Chapter 1275
No.1
Wow!
So Isabella was Harrison’s boss all along? She was the director of the Winslow Diamond Empire?!
How was that possible?
[Prince Winslow, are you mistaken? Isabella is just an adopted daughter. How could she be that wealthy?]
[The Winslow Diamond Empire has been in your family for generations. Over a hundred years, right? How could the director be an outsider?]
[You’re just making this up to protect Isabella!]
Harrison was bombarded with countless questions on the live streams. No one believed what he had just said. The comments flooded in so fast that most of the influencers’ phones crashed.
Even the Blackwoods were utterly shocked. They were prepared to intervene, but the event had taken a completely unexpected turn.
First, Sophia was publicly shamed by the video footage. Now, Harrison claimed Isabella was his boss?
No.2
Warily, Sebastian glanced at Nathaniel. “Brother, how much of that do you think is true?”
Nathaniel stared at the screen, recalling Isabella’s proud, defiant face. After a moment, he replied with certainty, “One hundred percent.”
As expected, facing the doubts and questions, Harrison declared firmly, “I, Prince Harrison Winslow, have never lied in my life. In fact, I have proof. Here is a photo from five years ago, taken at the dinner celebrating Isabella’s purchase of shares in the Winslow Diamond Empire.”
At Harrison’s signal, a series of photos appeared on the screen: the Winslow Diamond Empire’s share distribution chart, a photo of Isabella in a board meeting, and the full image of Harrison presenting the diamond ring to Isabella.
This was the complete, unedited version of the photo Sophia had found earlier. In this image, Harrison stood at the front, handing a pigeon egg-sized diamond ring to Isabella. Princess Arabella stood behind him, holding the share certificate. They were actually lined up to present the diamond and certificate to Isabella, but the photo Sophia found only captured a partial view.
The crowd was so shocked they forgot to take pictures, staring blankly at the screen.
It was true. Isabella was the director of the Winslow Diamond Empire. She was Diamond Prince Harrison’s boss!
Prince Harrison, the handsome and wealthy prince, was merely Isabella’s employee!
This was unbelievable! What shocking news!
No.3
Only one influencer’s phone was still streaming, but after the last photo was shown, her phone crashed like all the others…
The entire audience sat in stunned silence.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Isabella Montgomery watched the scene unfold with cold detachment.
Sophia Kensington stumbled backward, her face pale with shock.
How was this possible?
Isabella was supposed to be nothing but an adopted orphan! How could she be the director of the Gray Diamond Empire?!
It made no sense!
Sophia lunged toward Harrison Winslow in a blind rage. She grabbed his arm desperately. "I don't believe you! There's no way she's your boss! This has to be some kind of trick! Even if she didn't sleep with you, she must have seduced your father! Is that it? Is she your stepmother now? Did your father give her all his shares?"
No.4
"Enough!" Harrison shoved her away violently, his blue eyes flashing with icy contempt. "First you slander me, now you dare insult my elderly father? You want to know how Isabella became my director? I'll tell you exactly how—it's all because of you!"
He stepped closer, his voice cutting through the silent room. "Five years ago, when Isabella was exiled to Africa, you paid her maid to lead her to a cliff and push her off. But instead of dying, she discovered something incredible at the bottom—a massive diamond mine containing over three billion tons of diamonds!"
"The owner was a drunkard who had no idea what his land was worth. Isabella managed to gather five hundred thousand dollars and bought the entire mine from him. Do I need to explain what happened after that?"
What followed was a bidding war unlike any other. Everyone wanted the mine Isabella now owned. Offers poured in, but she refused them all. Meanwhile, the Gray Diamond Empire faced total collapse. Their own mines were depleted after a century of operation. Bankruptcy loomed. They couldn't even compete for the new mine—they had nothing left.
Then Isabella appeared like a miracle. She offered to save the Empire on one condition: sixty percent of the company's shares.
Faced with certain ruin or keeping forty percent, the Empire chose survival. The transfer papers were signed immediately.
Sophia didn't hear any of this. Harrison's first words echoed in her mind like a curse.
'It's all because of you...'
'All because of you...'
No.5
'All because of you...'
The words hammered against her skull. Rage, hatred, and bitter jealousy threatened to split her head open.
She had been the one to send Isabella to that cliff. She had unknowingly handed Isabella everything! This was all her own doing!
A scream caught in her throat.
Penelope Sinclair saw her daughter swaying on stage and rushed forward with security. They hurried Sophia away before she completely collapsed.
The press conference ended abruptly.
At the Blackwood Estate, Nathaniel Blackwood still watched the screen intently. "What's Isabella's current net worth?" he asked calmly.
Sebastian Blackwood pulled up a financial program, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "At least thirty billion dollars," he announced moments later.
A slight smile touched Nathaniel's lips. Impressive.
No.6
Thirty billion would easily place her on Forbes' Rich List. This woman never ceased to amaze him.
Within an hour, Twitter exploded with trending topics:
#Boss-Isabella
#Sophia-seduced-DiamondPrince
#Sophia-tried-to-kill-Isabella
#Isabella-owns-the-GrayDiamondEmpire
#Youtube-crashed
Isabella Montgomery had transformed from a nobody into the most searched diamond magnate—the woman who owned a mine with three billion tons of diamonds.
Countless tweets flooded the platform.
No.7
[I was completely wrong about you. I sincerely apologize!]
(Isabella Montgomery, are you by any chance in need of a sister? I volunteer!)
(I could be your stepmother, just saying.)
[Forget being family. I'll carry your bags anywhere. No salary needed. Just throw me a diamond you don’t want.]
Isabella lounged lazily on her sofa, utterly unbothered. She scanned the financial section of the newspaper. A large bottle of Coke sat on the coffee table before her, a long straw reaching her lips.
“Your Twitter is blowing up. They’re all begging for a response,” Julian Hawthorne noted. “Thinking of posting anything?”
“Twitter? Right, that.” Isabella took a long sip. She picked up her phone and typed a quick tweet.
Curious, Julian checked her profile. His expression instantly froze. A single line of text sat starkly on her page: –(Alexander Whitmore, have you eaten sh*t yet?)
‘Have you eaten sh*t yet...’