Chapter Twelve

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Noah's pov;

"Did she arrive?" Asked one of the butlers while I was checking the location of Mr Martinez.

"No, Sir."

I let out a sigh and stepped out of the house. The car which was supposed to get her here hasn't come back yet. I phoned the driver to know what was happening on the other side.

The driver answered the phone.

"Where are you now? Why are you taking so long to come here? Come quickly before Mr Martinez shows up!"

"S-Sir... Ms Garcia..."

"What happened to her?"

"Ms Garcia hasn't arrived yet, Sir."

"Go and ask someone in her school."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and got more irritated at her. Why was Mr Martinez employed like this girl? Doesn't she know how to be precise? A person who isn't timely usually isn't a decent person. I don't know how I am going to deal with this kind of girl till the contract ends.

While I was waiting for Ms Garcia, Mr Martinez's car entered at the entrance of the gate.

I don't think I can handle this pressure anymore. I hope this contract ends soon.

Mr Martinez got out of the car and walked towards me and inquired, "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was waiting for you, Sir."

"The stuttering implies that you're lying." He made his way into the house.

I let out a sigh that he didn't ask about Ms Garcia.

After seeing him walking into the house, I called the driver again to know the condition there.

I dialled the driver again and asked him, "What's going on? Did she come?"

"When I asked about Ms Garcia, they said that she had already left, sir."

"Left? What do you mean left? Okay. I'll give you an address. Go and check that address and report me when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and sent Ms Garcia's home address to the driver.

She left the school then why didn't she show up yet? Did she forget that she has to come here or is she voluntarily ignoring coming here?

"Sir, Mr Martinez is asking for you." The butler informed me which left me in horror.

I nodded and walked into the house. I climbed the stairs and strode to Mr Martinez's room. He was working on his laptop while I was coming into the room. He was still wearing the coat. Why is he in his coat? Didn't he take a shower yet?

"Sir, you asked for me."

"Where's Isabella?"

He asked the question for which I hoped he wouldn't inquire of.

"She's on the way, Sir."

He gave a single nod and returned to look at his laptop.

I came out of the room and called the driver.

"Where are you right now?"

"I came to the address you sent, Sir. But the house is locked, sir. It seems like no one's inside the house. Can I ask around, Sir?"

"No need. Return."

I ended the call. Isabella, Where are you right now?

Isabella's pov;

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