Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 248

"That's true," Evelyn said. "Even though the wedding is at a hotel near the Grey Zone, they can call for backup much faster than we can. In that case, I won't go."

Julian sighed and looked at Isabel. "Cousin, if I don't make more money, how am I supposed to support you and the children?"

Isabel knew he was joking and didn't respond. She turned to Evelyn and Amanda. "You two just stay here. You can help me look after Edmund. He's not going either."

Edmund obediently accepted the arrangement.

Evelyn and Amanda didn't want to cause trouble for Isabel either.

That night, Julian and Isabel flew to the Grey Zone area.

Julian brought a large entourage, but they remained out of sight.

After the plane took off, Isabel remembered something. "That time Adrian left the kids and rushed off, was that because you did something to Selena?"

"I didn't have the time," Julian said, swirling a glass of champagne. "I just said that to get rid of him. I didn't expect it to actually be a coincidence."

Isabel nodded.

She had seen with her own eyes how much Adrian cared about Selena.

Even if there hadn't been a coincidence, he probably would have rushed off to check on Selena's safety after what Julian said.

Good.

The more he cared, the higher the chance of a divorce once she successfully developed her drug.

...

The flight was seven hours long.

Isabel dozed off for a while.

Julian asked a flight attendant for a blanket and draped it over her.

He could never sleep in public.

You never knew where danger might be lurking.

He looked at Isabel beside him.

She really was carefree.

...

The plane landed.

First-class passengers disembarked first.

"I'll be careful."

"But let's not trouble old Mr. Reed anymore. I know the limits of my hand."

Julian glanced at her. "You know jack squat."

Isabel: "..."

...

After a forty-minute drive, the car pulled up in front of a six-star hotel.

Isabel had never been here before. She asked Julian, "This place is so chaotic, yet there's such a nice hotel? Wouldn't wealthy guests be sitting ducks here?"

Julian grabbed her small suitcase and took her hand. As they walked inside, he explained, "This place is owned by the Grey Zone folks. It's about five kilometers from the Zone itself. The Grey Zone might be lawless, but this place isn't. But hey, if you're in the area, you have to stay at this hotel. Pay them their money willingly, and they naturally won't cause you any trouble."

When he checked in, he requested the best presidential suite, which cost five hundred thousand a night.

In dollars.

Isabel gasped. "That's just too..."

Julian covered her mouth. "Dear, less talking."