Chapter 190
Isabella stepped out of the bathroom.
Her expression froze instantly.
Lawrence Chamberlain was on his knees.
Nathaniel’s gaze met hers.
He didn’t ask for explanations.
He didn’t demand reasons.
His voice was calm.
“What do you want me to do with him?”
Isabella felt a surge of warmth.
He trusted her completely.
She glanced at the trembling man.
A cold smirk touched her lips.
“That disgusting pervert.”
Her voice was sharp.
“Castrate him.”
A man like him only brought harm.
Nathaniel turned to Dominic.
“You heard her.”
Dominic nodded.
“Understood.”
He dragged Lawrence away.
Lawrence’s screams echoed.
“Mr. Blackwood! Please! Have mercy!”
His voice cracked with fear.
“I admit it! I did it! I’ll never do it again!”
He was sobbing now.
“Someone paid me! They paid me to do it!”
Isabella didn’t care.
Neither did Nathaniel.
It was too late for excuses.
Isabella already knew the truth.
Only three people knew about that night.
Herself. Alexander. Victoria.
Alexander wouldn’t betray her now.
That left only Victoria.
Victoria used her trauma against her.
She set this entire thing up.
All to ruin her reputation.
How pathetic.
Nathaniel studied her.
“Were you investigating something with him?”
Isabella stiffened.
She was digging into the past.
Should she tell Nathaniel?
The thought unsettled her.
They had only been together six months.
Six more months remained on their contract.
She didn’t want his pity.
Or his disgust.
She met his gaze.
Her tone turned sharp.
“That’s my business.”
A warning edged her words.
“You’re not going to invade my privacy, are you?”
Nathaniel sensed her walls.
He respected them.
“Don’t worry.”
His voice softened.
“I’ll respect your boundaries.”
He meant it.
“Tell me whenever you’re ready.”
Isabella relaxed.
Nathaniel kept his promises.
“Thanks for last night.”
She changed the subject.
“I have a shoot.”
She headed for the door.
“See you later.”
Nathaniel watched her leave.
His eyes darkened.
Isabella was always so controlled.
But that look in her eyes…
It was haunted.
Something troubled her deeply.
What was she hiding?
Dominic returned.
“Should I investigate, sir?”
Nathaniel’s face was grim.
He shook his head.
He had given his word.
Instead, he asked another question.
“What about Vivienne Delacroix?”
Dominic sighed.
“Sebastian questioned her last night.”
He delivered the report.
“She admitted to drugging you.”
He paused.
“She was heading upstairs when a fire broke out.”
“Her mother was trapped inside.”
“She rushed back.”
Dominic’s tone was flat.
“I verified the story.”
“It checks out.”
So even Vivienne didn’t know who entered the room.
Nathaniel’s eyes turned stormy.
Downstairs, Isabella entered the dressing room.
A figure stood inside.
Elegant. Poised.
Vivienne Delacroix wore a silk halterneck dress.
Pearlescent fabric hugged her curves.
Her skin glowed.
Long curls cascaded down her back.
She looked like a movie star.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed.
Why was Vivienne here?