All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Childhood Best Friend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam sat in his office, his usually sharp and focused demeanor everytime he was at work was now clouded by deep thought. He could barely hear any sound because he was so engrossed in thinking as he tapped his fingers on the desk, staring blankly at a document he hadn’t touched in over an hour.Frank entered with a stack of papers. “Boss. I've got the the list ready” he spoke. Seeing that Liam was inattentive, his usual casual grin faltered when he saw finally Liam’s expression. “Boss, you look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Don’t tell me it’s the Elysium Heights project that's bothering you. I just reviewed and finalized the vendor list that the PR team submitted.”Liam glanced up, his jaw tightening. “It’s not the project. When have I ever been bothered about things like that.”Frank raised an eyebrow and set the papers down on his table. “Then what is it?”Liam leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I need you to do something for m

Liam stood outside the house with Frank. “Here we are, Boss” Frank said, locking the car door. Liam clenched the paper the address was written on with his hands. The house was a small, dilapidated building that stood silent, its windows dark, just like the intentions of it's owner.Frank paused and looked at Liam. “What are you planning to do if he's in there?” “Pat his head and tell him he's doing good.” Liam said, sarcastically. “What, Really?”“No, you idiot. How did I even hire you. When I go in and see him. I'll think of what to do then. But one thing is sure, he'll get a whole lot of beating.” “Wait, Boss. What if he isn't home? Wouldn't that be breaking and entering?” Frank twitched. Liam gritted his teeth. “You sure have lots of questions. You think that bastard will report someone for breaking and entering? He probably has dirty and illegal things in there.” Frank glanced at Liam. “You sure about this? Breaking and entering isn’t exactly legal.”Liam’s jaw tightened.

Ethan called out, “Mr Anderson?” his voice laced with surprise.Isabelle turned to look behind her and was equally shocked to see Liam approaching their table. For a moment, his face betrayed a flicker of something—jealousy, perhaps—but he quickly masked it, his expression turning neutral.“What a surprise, seeing you two here,” Liam said casually, his tone deliberately light, but he was bad at acting all neutral and surprised. “I was planning to eat here before heading home. I take meals here often so it's just a coincidence.”Ethan offered a polite smile. “It’s a nice place. We also wanted to grab dinner together for once—”“Great, then I’ll join you,” Liam interrupted smoothly, pulling out a chair before Ethan could refuse. He sat beside Ethan and signaled to a waiter. “I’ll have whatever they’re having.”Ethan raised an eyebrow, clearly finding Liam’s presence unexpected, but Isabelle bit back a smile. She could tell Liam’s casual demeanor was just an act, and inwardly, she found

Liam gently knocked on Isabelle’s door early in the morning. When she didn’t respond, he stepped inside to find her still asleep on the bed, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains.“Isa,” he said softly, shaking her shoulder gently.She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to see Liam standing over her. “Liam? What time is it?Are you leaving already?”“It's still early,” he said with a small smile. “I have to leave for the meeting abroad, and Frank’s already waiting with the car outside the house. I wanted to say goodbye before I left.”Isabelle sat up, brushing her hair back from her face. “You didn’t have to wake me. I’d have been fine.”“I know,” Liam said, holding out a small object. “But I couldn’t leave without giving you this.”Isabelle blinked, taking the pen knife from his hand. “A pen knife?”“Consider it insurance. Use it to protect yourself if anything happens.” Liam said, his tone serious. “I don’t trust that man to stay quiet while I’m gone. And if someth

Isabelle hung up the call and stared at her phone blankly for a while before thinking about what to do. “Take me to this address,” Isabelle instructed the taxi driver, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed him her phone.The driver glanced at the screen and frowned. “This area’s pretty quiet, it was about to be redeveloped but redevelopment was stopped because a murder case happened there. Miss, are you sure this is where you need to go?”“Yes, just take me there.” Isabelle said firmly, clutching her bag as if it were a lifeline.The ride was silent, except for the hum of the engine and Isabelle’s restless breathing. Her thoughts raced, replaying Peter’s sinister words over and over.When they arrived, the driver hesitated before unlocking the doors. “This place doesn’t look safe. Do you want me to wait? Or… should I call the police?”“No, please don't bother.” Isabelle replied quickly. “It's nothing much. I’m just visiting a friend. I’ll be fine.”The driver gave her a skep