Chapter 1721
No.1
Had Alexander broken his old routine after all these years?
Just as doubt began to creep in, she saw them.
A group of serious-looking men in suits emerged from the elevator.
They moved with an air of importance, following one man.
Alexander Whitmore led the pack, listening to reports as he walked.
A faint smile touched Isabella's lips.
Some habits never die.
He still conducted his monthly inspection on the tenth.
Victoria would know this schedule too.
No.2
If Isabella remembered correctly, Victoria would be here today.
Victoria's public image had been carefully rebuilt.
But it was a facade, purchased with money and lies.
Isabella knew the truth.
She was here to shatter that illusion.
Right on cue, a figure in a hat and mask appeared.
Victoria slipped into Alexander's private office.
Isabella knelt down to Oliver's eye level.
"Sweetheart, I need your help with something important."
No.3
Oliver nodded eagerly, his small face serious. "I can do it!"
She whispered her instructions quickly.
He listened intently before marching off with determination.
Isabella watched him go, her eyes narrowing.
The game was finally turning in her favor.
It was time for Victoria to face the consequences.
Alexander returned to his office after the rounds.
He found Victoria waiting for him on the sofa.
She wore an elegant white dress, her hair tied back simply.
No.4
She looked every bit the refined socialite.
He ignored her and walked straight to his desk.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold.
He sat down and began reviewing documents, dismissing her presence.
She noticed his new assistant was not Harrison.
Another clear sign of his distancing.
Victoria remained calm.
She stood and quietly closed the office door.
"Get out," Alexander growled without looking up.
No.5
He was sick of her manipulations.
He never wanted to see her deceitful face again.
Victoria's composure cracked slightly.
Her eyes reddened with unshed tears.
"After ten years, Alexander? This is how you treat me?"
Her voice trembled with feigned hurt. "I've given you everything!"
He finally looked up, his gaze icy.
"Helped me?" He let out a cold, harsh laugh.
"Stop the act, Victoria. I know every single thing you did was for yourself."
No.6
He leaned forward, his words cutting deep.
"You're a nobody with a fabricated past. You clung to the Kensingtons out of desperation."
His eyes bore into her. "You tried to use me in your pathetic schemes against Isabella."
"Did you really think I wouldn't discover the truth?"
“You pretended to help me win Isabella while secretly plotting her death! You never intended for me to actually connect with her!”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t discover your little scheme with Harrison? That you tried to seduce Nathaniel Blackwood?”
Alexander’s voice was ice. Each word cut through the air like a shard of glass.
His expression held no trace of their past warmth. Only cold contempt.
Victoria flinched. Her face drained of color.
No.7
He knew. He knew everything.
A slow, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Fine. No more lies. You’re right. But ask yourself this—who pushed me to this?”
“Why do you get to chase Isabella despite your ruined reputation, while I’m not allowed to find someone else? If you had treated me like you used to, would I have been driven to this?”
“You think I did this for myself? Before I tried to seduce Nathaniel, you were all I wanted! But you? You fell for Isabella long ago! You stopped loving me ages ago!”
Her voice broke with raw pain and fury.
Alexander’s frown deepened. Her words echoed in his mind. ‘You fell for Isabella long ago.’
Was that true?
He adjusted his collar irritably. “If you hate me that much, then get out. I want nothing more to do with you.”
Victoria’s smile turned mocking. Hah! Nothing to do with her? How easily he said that.