Chapter 1674

No.1

“Then why did you do what you did five years ago if you were going to be this scared now?” Alexander snapped at her.

Five years ago, he had asked Isabella to meet him at The Grand Monarch, all so he could pressure her into asking Senior Theodore for the 15 percent family shares. Everything that happened afterward wasn’t part of his original plan, but he had to adapt.

Because of that mess, Isabella had hated him all these years!

Alexander had never yelled at Victoria before, but he had changed since Isabella returned to Westchester. He was different now…

Even though she was seething, Victoria lowered her head and pleaded for sympathy. “I’m sorry, Alexander. This is all my fault, it really is… Why don’t you just hand me and Vincent over? Send us to jail—maybe then she’ll forgive you…”

“I would have done that a long time ago if I could! Go home and rest. Lay low for the next few days. Don’t contact me.” Alexander took the umbrella from her and walked out into the rain.

Victoria watched him leave, her fists clenched tightly.

Did Alexander just tell her not to contact him? He was already pulling away!

Everyone in the Montgomery family had been giving her the cold shoulder since the failed wedding ceremony between Alexander and Isabella. Now Alexander was joining them!

Hah! What a family! What a bunch of hypocrites! Victoria had become a mere pawn, something everyone could discard!

It was ironic, considering how much they had once adored her.

This couldn’t go on. She had to regain her footing. Isabella would not bully her like this!

Victoria’s hand drifted to her stomach as a plan formed in her mind.

No.2

Soon… everything would unfold.

Her plan would work!

Vincent, who stood beside her, felt the cold aura she emitted and shuddered.

Only then did Victoria realize someone was next to her. She quickly masked her expression. “Any updates on what I asked you to check?” she asked.

Since Isadora had been imprisoned, Vincent was the only person she could trust.

Vincent replied, “I looked into Madam Whitmore. Her favorite thing is a skincare brand called Jules. Their products aren’t available to the public. Only the elite can get them. Wealthy socialites love this brand, but the producer only makes a hundred bottles per year. They go on sale on eBay at random times and sell out instantly. Madam Whitmore missed out this year. She’s very upset about it.”

Victoria frowned. She had heard of this brand; it launched three years ago. Rumor had it a genius developed the formulas in a lab. Coincidentally, Eleanor also adored this skincare line.

Victoria had tried to bid on a bottle for Eleanor to win her favor. She even attempted to buy the entire brand for her. But the seller only appeared on eBay. They never revealed their identity or responded to any messages.

Who would have guessed that Margaret Whitmore was also a devoted fan of the Jules skincare line?

Victoria Kensington’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“One more task,” she said coldly. “Get me the formulas for Jules. I don’t care what it takes.”

If customers were buying the products, all Victoria needed was one authentic Jules item.

She could have it analyzed in a lab, reverse-engineered, and reproduced.

No.3

Rex gave a firm nod. “Understood, Madam.”

After leaving the village, Alexander Whitmore summoned his assistant.

“From today onward, send fresh flowers and breakfast to Isabella Montgomery every morning.

And you are no longer authorized to manage my social media accounts.”

It had been Oliver sending those messages to Isabella all along.

No wonder she thought his efforts were hollow.

Isabella wasn’t the same woman she was five years ago.

She couldn’t be easily deceived anymore.

Alexander knew he had to step up his game.

Somehow, he found himself caring more about winning her back.

His mind was set on a single objective: he must reclaim her heart.

The next morning, the doorbell rang at Isabella’s home.

Nathaniel Blackwood woke instantly.

No.4

Seeing Isabella still asleep, he slipped quietly out of bed.

He descended the stairs and opened the front door.

No one was there—only a elegant box sat on the doorstep.

A purple card rested on top, bearing three words:

[Remorse. Regret. Redemption.]

Inside was a carefully prepared breakfast set.

Nathaniel’s expression darkened. Alexander.

So he was finally making a real effort to pursue Isabella.

His gaze turned icy. “Deliver this to Victoria Kensington,” he instructed the bodyguards waiting in the shadows.

One of them hesitated. “Sir?”

Alexander had sent this for Isabella, but Nathaniel wanted it redirected to Victoria?

They felt Nathaniel’s intense stare and immediately complied, taking the box without another word.

As Nathaniel closed the door, he noticed Oliver Blackwood standing on the staircase, already awake.

No.5

Nathaniel frowned and spoke in a low voice. “This stays between us.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy! I won’t tell Mommy!” Oliver chirped, fully cooperative.

“This is the perfect way to deal with that jerk’s gifts!”

Sending a gift meant for Isabella directly to her rival?

It was downright hilarious.

He could only imagine how furious Victoria would be when she received it.

What would she even do with the breakfast?

And how would Alexander react when he found out?

An idea sparked in Oliver’s mind.

He hurried over to Nathaniel. “Daddy, look! We have to handle this too!”

He held up Isabella’s phone.

Alexander had already sent several messages:

[Isabella, whether you believe me or not, I truly regret everything.]

No.6

[No matter how deeply I hurt you five years ago, I will love you even more fiercely now.]

[Be with me. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.]

[I can help you put Rex Walker behind bars. But not Victoria.]

[I don’t love her anymore. But she grew up with us. She’s your sister, which makes her family to me too. I won’t harm her, but I won’t love her either.]

[Isabella, give me one last chance. No one will ever love you the way I do.]

Nathaniel’s eyes turned cold as he read.

With a few quick taps, he deleted all the unread messages.

Then he installed a stealth program on the device.

From now on, every message from Alexander would be automatically erased—without a trace.

Alexander would never know.

Isabella would never see them.

Oliver bounced with glee. “Daddy, you’re amazing! So clever!”

But Nathaniel’s gaze remained sharp and unsatisfied.

No.7

This was only the beginning.

Nathaniel pulled out his phone and dialed Dominic. “Whitmore Enterprises has been too quiet lately. Shake things up for them.”

“Right away, sir.”

At Whitmore Enterprises.

Alexander lounged in his executive chair, waiting for his phone to buzz. A smug grin was fixed on his face.

Isabella had been obsessed with him for years. She couldn't just fall out of love overnight. With a little effort, she would come crawling back.

Suddenly, Harrison burst into the office, breathless. “It’s a disaster, Mr. Whitmore! Several luxury brands just canceled their contracts. They said they’ll never work with us again!”

“What?” Alexander’s expression darkened instantly.

Whitmore Enterprises’ main revenue came from their high-end shopping plazas. These were playgrounds for the wealthy. If all the luxury brands pulled out, their stock would crash. The company would face ruin.

Harrison added nervously, “From what I’ve gathered, this was Boss Blackwood’s doing.”

Boss Blackwood?

Nathaniel Blackwood?