Right Person, Wrong Time

"Go ahead and rest first." Beryl's words jolted Wendy awake from her slumber.
Wendy glanced around in surprise, noticing Beryl approaching her. She hastily rubbed her eyes and prepared to leave.
Finally, it was over. She might have nodded off right then and there if the discussion had gone any longer.
What had they been discussing?
As Wendy retreated, she mulled over this question. She realized she missed some of the conversation, so she resolved to get a
sleep and find out more the following day.
Yes, that's the plan. Wendy bolstered herself, determined to contribute to Colton and Nicole's perfect and happy future.
Unbeknownst to her, Beryl noticed all of her gestures and thoughts.
His captivating eyes narrowed with delight, fixing his gaze on Wendy.
Beryl had only mentioned Nicole after seeing Wendy doze off.
However, Colton's demeanor remained unchanged, and he remained silent, leaving the matter to their discretion.
Wendy stretched languidly, quickly washed up, and then collapsed onto the large bed.
Suddenly, the surroundings grew quiet, and she felt a tad uncomfortable.
As Wendy lay there with her eyes closed, she abruptly opened them, grabbed her phone, and began tapping on the screen.
No, I must inform my sister-in-law today. I'll forget their discussion if I wait until tomorrow.
Suppressing her exhaustion, Wendy relayed everything in a message and then drifted off to sleep without bothering to lock her
phone.

Back in the country, after receiving Beryl's message, Isaac promptly contacted Ryan, proposing a meeting the next day.
Ryan understood why it wasn't Colton in person, as he was preoccupied with dealing with Kendrick overseas, leaving no time for
him.
Ryan felt relief at this realization; if it had been Colton, his chances would have been slim to none.
Having someone else come was what he desired.
Without inquiring about Isaac's identity, Ryan agreed immediately, confident that this last showdown would surely be his triumph.
The next morning, Ryan invited Isaac to meet at Yael Residence at the agreed time.
As Isaac stood outside, he noticed that the garden had become overgrown with neglect.
Ryan had clearly poured all his energy into the ongoing battle with Colton, yet despite his exhaustive efforts, he had achieved
nothing.
Noticing the door slightly ajar, Isaac gently pushed it open and stepped inside. As he entered, he found Ryan sitting nearby as if
he had been waiting for quite some time.
"Mr. Quill?" Ryan slowly rose from his seat, clutching a sealed file in hand.
"Yes." Isaac's eyes narrowed slightly. He briefly glanced at the file before returning his gaze to Ryan, maintaining a calm
expression.
Ryan scrutinized the man before him, noting that his demeanor bore a striking resemblance to Colton's.
An earlier twinge of unease had prompted him to conduct a quick online search. As expected, none of the individuals Colton sent
were pushovers.

Victory was assured as long as he retained the information in his hand.
"So, what do you want?"
Isaac chose a suitable place to sit down, even wiping off the dust with a look of distaste.
The place appeared slightly rundown, but he aimed to complete the task swiftly, ensuring Colton's peace of mind.
He had made up his mind. He was attracted to Roxanna and planned to pursue her after settling this matter.
"I can assist you within my capabilities, but you must tread carefully," Isaac continued. He had no desire to engage in idle chatter
with the man before him because patience wasn't one of his virtues.