Chapter 145. Storm in Her Silence

Isabel’s POV

I walk through the glossy marbled floors of the King’s Empire building, each step echoing with purpose. The air is thick with quiet power—assistants darting between elevators, phones ringing in clipped urgency, polished shoes tapping rhythmically against glass floors. But none of it touches me. My focus is razor-sharp.

Strike when the iron is hot.

Perfect timing isn’t just a tactic—it’s an art.

And right now? The fire’s raging.

I don’t stop to greet anyone. I don’t pause when heads turn. I know where I’m going.

Alexander’s office.

When I reach the door, I don’t knock. I push it open with a practiced ease. Bold. Unapologetic.

His face lifts from the document he’s reading, surpr