The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 89 Eighty Nine

Jacob brushed Seth’s hand off his shoulder, irritated. “Is that any of your business?”

“It is,” Seth said, getting in his face. “If you’ve come to cause trouble at her work.”

Jacob narrowed his eyes. What did this man know? He had been civil enough during that dinner. Why

did he look ready to give him a beating?

“If you must know,” he told him flatly, “I’m here to get my wife. Why, do you have a problem with that?”

Seth pointed a finger in his face. “You’ll not get anywhere near her.”

Jason stepped towards Seth and pulled him back, about to warn him to watch his mouth if he still

wanted to keep his job.

Seth beat him to it. “Do you know this asshole, Jason?”

“Shut up, idiot!” Jason seethed, standing directly between the two men. “What do you think you are

doing?”

Seth indicated Jacob. “Call security to throw this man out.”

“Why would he do that?” Jacob asked, stepping closer and putting a hand on Jason’s shoulder to push

him aside.

“She ran away from you so you came to cause trouble at her work?” Seth posed, laughing bitterly.

“God, I should have known she was covering up for you when she said you weren’t dangerous. What

kind of psychopath throws his wife out in an oncoming storm? And now you are here to stalk her at

work! You should have treated her better if you didn’t want her to leave you.”

“Shut up right now, Seth Holding!” Jason seethed again, trying to get in between them, but Jacob

pushed him to the side again. “If you wish to keep your job,” he managed to add in before Jacob got all

in the other man’s face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jacob demanded. Dangerous? He was dangerous to Isabelle?

And when the fuck had he– It didn’t matter. All that mattered was somehow, this asshole seemed to

have gotten close to Isabelle while he was in hospital. So close that he knew that Isabelle wanted to

leave him.

Seth’s glance shifted to Jason. “Jason, I’m telling you–”

Jacob cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. “What did you do to my wife?”

“Stay away from her,” Seth told him. “She doesn’t want to see you ever again.”

Jacob clenched his jaw. “Is that so?”

“She is coming with me,” Seh announced.

“What?” Jacob now grabbed him by both hands. The rage running in his veins was awakening a

headache. He should have known it. From the moment he first saw the man with Isabelle, he had

known his true intentions towards her. He must have come across Isabelle at her lowest that day and

taken advantage of her. “I swear if you laid a finger on Isabelle, I’ll kill you.”

Seth scoffed and pushed him back with all his might. Jacob’s hold on his shirtfront didn’t give, and

Seth’s momentum sent the two men down to the floor. Seth was on top, and he quickly got in a punch

to Jacob’s jaw.

Jacob growled and grabbed his shoulders, ready to switch positions and start pummelling the living

daylights out of his face. But Jason grabbed the other man quickly, hooking his arms below his and

dragging him away from Jacob.

“Call security and get rid of this man,” Seth demanded through angry breaths.

“He is your fucking boss, idiot!”

Seth blinked at Jason. “What?”

Jason cursed and pinched his nose. “Just don’t do anything else stupid. You’ll be lucky to still have a

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Jason turned to Jacob, who was getting up from the floor. But then he noticed a few employees

standing around, smartphones out and recording. Damn it! More job-losing candidates.

Turning away from Jacob, who seemed to have taken the fall well, he approached the nearest phone-

wielding enthusiast. “Give me your phone.”

She looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Your phone,” he said, snatching it right out of her hands. Before she could protest, he moved on to the

next person. “And you.”

The second person tried to put his phone away, but Jason snatched it too.

“You can’t do that!” the man shouted.

“Choose,” Jason said, holding the phone out. “This, or your job?”

The man swallowed.

Jason turned to the rest of the audience. He pointed to the security cameras. “If you’ve taken a video,

don’t let me find out through the surveillance footage. Hand your phone over, and then come to the

security office, where we’ll delete your videos one by one and you can get your phones back. Be

quick.”

A murmur rose among the onlookers.

Jason sighed. “Guys, I’m saving you all from a contract breach. Do you ever read those papers before

signing them? You can keep your video if you want, and go ahead and share it, and then we’ll see you

in court. Good luck with that. The Larson Group has never lost a lawsuit.”

He started towards the elevator and beckoned to the two owners of the phones he had confiscated.

“You two, come.”

Suddenly, he was bombarded with a group of five people holding their phones out.

“Here, sir.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take it, sir.”

He accepted the gadgets, a smug smile on his face, and then he pointed them towards the elevator. “I’ll

see all of you in the security office in a minute.”

As the group shuffled towards the elevators, he went back to Jacob. Seth still stood nearby, looking

confused but not as eager to punch anyone as he was a minute ago.

Jacob was brushing creases out of his coat sleeves, looking unbothered. “I’ll leave you to fix this

mess,” he told Jason when he came back to him, “I have a wife to find.”

Then he turned away, heading for the executive elevator. The crowd of workers waiting to get into the

other elevator gawked openly from the moment he stepped into the elevator until the doors closed.

He took deep breaths as he watched the car lift towards Isabelle’s floor. What was that asshole talking

about? Isabelle was going with him? Where? Had she told him she never wanted to see Jacob again?

He clenched his jaw. Jason would have told him if she planned to leave her job.

He was so done being in the dark about whatever was going on with her. If she thought she could get

away from him without giving an explanation for anything, she had another thought coming.

The elevator doors opened on her floor, and he strode down the hall towards Isabelle’s department. He

stopped at the door, did a sweep of the place, and spotted her desk right away. She was working, her

head bent as she typed something on her computer.

Most of her coworkers noticed him as he walked over to her, but she was so focused on what she was

doing that she didn’t even look up when the whispers started.

Until he stood at her desk and placed his hand right beside her keyboard. “Isabelle?”

She looked up, her brown eyes widening in shock. “Jacob?” She looked around, as if to ascertain that

she was indeed still at work. “Jacob? What are you doing here?”

“Come with me,” he told her, fighting the urge to take her in his arms right there and then. But she not

only looked shocked, but a little terrified and nervous.

She shook her head. “I don’t know what– I…I don’t want to.”

He leaned in, bringing his face right in front of hers. “Come with me, Isabelle, or I’m going to throw you

over my shoulder right in front of all these people and take you away.”

She swallowed and nodded quickly. “Okay. Fine.”

He noticed how her fingers trembled as she put her things away and grabbed her purse before rising to

her feet. She cast a nervous glance at her watching colleagues and then walked past him. “Let’s go.”

He frowned as he went after her. What was she so terrified of him for? Did she think he was going to do

something bad to her because she had lied?