Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 139

Isabella was anxious the whole morning, and she was even unable to concentrate on her work. During the lunch break, she went to the Personnel Department.

"Um? Miss Jones, what can I do for you? "

Seeing Isabella enter, the HR staffs all stopped chatting and greeted her with a smile. 

Smiling amiably, Isabella waved her hand, "You guys continue. I'm just here to look through something."

They then asked about her wound concernedly and continued to chat in a low voice.

Isabella walked to the PC, casually called out a person, and said: "Open up the system, I want to check some employees of my department."

"Sure, wait a moment."

The female staff quickly turned on the system and smiled, "Alright."

"Okay, you can leave it to me." Isabella smiled at her and sat down.

She casually flipped through a few pages. After the female staff left, she them tapped in two words, Minh Johnson, and hit the enter. 

A file popped up on the screen with a boy's photo, whose handsome and young face revealed a slight smile.

She quickly shifted her gaze to the table below. Her face was expressionless and her mind was quite focused on it. She slowly pulled down the page.

Southern California University. She hadn't expected Minh to be graduated from Southern California University.

And he was almost superb in every way.

The more Isabella read, the more shocked she became. Then she fixed her gaze on the family column.

It was empty in the 'father' column, with a few words in the 'mother's.

Turned out he was surnamed after his mother.

She turned off the PC and left the HR Department. Even when she arrived her office, she was still in shock.

With his education background, he could even go to big companies such as Polygon. Why did he choose a small one like Benton to be an intern? He was even not doing what he learned in university. 

And his mother...

Isabella's eyes flashed. Did this relate to his mother? 

Taking a deep breath, she took a sip of water. As she walked towards the window, she frowned subconsciously with a solemn face. 

Isabella didn't understand why she cared so much about his words. She even went to check his information. Everyone had their secrets and bitterness, even her father was in jail now, so why did she care so much about his mother's suicide? 

Besides, she also felt that Minh was trying to hide something when he told his story to her.  

But, she didn't even know his mother. Could it be that she looked alike his mother

This thought made Isabella feel absurd. She rubbed her temple and wanted to forget about these annoying things. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Startled by that, she then looked at the door. Then she fixed her hair and said calmly, "Come in."

The door was pushed open. one of her subordinate smiled at her excitedly with his eyes wide open, "Isabella, come out. Quick."

"What's wrong?" Hesitating for two seconds, Isabella walked out.

In the department's office, there were a group of people with gossiping faces, as well as a young man in a uniform standing in the middle …who was holding a big bouquet of white roses.

Isabella immediately felt that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar.

The young man carrying the flower revealed a professional smile, "Hello, are you Isabella Jones?"

"Ugh … Yes, I am." Isabella frowned slightly.

Didn't Shawn say that he wouldn't this anymore? 

The red roses last time was directly replaced with white roses

"This are your flowers. Please sign for it."

Isabella didn't accept it. She awkwardly looked at the crowd, and asked the man in a low voice, "Sorry, may I ask who ordered the flowers?"

"Sorry, anonymously." He nodded apologetically and passed the list over, "Please sign here, miss."

Isabella frowned more tightly. she looked at the list, then shook her head and laughed: "I'm sorry, I won't accept the flowers. You can tell him after you go back. I'll pay for the losses."

She then wrote down her number on the paper, saying, "This is my number. You can just call it when you've finished calculating your losses. Thank you."

With that, she smiled gently, nodded, and was about to left. 

"Umm …" The young man couldn't stop her even if he wanted to.

When Isabella passed through the office area, someone immediately came forward, "Miss Jones, are the flowers from the same man as last time?"

"Red Roses, White Roses, this is just too obvious. Miss Jones, I'm so envious." Some girls giggled.

Isabella awkwardly smiled and pretended to be calm, "Don't think about it anymore. I have already rejected it. It will not happen again."

Someone teased continuously, "Why my clients only send me branded dolls and calendars? I want roses too."

"Are you comparing yourself with our manager? It's all superfluous to send the calendar." Someone said, who then smiled at Isabella, "Miss Jones, aren't you single right now? We absolutely support you to find…"

Then he was silently kicked by someone beside him before he could finish his words. 

Isabella didn't say much but only joked: "Your manager is so young and pretty. Does she even need to worry about these things?"

It seems that everyone in this company had already known her divorce. 

"Then you'll be very hard to be chased." Someone immediately flattered her.

Just as Isabella wanted to say something, her phone suddenly vibrated. Then she smiled, "All of you back to work."

She took out her phone. When she was about to leave, she glanced at Minh. 

The boy was working seriously and quietly on his computer, looking quite different from his colleagues. 

But she didn't find it strange at all, as if this was he truly was. 

Without an extremely steady mind, how could he have so many achievements? He may do better than her if he was the manager. 

After she went back to her office and closed the door, she picked up the phone.

"Hi."

"Are you working?"

The light in Isabella's eyes flickered slightly. She sat back to her chair, rubbed her temple and said lightly, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, someone just told me you didn't accept the flowers, so I called to ask."

The man said slowly as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. However, hearing that, Isabella immediately lowered her hand and asked in a deep voice: "You ordered the flowers?"

White roses.

Red Roses... Oh yeah, Shawn indeed mentioned about sending her flowers at the airport that day

"If you're not into it, I'll send you something else next time."

"…"