Chapter 1987
No.1
"Okay," Victoria agreed.
She glanced back at Eleanor and Richard inside the room.
A strange pang of guilt shot through her heart.
After fleeing Westchester, she might never return.
She remembered their kindness over the years.
Part of her felt bad about leaving them like this.
But then she recalled how they took her shares.
How they favored Isabella over her.
How they looked down on her during her lowest moments.
No.2
Her eyes turned cold again.
They forced her into this position.
If they had treated her better after that video exposure...
If they had cared more about her feelings...
She wouldn't have to take such drastic measures.
Isabella had been nothing but a menace.
Pushing her to the edge, threatening her very existence.
She had no choice but to run.
With these thoughts hardening her resolve, Victoria followed William and Beatrice to their car.
No.3
Meanwhile...
Isabella and Nathaniel sat together in his car.
Nathaniel could still hear her words echoing in his mind.
"So when I find an actual boyfriend, you call it an embarrassment..."
An actual boyfriend...
A slight smirk played on his lips.
Isabella noticed his expression. "You're happy they called you a wild man?"
"I don't mind being your wild man," Nathaniel replied, his voice deep and magnetic.
Isabella choked on her own breath.
No.4
Cough! Cough! What kind of logic was that?
He was a man of reputation and status!
Nathaniel leaned back elegantly against the seat. "What's your next move?"
"First, I'll find the best specialists for Benjamin. Get him the proper diagnosis and treatment."
"As for Victoria... Let things unfold naturally."
With William and Beatrice returning home, Isabella wanted to see how far Victoria's cruelty would go.
The family had spoiled her since childhood.
She couldn't possibly be completely heartless.
If she truly was... Then the Montgomery family would learn the hard way.
No.5
Sometimes, being hurt was the only way to see someone's true colors...
Isabella took out her phone and texted Maxwell.
[Maxwell: Latest update—Victoria booked a flight for 10 tonight. Should we stop her?]
Isabella's eyes narrowed.
That fast? She's rushing to leave tonight?
After a moment's hesitation, she replied.
[No need. Let her run.]
Only Victoria’s abrupt departure made the entire Montgomery family grasp the severity of the situation.
Isabella wanted to witness everyone’s reaction when they finally saw Victoria’s true nature.
No.6
At the Kensington estate.
When Victoria, William, and Beatrice returned, they found the mansion completely ransacked.
Sofas were slashed. Tables were overturned. Expensive decor lay shattered across the marble floors.
Beatrice’s hand flew to her chest. “What in heaven’s name happened here?”
“A break-in? The security code was bypassed. I’m checking the cameras.” William stormed toward the security room.
Victoria and Beatrice hurried after him.
The surveillance footage showed a figure in black keying in the passcode with ease.
The intruder systematically combed through the rooms, pocketing valuable jewelry and artifacts.
Then the person turned directly toward the hidden camera and grinned. “A message from Ms. Montgomery. She said you shouldn’t have crossed her. How dare you speak to her like that! She’s taking all your assets within seventy-two hours. Just wait.”
No.7
William’s face purpled with rage. Beatrice swayed on her feet, grabbing the desk for support.
Isabella! How could she do this? The sheer audacity!
Not only the invasion, but a direct threat to seize everything they owned in three days?
“That vile, ungrateful wretch!” Beatrice shrieked, her voice trembling with fury.
Victoria rushed to her side. “Grandfather! Grandmother! Please, stay calm. Your health is paramount. If something happens to you, Isabella will get everything. You know Benjamin and I are no match for her. We can’t possibly fight her…! Listening to that… she’s clearly plotting something drastic…”
“Preposterous! I’d rather donate my entire fortune to charity than let that witch inherit a single penny! I’m drafting my will this instant! She gets nothing!” William roared, scrambling for a pen and paper.
A glint flashed in Victoria’s eyes. She gently held his arm. “Grandfather, you’re in perfect health. A will is so… final. But Isabella is cunning. I don’t know what she did, but she manipulated Theodore into giving her twenty-five percent of the Montgomery shares. That’s over forty billion!”
“Even if you write a will now, she might find a way to contest it. To seize it all. I suggest a direct transfer. Move all your assets to Mother first. They’ll be safer with her.”
She sounded utterly sincere, every word dripping with concern.