Yvonne’s POV

We climbed up the floors through the special elevator to the display floors where we had over tens of thousands of elite luxury fashion styles. I walked Isabelle to the women's section.

“What do you want, my princess?”

I looked beside me upon getting no sudden response to seeing her gazing at me with a sweet smile. Then she extended her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You look so pretty, no wonder you're lucky to get such a handsome man.”

Her words got my thoughts sailing back to her telling who he was. “So he's a billionaire CEO just like me?” But with...