Chapter 407
No.1
She crashed into a nearby hedge, tearing her skirt.
Alexander rushed to her side immediately.
He helped her to her feet.
"What was that for, Isabella?!"
"She asked me to hit her. I simply obliged."
Isabella's voice was icy and detached.
Victoria touched her swollen cheek gently.
She clung to Alexander's arm.
"Don't worry, Alexander... I actually feel better now. I don't blame her."
She looked toward Isabella with pleading eyes.
No.2
"Sister, I made a terrible mistake this time. But I promise it won't happen again."
"I'm leaving the entertainment industry. All my resources and connections will be yours..."
"Do I look like I need them?"
Isabella brushed past her without a second glance.
Her shoulder bumped Victoria's forcefully.
She walked away without looking back.
Alexander caught Victoria as she stumbled again.
His eyes followed Isabella's retreating figure.
She wore a white suit that accentuated her striking beauty.
Her lips were their usual fiery red.
No.3
This version of Isabella was new to him.
He realized only a woman like her deserved to stand by his side.
Her resources could secure his status.
Her demeanor ignited a fierce desire within him.
He wanted to claim her, to make her his.
Victoria seethed with silent rage.
She saw the raw desire in Alexander's eyes.
Isabella had destroyed her career and now stole his heart.
How could she be so vicious?
But with Alexander present, Victoria had to maintain her facade.
No.4
She sobbed pitifully into his chest.
"It's all my fault, Alexander! I'm so sorry... I ruined everything..."
Her crying snapped Alexander out of his trance.
He looked down at the useless woman in his arms.
Annoyance flashed across his face.
"Stop crying. Just fix your mistake. Let's go."
He turned and walked into the café.
Victoria froze in shock.
He didn't comfort her. He told her to make it up to him.
Even he thought this was entirely her fault?
No.5
Rage burned through her veins.
She forced herself to remain calm.
She followed him into a private room.
"Alexander, I promised to gain Isabella's approval. I will see it through."
"Look what I prepared for you."
She handed him a folder.
Alexander took it and read the title.
Vincent Moreau. Blackthorn Syndicate.
He frowned. "What is this?"
"Isabella has been tracking the Blackthorn Syndicate. She wants to find Vincent Moreau to prove I set her up."
No.6
"This is the only evidence that can prove my involvement."
Victoria looked at him meaningfully.
"Won't she be touched if you help her find this man and deliver justice for her?"
Alexander Whitmore’s eyes turned to ice as he stared at the photo of Vincent Moreau.
“It’s a clever plan, I’ll admit. But Vincent Moreau was hidden by the family patriarch so thoroughly that no one has found him all these years. How am I supposed to get revenge for her? You’re the one she despises most!”
“I know where Vincent Moreau is. Sebastian Blackwood tried to have him killed once, as if he was covering up some secret. I happened to save him. He’s in Fairview now, working as a butcher.”
Truthfully, Victoria Kensington had intended to kill Vincent Moreau when she found him by the river. But before she could act, the man dropped to his knees and thanked her, calling her his savior. He swore undying loyalty to her, so she let him live.
It turned out to be a wise decision. Over the years, Vincent Moreau carried out every dirty task for Victoria, remaining fiercely loyal.
“If you arrange for me to be with Vincent and let her see that I’ve suffered the same fate, she will surely forgive you and fall for you,” Victoria suggested.
“What? Victoria, have you lost your mind?” Alexander frowned deeply.
No.7
Victoria lowered her head, her expression pitiful. “Alexander, it’s nothing… My reputation is already ruined. If this can help you win Isabella… As long as you trust me, my heart will always belong to you. I love you. This is a small price to pay…” Her voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks, feigning terror.
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Alexander took Victoria’s hand and pulled her into his arms. “You’re a fool. How could I ever sacrifice you? You belong only to me!”
His tone was firm and arrogant.
Victoria smiled bitterly to herself. Such bold words—'you belong only to me'—yet he was constantly chasing other women.