Chapter 1341
No.1
A warning edged her words.
“You’re not going to invade my privacy, are you?”
Nathaniel sensed her walls.
He respected them.
“Don’t worry.”
His voice softened.
“I’ll respect your boundaries.”
He meant it.
“Tell me whenever you’re ready.”
No.2
Isabella relaxed.
Nathaniel kept his promises.
“Thanks for last night.”
She changed the subject.
“I have a shoot.”
She headed for the door.
“See you later.”
Nathaniel watched her leave.
His eyes darkened.
No.3
Isabella was always so controlled.
But that look in her eyes…
It was haunted.
Something troubled her deeply.
What was she hiding?
Dominic returned.
“Should I investigate, sir?”
Nathaniel’s face was grim.
He shook his head.
No.4
He had given his word.
Instead, he asked another question.
“What about Vivienne Delacroix?”
Dominic sighed.
“Sebastian questioned her last night.”
He delivered the report.
“She admitted to drugging you.”
He paused.
“She was heading upstairs when a fire broke out.”
No.5
“Her mother was trapped inside.”
“She rushed back.”
Dominic’s tone was flat.
“I verified the story.”
“It checks out.”
So even Vivienne didn’t know who entered the room.
Nathaniel’s eyes turned stormy.
Downstairs, Isabella entered the dressing room.
A figure stood inside.
No.6
Elegant. Poised.
Vivienne Delacroix wore a silk halterneck dress.
Pearlescent fabric hugged her curves.
Her skin glowed.
Long curls cascaded down her back.
She looked like a movie star.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed.
Why was Vivienne here?
McKenzie spoke to McAmor in a hushed, honeyed tone.
No.7
Isabella couldn't help recalling the rumors linking McKenzie to Nathaniel. A faint unease stirred within her. She quickly suppressed it and approached them.
McKenzie happened to be standing right at Isabella's vanity. Isabella had no choice but to politely say, "Excuse me, ladies."
McAmor glanced over. "Isabella's here, Sister. She's the new face of our collection."
McKenzie didn't even look Isabella's way. She kept her focus on McAmor. "Then it's settled. You must attend our tech awards ceremony in two days." With that, she swept out of the room with an elegant grace, her gaze never once drifting toward Isabella or her surroundings.
The sharp click of her heels echoed through the space. Each tap seemed to resonate deep within the hearts of everyone present. All eyes followed her with pure admiration. McKenzie's aura was overwhelmingly powerful and flawless. From head to toe, she was the picture of perfection. Her skin was as fair and smooth as milk foam, like delicate porcelain crafted by the heavens themselves.
It was Isabella's first time witnessing such innate nobility and grace. McKenzie's prestige was in a league of its own. If one were to compare her to the ever-popular Victoria, McKenzie made Victoria seem cheap and utterly lacking in refinement. If Victoria was a pristine white lotus raised in a sheltered greenhouse, then Isabella was a hardy piranha, weathered by storms and scorching sun.
In that context, McKenzie was a phoenix soaring above the clouds, untouched by earthly dust. Her elegance and nobility were cultivated from a lifetime of privilege, a blessing very few ever experienced.
Isabella took her seat at the vanity, her eyes narrowing slightly. Perhaps only a woman of such perfect elegance could truly be a match for Nathaniel. A woman like that probably didn't even believe in something as trivial as 'love'.
"Isabella, you need to give your absolute best for the main advertisement shoot today," McAmor told her. "My sister has never taken much interest in my work before. But when she heard you were the ambassador, she came to see for herself."