Chapter 136

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?"

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.

"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!"

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!