Chapter 1310
No.1
They demanded Isabella immediately confess her crimes.
They insisted she sign compensation agreements.
They required public apologies from her.
Victoria and Isadora drove toward the station together.
Inside the car, Isadora asked with concern, "What did Theodore Montgomery say? Did he agree to expel Isabella from the family?"
"That stubborn old fool," Victoria spat out angrily. "He insists he believes Isabella. He won't even discuss it unless she's proven guilty!"
Isadora offered reassurance. "Don't anger yourself. The outcome is inevitable. It's merely a timing issue."
Their conversation ended as the car arrived.
Dozens of fans and reporters swarmed outside the station.
No.2
Global media outlets covered the unfolding scandal.
A satisfied smile curled Victoria's lips.
Isadora was correct. Victory was assured.
The situation had exploded beyond control.
Current evidence made reversal nearly impossible for Isabella.
Victoria stepped out of the car.
Reporters immediately surrounded her, shoving microphones forward.
"How much compensation are you seeking?"
"What's the Montgomery family's stance on Isabella's poisoning scandal?"
No.3
Victoria had applied makeup to appear exceptionally pale.
She'd subtly reddened her eyes to simulate sleeplessness.
She faced the cameras with a pained expression. "I've stated repeatedly. My sister didn't plant that poison. She isn't that kind of person. She's being framed. Please, let me through. I've hired the best lawyer for her. He'll arrive shortly."
She and Isadora pushed through the crowd together.
Admiring sighs followed them. "All other models are furious, but Victoria alone still believes her. She's too kind-hearted."
"Truly the number one pure-hearted goddess. After all these years, she remains spotless and innocent."
"It's baffling. Both are from the Montgomery family. How did Victoria become so lovely while Isabella turned so wicked?"
Victoria's heart swelled with smug satisfaction at the praise.
Externally, she maintained her mask of concerned kindness.
No.4
After today, Isabella would have no escape from her predicament.
Inside the detention room, all eleven supermodels had gathered.
Their assistants and lawyers crowded the space, creating chaos.
Policemen formed a human barricade to prevent physical altercations.
Nearly thirty people pointed accusing fingers at Isabella.
They shouted demands simultaneously. "You evil poisoner! Apologize to us now! Compensate us for lost work and psychological trauma!"
"Admit your guilt! Stop pretending! We know you did it!"
Isabella sat on the bed, leaning against the wall.
Her eyes remained closed in meditation throughout the commotion.
No.5
Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the noise. "Everyone, please quiet down. I'm Victoria Kensington. Isabella's older sister. I believe she's innocent. Let me speak..."
Isabella's eyes finally opened.
The moment Victoria appeared, the models surged forward like a tidal wave.
“The evidence is overwhelming! How can anyone still defend her?”
“She must pay for our losses! Ten million per model is non-negotiable!”
“As her sister, make her confess! We’ll sue and get her blacklisted industry-wide!”
Their voices merged into a furious chorus. Victoria’s gaze drifted toward Isabella, her lips pressed into a thin, apologetic line.
“My sister has a point,” she said softly. “The evidence is circumstantial. Traces of poison on her fingers could’ve come from accidental contact.”
Eunice scoffed loudly. “Then explain why she didn’t eat the strawberry! Why throw it away?”
No.6
All eyes locked onto Isabella. “Yes! Explain yourself!”
“Why is she the only one with poison residue?”
“Enough talk! She’s just stalling. Let’s sue her now! Boycott all her companies!”
Lawyers were already being summoned, phones pressed to ears as legal threats circulated.
Victoria approached Isabella with feigned concern. “Just compensate them first. We can sort out the truth later.”
“So you endorse extorting ten million from the ‘culprit’?” Isabella’s voice cut through the noise like ice.
Victoria stiffened. The question felt like a trap.
“If you’re responsible,” she said carefully, “compensation is reasonable. These are top models losing millions per day. Ten million is generous.”
Eunice sneered. “Be grateful we’re not demanding more!”
No.7
Isabella scanned the room. “You all agree? Ten million each? No regrets?”
“Just pay up!” they shouted in unison.
“Fine,” Isabella said. “But I can’t access funds while detained. The court ruling is in two days. My lawyer will distribute compensation then.”
“You’re lying!” Eunice spat.
Isabella ignored her. She produced a notepad and scrawled a contract: ‘The agreed compensation is $10 million per model, payable upon court verdict.’
She coated her thumb in crimson lipstick and pressed it firmly onto the paper.
“Your turn,” she said, passing the document around.
“Why do we need to sign?” Eunice protested.