Chapter 475

Out of habit, Isabella Goodwin moved her mouse over to the search tab, opened Google, skimmed through the day’s headlines, then, on a whim, typed in her own name—Isabella Goodwin. —— Yannburgh was deep in winter; after several heavy snowfalls, the whole city looked frozen over. The cold wind howled through the streets like it could sweep people right off their feet. Around lunchtime, Martin Palmer’s phone lit up with a call from an unknown number. After just a few seconds on the line, his expression shifted—serious, tense. “Yeah, I’m free. That works.” “…” “Just send me the address.” “…” “Okay, see you then.” Veronica Wren, noticing his sudden change in mood, tilted her head and asked, “Who was that? You look all stiff and serious.” “Nothing big," Martin replied. "A client. I’m meeting her later, so dinner's off tonight.” “A client?” Veronica raised an eyebrow. “Male or female?” “Female.” “That answer came way too fast. Not worried I’ll get jealous?” “If I said male client, I’d be lyin