Chapter 309

Even though Renee and Bianca had an extremely close relationship, Isabella still felt that Renee and Bianca were not the same kind of people.

Renee paused her actions for a moment and quickly responded.

"Ms. Taylor, rest assured, my professional skills do not allow me to make such mistakes. Both you and the baby are safe."

Receiving the desired response, Isabella smiled slightly, "Ms. Faith, since you've said so, I trust you 100%."

"Then please close your eyes, Ms. Taylor. I need to start the cleaning preparations."

Renee smiled.

Everything between the two was understood without words.

The skincare session lasted about half an hour. When Isabella got up, the skin on her face was no longer tight.

Even her scalp felt relaxed, thanks to Renee's massage.

Isabella put on her coat and shoes, washed her hands in the sink, and was about to grab a paper towel when Renee stopped her.

"Wait a moment."

Renee took a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to her, "Use this. Pregnant women should be more careful."

Isabella was momentarily stunned but didn't think much of it, just considering it a thoughtful gesture from Renee.

As she was about to leave, she noticed that Renee, who had been fine just a moment ago, was now clearly distracted.

She didn't even respond to her goodbye.

"Ms. Faith, what's wrong?"

Isabella asked with concern. With Renee's professional demeanor, it was impossible for her to make such a mistake before the client had left.

"Nothing."

Renee quickly replied but then bit her lip and looked at her seriously.

"Ms. Taylor, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

Renee took a deep breath, as if making a big decision, "If you had to harm an innocent person, what would you choose?"

Isabella raised an eyebrow, "It depends on."

She had a feeling that Renee was seeking her help.

"If she doesn't harm this person, then someone will harm her family, and she has no way to fight back," Renee said.

Her tone was heavy, not like she was joking.

Isabella frowned. She hadn't expected Renee to be carrying such a heavy burden. No wonder she had hidden her identity for so long.

"If it were me, I would find a way to stay away from those who would harm my family. Different pursuits mean we can't work together. It's best to cut losses before getting too deep."

"Of course, this is just my suggestion. I hope it helps."

Isabella could tell that Renee was wavering, but when it came to her family, the final decision had to be hers.

Moreover, their positions were different, and she could only say so much.

The rest was up to Renee.

"Thank you, Ms. Taylor. I won't see you out."

There were many spies outside, and their conversation could only be held here. Once outside, they would be just a client and a beautician.

"Alright, and thank you for the handkerchief. It's beautiful."

Renee smiled meaningfully, "Consider it a small gift for you, Ms. Taylor. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, I like it very much."

Isabella sat back in the car, thinking about what Renee had just said.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the blue handkerchief in her hand.

Renee said it was a "gift." Could it have some other meaning?

Isabella picked it up and examined it carefully. Apart from a delicate flower pattern in the upper left corner, there was nothing special about it.

She rubbed the fabric of the handkerchief. It was cotton, with no unusual features.

Isabella shook her head, thinking she was overthinking it, and held the handkerchief in her hand, instructing the bodyguard to drive away.

Shortly after the car left, in the director's office on the second floor, Renee sent a message to Aaron: [Are you near the beauty salon?]

Aaron had rushed over when he learned Isabella was going to Glamour Oasis, without even reporting to Michael.

But if he went to Isabella now, she would definitely notice.

And he believed Renee wouldn't do anything dangerous to Isabella, so he hid in a concealed spot outside.

Just as he was about to follow Isabella's car, he received a message from Renee.

Aaron was thrilled.

Not only was he impressed by her intelligence, but also by their mutual understanding. How did she know he was thinking of her?

Just as he was about to reply, Renee sent a second message.

Renee: [Do you remember what my favorite flower is?]

How could Aaron not know?

He immediately replied: [Lily of the Valley.]

Her office always had a few pots of Lily of the Valley.

He had looked it up online. Lily of the Valley was difficult to care for, requiring patience and skill, but every time he visited her office, the flowers were well taken care of.

She wouldn't even let anyone else water them.

He thought his answer would earn him some praise from Renee, but she went silent.

Aaron couldn't figure it out, so he had his subordinate drive and follow Isabella, ensuring she returned to the Whispering Pines Estates safely.

However, just as Aaron put his phone away, the car suddenly braked, almost causing him to hit the front seat.

He was furious, "What's wrong with you? I told you to follow Mrs. Brown. Why did you brake?"

The subordinate quickly explained, "Mr. Hill, Mrs. Brown changed her route. She's not heading back to the Whispering Pines Estates. Do you think she noticed us?"

Before he could finish, Aaron saw Isabella's car parked by the roadside, as if waiting for him to confess his guilt.

Aaron sighed, knowing he had been caught, and got out of the car.

He awkwardly called out to the car window, "Mrs. Brown."

There was no choice. He had been careless and got caught following Isabella.

The window of Isabella's car slowly rolled down, and she wasn't surprised to see Aaron's face. She knew Michael too well.

With his child in her belly, there was no way he would let her make any mistakes.

However, he seemed to forget that she didn't like being watched.

"Mr. Hill, you're quite versatile. Why not switch to the Wilson Group? I'll double your salary. How about that?"

Isabella looked at him with a meaningful gaze, her eyes so scrutinizing that he couldn't meet them.

Aaron broke into a cold sweat, "Mrs. Brown, please don't joke with me. I'm just an employee. I follow Mr. Brown's orders."

He was sure that if he joined the Wilson Group, Michael would hunt him down immediately!

One was Michael, and the other was Michael's wife, Isabella.

He couldn't afford to offend either of them.

"Really? Then tell Michael that I know my way home. I don't need you to follow me. Got it, Mr. Hill?"

"Got it!"

Aaron nodded seriously, but his mind was racing, thinking of how to contact Michael during this time.

At that moment, he was suddenly drawn to the light blue handkerchief in Isabella's hand.