Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 72

Since Dylan's project didn't need them, she used them for her own research first.

She could identify problems and make improvements as she went.

During this time, her life settled into a simple routine: home, lab, and herb garden.

The only other stops were for check-ups at the hospital, doing everything she could to restore her right hand to its former state.

Although Dr. Lawson never said it outright, she could feel the difference when she held a test tube in the lab.

Dylan hadn’t been around much, likely because the Y-2 project was at a critical stage.

She had called Daniel Price a few times during this period.

The answer was always the same: it was being processed, but the procedures were complex.

So far, besides the transfer of the Kingsley Street apartment, nothing else had progressed.

She couldn’t spare the time to go find Adrian.

And even if she did, he would have plenty of excuses to avoid seeing her.

Finally, she decided she would confront him about the situation at old Mrs. Blackwell’s eightieth birthday party.

He would have to show up for his own grandmother’s birthday.

But she never expected that day’s events to spiral so far out of her control.

*

Old Mrs. Blackwell’s eightieth birthday was a grand affair.

No media was allowed, but every wealthy and powerful family in Westbridge was there to celebrate.

From early in the morning, a stream of luxury cars pulled up to the entrance of the Carter Hotel.

The valets were working tirelessly.

It was like a luxury car show.

Isabel came alone.

She had listed the Kingsley Street apartment for sale as soon as the title was in her name.

She sold it for more than its asking price.

A buyer had appeared quickly, and the deal closed at one hundred and fifty million.

She bought a modest car for a few hundred thousand and saved the rest.

Research was a money pit.

A white short-sleeved top with a grey skirt, covered by a long, matching knit cardigan.

Her long hair was down, and because it was old Mrs. Blackwell’s birthday, she had put on some light makeup.

She didn't see the need to dress up extravagantly; if not for old Mrs. Blackwell, she wouldn't even be attending.

But to the security guard, it looked different.

“Look at you, dressed so shabbily. You’re probably trying to use that pretty face to sneak in and find a rich man to latch onto.”

“Let me tell you, as long as I’m on duty today, people like you aren’t getting past me.”

Isabel had a gentle, elegant beauty.

Her personality was calm and introverted, and her figure was slim but not frail. All combined, she was very attractive.

But she lacked an aggressive presence.

When she was quiet and accommodating, she could seem unremarkable, forgettable.

Compared to the heiresses who had spent fortunes on their outfits for today, she seemed plain.

Just as she was about to make a phone call, a gleaming Bentley pulled up in front of her.

“Isabel!”