed. My associate is on a plane with the certificate right now, but he won’t make it before the reception. Isabel, Amanda Parker is a good friend of yours, isn’t she? You’d be wise not to cross me.”