"Impressive work."

"Thank you, Mrs. Sterling." A flicker of hope ignited within Isabella.

"These designs not only meet Mr. Sterling's requirements but incorporate fresh concepts as well... They were inspired by your love story with Mr. Sterling, representing ten years of shared commitment. I hoped they'd symbolize more than jewelry—a celebration of your journey together."

For the first time, Charlotte's composure shifted. Her gaze lingered, fingers gently tracing the portfolio cover as if touching a cherished memory. "How... how did you learn about this?"

Isabella offered a modest smile. "Understanding my clients' stories deepens my work. Your history with Mr. Sterling, while private, isn't entirely secret. I conducted some research."

Charlotte studied Isabella more intently, her expression growing complex. The room's atmosphere tightened.

After a prolonged silence, Charlotte exhaled softly, a genuine smile touching her lips. "You're quite clever. And remarkably thoughtful."

Relief flooded Isabella, steadying her racing heart.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Sterling."

"I genuinely adore these designs." Charlotte's expression softened with clear appreciation. "Given your sincerity, I'll overlook the leak."

"Thank you so much!" Isabella nearly leapt up in excitement but quickly restrained herself.

"Regarding my husband..." Charlotte continued. "I'll speak with him. What happens next... remains to be seen."

Charlotte's assurance brought immense relief. The meeting had proceeded smoother than anticipated, lifting the weight from Isabella's shoulders.

"Mrs. Sterling, I won't take more of your time," Isabella said, standing with a respectful nod before exiting the VIP room. Back at the studio, an employee approached immediately, worry etched on her face. "Isabella, how did it go? What did Mr. Sterling say?"

Isabella waved off the concern wearily, sinking into a chair and massaging her temples. "It's resolved. Mrs. Sterling won't pursue it further."

Relief swept through the employees, smiles breaking out. "That's wonderful! Isabella, we knew you could handle it." But the respite was brief.

Before Isabella could fully relax, anxiety coiled in her chest.

"This isn't over yet," she stated gravely, dampening the momentary joy.

"What? Isabella, didn't Mrs. Sterling say she'd drop it?"

"The design leak is settled, but we can't ignore this," Isabella said, rubbing her forehead exhaustedly. "We must find who leaked the designs, or we'll keep facing threats." She stood and moved to the window, deep in thought.

Proper sleep had eluded her for days, leaving her drained. The police had been notified, but leads were scarce.

After a moment's contemplation, she picked up her phone and dialed.

"Hello, it's me. I need to hire you for an investigation."

A calm, deep voice responded, "Miss Scott, proceed."

"It's about the leak of my studio's design drafts."