Chapter 270

On the other side. Jordan Bryant stormed into the top-floor conference room, interrupting Ronald Wright and a few investors discussing a list of designers and debating contracts and funding. The moment Jordan stepped in, he was blocked at the door by two security guards. "Ronald Wright! What the hell did you do with Isabella?!" Paul Allen stood next to Ronald, glancing at the man lounging on the couch with a cold, detached look. His eyes suddenly sharpened. "Miss Carter didn’t show up for the next round?" The investors around them all went silent. Jordan’s face darkened, fury blazing in his dark eyes like he was ready to rip someone apart. "Don’t tell me you had her taken! Ronald, if you actually laid a finger on her, I swear you won’t make it out of this in one piece!" Ronald raised an eyebrow, calm and dismissive, lips tugging into a half-smirk full of mockery. "Get him out." Jordan’s expression twisted. "Ronald Wright!" Paul nodded and motioned to have Jordan thrown out, but just as