Loveless Marriage
Chapter 87  That's My Miss Jones

Of course, how could she give up this opportunity? She blinked at Minh and John, who suddenly understood.

In less than an hour, those men were so drunk that they couldn't even stand. Their young assistants had already fell asleep.

Seeing that it was about time, Isabella got a room at the hotel and let waiter take those men there. After confirming that nothing would happen, she then led John and Minh to leave. Standing at the entrance of the hotel, she took in a deep breath of fresh air.

Just now, she had almost been choked by the smell of alcohol.

She had also had an whole glass of whiskey. Although she wasn't drunk, the burning sensation on face became more intense when the wind blew.

"That's my Miss Jones. You have just shown off your might, or the person who laid there tonight would be us." After John came out, he immediately looked at her full of admiration.

Isabella pulled at her collar, trying to dispel the heat from her body. She then said to Minh meaningfully: "That wasn't all my work."

Minh innocently blinked his eyes, and quickly apologised, "Sorry Miss Jones, I was too worried that time, so I mentioned Mr. Miller without thinking."

"You can mention Mr. Miller without even thinking. Then I reckon if you've thought through about it, you may solve the problem by your own? Are you not afraid of being exposed on the spot?" Isabella didn't have any intentions of blaming him. This was the first time someone, other than her family, mentioned her and Christian together for the first time, which made her to feel a bit weird.

Minh smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm. but I also believe in your strain capacity. In Leeds, there are few people who aren't scared of Christian, but luckily he is really cooperating with Benton now. So we weren't lying honestly. Even if it gets out, nothing would happen."

With that, he thought for a moment, and said with a serious tone, "If we have a chance to meet him, we have to thank him properly. He really doesn't know his name helped us a lot."

Isabella suddenly fell silent. She stared at him weirdly for a few seconds, then asked: "You haven't seen him before?"

"No, Miss Jones. Next time you go to the Polygon Group, you must take me along."

Before Isabella could anything, John seemed to have been amused by Minh. He patted his shoulder: "There is no need to go to Polygon. Last time I saw Mr. Miller at their filiale. You'll have the chance to thank him."

Looking at them, Isabella didn't what to say.

Just then, her phone rang, which was quite loud on the quiet street. It immediately interrupted Minh and John's conversation.

"Miss Jones, you have a call." John subconsciously reminded her.

Looking at the number on her phone screen, Isabella didn't answer it. She then said: "It's getting late. Let's go back."

Just then, a car passed in the distance. Its headlights illuminated them.

Minh turned his eyes away. Seeing Isabella's flushed face, he frowned: "Miss Jones, are you okay?"

Isabella caressed her face and shook her head, "I just drank one glass. There is nothing to worry about. I just need a rest."

After all, it was whiskey, so she would naturally feel uncomfortable.

"But your face blushed.... are you having a fever?" Her lips were also dyed red. But only one glass of whiskey shouldn't made her like this, and this wasn't be the first time she drank whiskey.

Minh became worried. He suddenly raised his hand and touched her forehead. Before she could react, he put it down and said solemnly: "You've just drunk a bit alcohol, and I can't feel it. We should go back and check later."

"I'm fine. Why would I have a fever for no reason?" Isabella laughed, and then began to stop a taxi.