Chapter 714

No.1

Isabella felt a pang of confusion. She could handle a childish Oliver, but a childish Nathaniel? How disappointed Oliver would be when he discovered there was no sister.

Nathaniel’s phone lit up on the table.

[Sebastian: Results from 30 DNA tests are in. Major updates! Get to the company now, Bro. You won’t believe who was in that room!]

Nathaniel frowned. The presidential suite was his private domain. No one accessed it without permission. How could Sebastian claim over 30 DNA profiles were identified from that room? This meant they might finally track down the woman from five years ago.

Finding the truth now… his relationship with Isabella… Nathaniel instinctively glanced at Isabella sharing toast with Oliver—a heartwarming scene. He quickly looked away, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out. Regardless of who it was, he needed closure. He wouldn’t let this jeopardize what he had with Isabella.

Shortly after Nathaniel departed, Isabella received a text from Maxwell.

Maxwell: I’ve confirmed Robert was taken to Westhaven by Takashi Yamamoto. They’re staying in a secluded mountain estate with heavy security. Approaching undetected will be difficult.

Isabella’s brow furrowed. Takashi Yamamoto was not known for his charity. Why would he help Victoria? Clearly, some underhanded deal had been struck.

Another question nagged at her. Why had Victoria remained at Montgomery Manor after securing sixty percent of the family shares? Why was Benjamin still up on that mountain?

A thought occurred to her. Her fingers flew across the screen.

No.2

Isabella: Maintain surveillance. Identify their patterns and vulnerabilities. Do not engage until I give the order.

Maxwell: Understood.

Isabella pocketed her phone, the online headlines flashing through her mind. She turned to Oliver.

“Momo, are you getting bored staying indoors? Would you like to go out with Mommy?”

“Yes! Yes!” Oliver bounced with excitement.

Since Nathaniel and Oliver had moved into her residence, they had avoided public outings. The fear of McKenzie’s photographers kept them confined. The mere prospect of leaving the house thrilled him.

But then…

“Won’t the bad Auntie find us? What if she tells Grandpa and Grandma to take me away?” Oliver’s lower lip trembled.

Isabella ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one will recognize us. Mommy will give you a makeover.”

She led him to her dressing room. Using special child-safe cosmetics, she transformed his features. His large, doe-like eyes were reshaped into a sharper, more angular shape. His full lips were made to appear thinner. Strategic contouring gave his face a less cherubic, more defined look.

No.3

She topped it off with a stylish golden wig and dressed him in a trendy, street-style outfit. The elegant little boy was gone, replaced by a cool, slightly spoiled-looking kid.

Oliver stared at his reflection, clapping his hands in delight. “Wow! I love it! I look like a little superhero! Ready to protect Mommy and my sister!”

Isabella smiled warmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

She then turned her attention to herself. With skillful application, she softened her own striking features, creating a more subdued, ordinary appearance. A simple white dress completed the look of a typical, unassuming stay-at-home mother.

She studied her reflection, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. So, Victoria thought she could just stay, did she? She had clearly pushed her into a corner, but Victoria wasn’t finished. She must have another card to play before she’d finally leave.

Isabella had no intention of giving her the chance to play it. She would ensure Victoria had no opportunity to salvage her reputation in the days to come.

Isabella hailed a taxi with Oliver and headed downtown to Whitmore Plaza. The mall, owned by Whitmore Enterprises, was a bustling hub of restaurants and entertainment—a shopper’s paradise.

Remembering her plan, she bent down to Oliver’s level. “Momo, you need to be extra good today, okay? It will be very crowded. Do not wander off. Wait for my instructions.”

“Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll be good,” Oliver promised, his eyes wide with excitement. His father rarely took him to crowded places, usually arranging for private shopping. This was a thrilling first for him.

Seeing his anticipation, Isabella took him straight to the fifth floor. It was the mall’s main entertainment level, packed with arcade games, children’s play areas, dart boards, and bowling alleys.

No.4

The main attraction, however, was the long rows of gleaming claw machines. They were filled with an array of adorable plush toys—Hello Kitty, Mickey Mouse, and various other cute animals.

Isabella scanned the area. The person she expected to see wasn’t there yet. Her eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed they would have to wait a little longer.

Oliver's eyes sparkled at the sight of the arcade machines.

That spark vanished just as quickly.

He noticed a figure in the distance and immediately tugged Isabella's arm.

"Let's go," he whispered urgently.

Isabella looked down at him. "What's wrong, Christopher?"

"I saw Amelia," he mumbled, his voice low. "Uncle Gregory's daughter. She'll make fun of me if she sees me here. And Daddy... Daddy always said these machines are a waste of time. He never lets me play."

Isabella's expression tightened. Uncle Gregory? She recalled Nathaniel had a younger brother, Gregory Blackwood. Gregory constantly battled Nathaniel for control of the family empire, always losing. To his credit, Gregory was a shrewd businessman. He'd married Sophia Delacroix, an acclaimed actress from an old-money dynasty. The press adored them as the perfect power couple.

Naturally, since Gregory and Nathaniel were rivals, his daughter Amelia would despire Oliver. The entire Blackwood clan, it seemed, looked down on the boy.

No.5

Isabella squeezed his small hand and smoothed his hair. "Christopher, look at you today. Your disguise is perfect. She won't recognize you. And remember, I'm right here. No one gets to bully you. Not on my watch. Now, tell me the truth: do you want to play that claw machine? Do you want to show Amelia Blackwood what you can do?"

He nodded instantly, his earlier fear replaced by determination. "Yes! I really do!"

"Then let's go." She led him firmly toward the arcade.

Inside, Amelia Blackwood was furiously jabbing at a claw machine controls. She'd already wasted a stack of tokens with nothing to show for it. She stamped her foot in frustration.

Just then, a woman and a child entered her line of sight. The woman wore a simple white dress that radiated a quiet grace. The boy... he was dressed like a tiny rockstar, but that wasn't what caught Amelia's eye. He was clutching a gigantic lollipop, bigger than his own head! He happily licked at it as he walked, a picture of pure joy. A whole necklace of other colorful lollipops hung around his neck.

Amelia's mouth watered. Despite her privileged life, her parents enforced strict, perfectionist rules. Sugary treats like this were completely forbidden. The temptation was overwhelming.

"Hey, you!" she called out, her tone imperious. "I want one of those! Give it to me!"

Oliver flinched instinctively. Her voice brought back memories of her constant taunts, her cruel words about his mother, her sheer disdain. But this time felt different. He felt the steady, reassuring warmth of Isabella's hand in his. He looked up, meeting Amelia's gaze with newfound courage.

"No," he stated clearly. "Get your own mommy to buy you one." He then took an exaggerated, satisfying bite of his giant candy, his eyes never leaving hers.

His defiance only infuriated her more. Amelia planted her hands on her hips. "Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my parents are? I'm a princess! You have so many, you have to give me one!"

No.6

"Well, I'm my mommy's prince!" Oliver shot back. "And I won't! Come on, Mommy, let's play!" He pulled Isabella toward an empty machine.

On their way to buy the candy, Oliver had confided in Isabella. He told her how Amelia had mocked him since they could barely walk, how she'd turned other children against him, and the time she'd pushed him into the garden pond.

A cold fire ignited in Isabella's eyes as she stared at the spoiled girl. So you're the one who's been tormenting my son. Your little reign of terror ends today.

Isabella turned away from the pouting girl. She led Oliver to a brightly lit claw machine.

Her fingers moved with practiced precision. The metal claw descended with perfect timing.

It grasped the coveted cat plushie Oliver had been eyeing. With a smooth motion, the prize dropped into the retrieval chute.

The oversized plush was nearly as tall as Oliver himself. He hugged the soft toy with visible delight.

"Mommy's incredible! You're the best mommy ever!" His joyful exclamation echoed through the arcade.

Amelia watched from a distance, her expression souring. She had wasted countless tokens trying to win that exact toy.

This woman achieved it on her first attempt! Pure luck, nothing more.

No.7

Isabetha smiled down at her beaming son. "What else would you like, sweetheart? Point to anything."

Oliver's eyes scanned the glass cases. "That bunny! The fluffy white one with pink ears!"

She tousled his hair affectionately. "Consider it yours."

Amelia rolled her eyes dramatically. Surely this woman couldn't replicate that fluke.

Her jaw dropped when the machine whirred to life again. Another prize tumbled out effortlessly.

Oliver applauded with unrestrained glee. "You did it again! Thank you, Mommy!"

"Wait here, darling." Isabella settled him onto a nearby velvet bench.