Chapter 258

“Strike me or scream at me all you want, Ms. Kensington. I’ll contact Mr. Whitmore immediately. I accept full responsibility.”

Oliver retrieved his phone with trembling hands.

Victoria snatched it and smashed it against the wall. Her eyes burned with fury. “Why tell him? Haven’t you humiliated me enough? Do you want Alexander to discard me?”

“That… wasn’t my intention.” Harrison looked utterly bewildered.

Rage consumed Victoria as she stared at his pathetic expression. She forced herself to breathe deeply. The damage was done. She needed containment. Silence was essential. Her mind raced. “No one hears about today. Act like it never occurred. Understood?”

“But—”

“But what? If I’m not making it an issue, why are you? Do you aspire to marry me?” She hurled his clothes at him.

Harrison shook his head frantically. “No! I wouldn’t dare. I’m leaving now!” He scrambled to gather his garments.

Victoria’s glare was icy. “If a single word leaks, I’ll charge you with rape. Your family will suffer. Is that clear?”

“Yes! Absolutely, Ms. Kensington. Nothing happened today!” he vowed, trembling.

She dismissed him with a wave. Hatred simmered in her veins as she watched him flee. She, Victoria Kensington, slept with a mere assistant! The disgrace was unbearable.

Thankfully, The Ivy was automated. Robots handled everything. No human staff. She just needed to destroy the hidden camera she’d planted. No evidence would remain.

But why did Nathaniel abandon her?

She checked her phone. Messages from her new assistant, Penelope, flooded the screen.

[Ms. Victoria, emergency! Mr. Blackwood left abruptly! He entered the parking lot but drove off moments later!]

[I investigated. Isabella Montgomery called him. She demanded he return home immediately.]

[What’s the next step? Should we proceed with the alternate plan?]

[Ms. Victoria?]

Victoria’s fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. Isabella! That witch again!

Was this a deliberate trap? If Isabella discovered what transpired here, Victoria’s life would be over. Panic surged. She quickly messaged her hacker, Maxwell.

[Erase all my footage from The Ivy. Investigate if Isabella has any records related to this incident.]

[Acknowledged.]

Maxwell was a renowned hacker. His skills were impeccable. Some tension eased from her shoulders, but hatred festered. If this was Isabella’s doing, revenge would be swift and brutal.

Later that night, at the Blackwood Estate…

Oliver tugged on Isabella’s hand. “Mommy, let’s wear matching pajamas tonight! Christopher wants to match with both of you!”

Isabella smiled gently. “Alright, sweetheart. But I didn’t buy any today. I’ll get us some tomorrow, okay?” She ruffled his soft hair.

Oliver grinned mischievously. “No need! I was bored today and bought a set for us! Ta-da!” He produced three identical pajama sets from behind his back like a magician.

Isabella’s smile faltered. A slight frown creased her forehead as she examined the clothing. The pajamas…