Chapter 942

Jason’s POV

My phone vibrates on the counter, cutting through my thoughts. I reached for it lazily, expecting it to be Layla or someone from my business contacts. 

But the name flashing on the screen made me roll my eyes.

Isabella.

I sighed, taking another sip of whiskey before answering.

The second the call connected, her sharp voice tore through the line.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "You think you’re clever, don’t you? You think I don’t know what you did?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Isabella, it’s too late for this."

"I don’t care what time it is!" she snapped. "You ruined everything! We had a plan, Jason. We agreed

''Get, the fuck out of my phone'' as I ended the call.

I stared at my glass of whiskey, watching the amber liquid swirl under the dim light. My grip on the glass tightened as my thoughts spiraled back to the party.

Layla.

She had lied to me.

She had stood right in