Isaac read Mitchelle's messages under the dim light of his cage, and his brows furrowed.
Men with chocolates?
"What are you talking about?" he typed back.
Mitchelle's response came quickly, accompanied by a pitiful emoji. "Well, sir, it isn't really my place to say, but Doctor Rivers seems to admire men who gift her chocolates more than she admires you. Apparently, they know what she wants."
Isaac's fingers paused over the screen, and his expression darkened.
"You allowed a man to give her chocolates?"
The question carried a chill through the phone. Even through text, Mitchelle could feel the weight of it, and she went silent immediately. She wasn't about to get in trouble for not knowing how to keep her mouth shut.
"Craig."
Isaac called, and Craig looked up from his tablet, where he had been analyzing some reports.
"Send a batch of every brand of sweets and chocolates a woman could possibly want to Dilrik as fast as possible."
