Chapter 313 Ch Three Hundred And Thirteen

• Isla Meyer sat in her pristine, sunlit office, behind her sleek black desk, a rare Monet sketch framed behind her, and the subtle scent of imported roses drifting from the huge vase near the window.
• The office itself was an extension of her taste, tall ceilings with muted white walls, huge abstract paintings sprawling across one side from the beginning of the wall to the end, a sculpted huge figurine in the center of the room, and shelves of catalogues lined in perfect order.
• Her seating posture was elegant, with every detail of her presence as deliberate as the art surrounding her. She was dressed in an emerald green silk dress with one leg crossed over the other with unhurried poise, her phone resting delicately in her hand while scrolling through her phone, her polished nails moving smoothly.