Chapter 332
Alexander Whitmore’s eyes turned to ice as he stared at the photo of Vincent Moreau.
“It’s a clever plan, I’ll admit. But Vincent Moreau was hidden by the family patriarch so thoroughly that no one has found him all these years. How am I supposed to get revenge for her? You’re the one she despises most!”
“I know where Vincent Moreau is. Sebastian Blackwood tried to have him killed once, as if he was covering up some secret. I happened to save him. He’s in Fairview now, working as a butcher.”
Truthfully, Victoria Kensington had intended to kill Vincent Moreau when she found him by the river. But before she could act, the man dropped to his knees and thanked her, calling her his savior. He swore undying loyalty to her, so she let him live.
It turned out to be a wise decision. Over the years, Vincent Moreau carried out every dirty task for Victoria, remaining fiercely loyal.
“If you arrange for me to be with Vincent and let her see that I’ve suffered the same fate, she will surely forgive you and fall for you,” Victoria suggested.
“What? Victoria, have you lost your mind?” Alexander frowned deeply.
Victoria lowered her head, her expression pitiful. “Alexander, it’s nothing… My reputation is already ruined. If this can help you win Isabella… As long as you trust me, my heart will always belong to you. I love you. This is a small price to pay…” Her voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks, feigning terror.
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Alexander took Victoria’s hand and pulled her into his arms. “You’re a fool. How could I ever sacrifice you? You belong only to me!”
His tone was firm and arrogant.
Victoria smiled bitterly to herself. Such bold words—'you belong only to me'—yet he was constantly chasing other women.
Of course, she hid her true thoughts, maintaining a meek and gentle demeanor. “I want to be with you forever too, but I… I also want to see you happy. I want to help you reclaim what you deserve.”
“Don’t worry. The plan is solid, but I have another idea. I’ll find someone to take your place that day,” Alexander reassured her, his voice husky and resolute.
“Alexander…”
Victoria looked up at him, her eyes filled with feigned emotion as if she might burst into tears again.
Her gaze made him feel like he was her entire world, greatly inflating his ego.
He wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Alexander wanted to take her again, but all he could see was Isabella Montgomery’s face.
Stunning Isabella, with those endless legs…
He closed his eyes and imagined the woman on his lap was Isabella.
Being as observant as she was, Victoria sensed Alexander’s distraction. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
Even as they embraced and kissed, his mind was on Isabella. Was he using her as a stand-in for Isabella?
Since when had she, Victoria Kensington, fallen so low?
She wanted Isabella dead… immediately!
Only with Isabella gone could Victoria return to her former life.
Isabella sat in the car as Dominic Sterling drove her to the Blackwood Estate. Hearing her sneeze, Dominic asked, “Is the air conditioning too cold?”
“No, it’s fine,” she replied calmly.
Isabella was certain that witch Victoria was scheming behind her back. She needed to stay vigilant and guarded at all times.
Just then, Maxwell Carter called her with an urgent report. “Boss Montgomery, you can’t return to the Blackwood Estate right now. Vivienne Delacroix got her hands on a Special Warfare 919 spy camera to surveil the estate. We haven’t pinpointed its exact location yet, but we know the general area.”
Special Warfare? How did Vivienne get access to Special Warfare equipment?