Chapter 200

"There might be some minor objections, but nothing substantial," Alexander remarked.

Whenever the company landed a major project, other shareholders inevitably wanted their people involved. But Mr. Whitmore rarely assigned personnel himself—people couldn't start complaining the moment he finally did, could they?

Besides, the Kensingtons and Sinclairs were competent professionals who followed protocol, so overall, it caused minimal disruption.

Nathaniel had heard enough. "Alright, I won't keep you from your family. Let's schedule dinner soon."

Alexander nodded. "Absolutely, next time."

After he left, Nathaniel turned to Isabella. "Shall we go inside?"

Isabella gave a quiet affirmation. "Mm."

Post-lunch, when they returned to the office, they were informed Dominic Fairchild was waiting to see them.

Neither Isabella nor Nathaniel had any intention of meeting him. Yet Dominic remained stubbornly planted in the lobby.

That evening, as Isabella left work and approached her car in the parking garage, his voice cut through the dim lighting. "Ms. Sinclair."

She turned, her expression cool. "Mr. Fairchild. What do you want?"

Dominic met her gaze. "We need to talk."

Isabella arched an eyebrow. "Do you actually want to discuss business, or are you here to lecture me?"

He hesitated before replying, "I'm serious. I hope you can set aside personal issues and focus on what matters. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment and damage your company's interests."

The audacity almost made her laugh.

"I believe that's exactly what I should be saying to you, Mr. Fairchild," she countered.

After all, it was Dominic who'd let his feelings for Victoria Kensington sabotage their negotiations. Now he had the nerve to paint her as the unreasonable one abusing her authority?

The hypocrisy killed any remaining interest in conversation. Without another word, she slid into her car and drove off.

Dominic's face darkened.

His phone chose that moment to ring.

After a terse conversation, he too departed.

Thirty minutes later, when Dominic entered the private dining room, Simon Fairchild and Sebastian Ashford were already seated.

Simon took one look at his stormy expression. "That bad? The negotiations aren't going well?"

Dominic had visited YodaVision three times this week. Each time, Nathaniel had refused to see him.

As the saying goes, only the person who tied the knot could untie it.

So Dominic had tried approaching Isabella instead. Remembering her stonewalling, he shook his head.

"If Nathaniel won't budge and Ms. Sinclair remains inflexible, securing the YodaVision project seems unlikely," Simon observed.

"But honestly, if you can't get this one, there are plenty of other lucrative opportunities."

Dominic shook his head. "I've studied the YodaVision project extensively. I'm genuinely invested."

Even without Theodore Fairchild pushing him, after reviewing the project specs, Dominic personally wanted in.

Simon tapped his chin. "Perhaps we need a different approach?"

He glanced meaningfully at Sebastian. "Speaking of which, Sebastian—didn't you two hit it off at the gala? She seemed quite taken with you during your dance."

"If Dominic can't get through to her, maybe you could mediate? Smooth things over?"

Sebastian had been sipping his whiskey. He set the glass down with deliberate care. "We're not that close. It would be inappropriate."