Chapter 812

No.1

He frowned, his voice tense. "Sebastian, any update on Julian Hawthorne's movements? Are his preparations secure?"

"Julian..." Sebastian sighed heavily. "He's been completely absorbed with his new agency, GoldenPhoenix Entertainment."

"He's been negotiating contracts for new artists all week. It doesn't appear he plans to come today."

Nathaniel's frown deepened. 'So Eric isn't the one assisting her? Perhaps it's Harrison Winslow? But Harrison is preoccupied with other matters.'

Despite Isabella's assurances, a deep unease settled in his gut.

"Prepare all necessary contingencies. Be ready to adapt to any situation immediately!" he ordered sharply.

"Understood!" Sebastian and Oliver responded in unison. Sebastian gave a firm nod.

Oliver's clear, childish voice rang with determination.

As the appointed hour approached, footsteps finally echoed from the end of the passageway.

"She's here! She's here!" a voice shouted loudly.

No.2

Instantly, every head turned toward the sound. All eyes focused on the approaching figure.

Isabella Montgomery approached with a police escort.

Her beige cotton dress appeared deceptively simple. The minimalist design radiated an intellectual elegance reminiscent of classical scholars.

At five-foot-seven, she towered over most spectators even in flat shoes.

Her gaze remained fixed ahead with detached composure. She moved with the unbothered grace of someone strolling through private gardens. Her demeanor showed no trace of impending legal judgment.

The crowd stirred at her arrival. Influencers aimed their phones while reporters snapped photographs.

Microphones thrust toward her as questions erupted.

"Isabella! Explain why you poisoned twelve top models! Was this some petty dispute?"

"Are you aware of the diplomatic implications? As a Diamond Boss and wealthiest woman, why model such terrible behavior?"

"Don't you owe the world an apology? Don't you have anything to say?"

No.3

Isabella ignored them completely. She treated the shouting crowd as insignificant background noise.

The officers flanking her into the courthouse seemed more like personal security. She commanded attention like a celebrity making a red carpet appearance.

Victoria Kensington clenched her fists. Envy burned through her.

She had expected to see Isabella disgraced and broken. Instead, Isabella maintained her arrogant composure. How could someone facing conviction still radiate such superiority?

Business first.

She turned to Atticus Whitmore. "Must we have her sign the equity transfer today?"

Atticus stood beside Victoria, reminded of their objective. "Absolutely."

He stepped forward with documents. "Ms. Montgomery. The Director requires your signature on the equity transfer agreement today. My schedule is tight. Sign it now."

He thrust the paperwork toward her.

The models surged forward with demands.

No.4

"I have appointments later! Return my money immediately!"

"Watching your trial wastes my time! I only care about getting paid!"

"You signed the agreement! No more delays!"

"Apologize and pay us! I want to leave this disgusting place! I can't stand being near a criminal like you!"

They pressed around her like vultures circling carrion. Everyone treated her like contaminated garbage.

Isabella stayed silent. She checked her watch impatiently.

Eight minutes until ten. Couldn't they have arrived earlier?

The crowd grew more aggressive seeing her indifference.

Fans of the eleven models brandished rotten vegetables ready to throw.

One officer raised his voice. "Remain calm everyone! The court hasn't issued any ruling! Be rational!"

No.5

Nearby, Genevieve Beaumont watched from her car with a frown.

Days of court sessions had yielded no conviction due to lack of concrete evidence.

Isabella's assault last night still stung her mouth. She wanted Isabella destroyed completely.

She retrieved her phone and sent an anonymous video to Isadora Vasquez.

This video guaranteed conviction! She would finish Isabella through Isadora's hands!

Isabella Montgomery observed the unfolding chaos beside Victoria Kensington when a new email notification flashed on her screen.

She tapped it open immediately.

The video attachment loaded instantly.

Isabella subtly tugged at Victoria’s sleeve.

Noticing everyone was preoccupied with condemning Isabella, Victoria discreetly glanced at the email.

No.6

Her eyes widened in shock.

Who could have sent this? Who was pulling the strings behind the scenes?

Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who wanted Isabella destroyed.

As long as Isabella faced conviction, the sender’s identity didn’t matter.

Victoria gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

Isadora Vasquez stepped forward. “Everyone, quiet! An anonymous source just sent me a video. They claim it’s definitive proof!”

She raised her phone high, pressing play.

All eyes locked onto the screen. The video showed Isabella Montgomery grabbing the top strawberry from the tower.

It was clearly filmed by a staff member at close range. The quality was far superior to the grainy CCTV footage.

As Isabella reached for the fruit, a fine powder visibly drifted from her palm.

No.7

It dusted the strawberries beneath. The evidence was undeniable.

The crowd erupted.

“This is it! She’s guilty!”

“Isabella Montgomery! Confess! You’re caught red-handed!”

“No more lies! Admit your crime! Apologize to everyone!”