ISABELLA'S POV~

　　I pulled my chair closer, refusing to back down. I cleared my throat and asked again, "Can I get a list of the competition participants?" I asked, believing he hadn't heard me the last time.

　　Without looking at me, he dismissed me again, "No."

　　But I didn't give up. I reached out and took the phone from his hand, and he stared at me in shock, his eyes wide open.

　　"What's the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice rising in ...