Chapter 333

The Special Warfare 919 Spy Camera was a technological marvel no larger than a mosquito's wing.

Its integrated power source allowed it to remain concealed in strategic locations for extended surveillance.

Only elite international intelligence operatives typically had access to this level of sophisticated equipment.

Yet Vivienne Delacroix had somehow acquired one.

Her relentless determination was becoming increasingly alarming.

The camera's microscopic size made detection nearly impossible.

This discovery confirmed Isabella's decision to avoid the Blackwood Estate entirely.

She had no alternative but to redirect her driver. "Dominic, take me to Rosewood Manor instead."

"Right away, Madam Montgomery," Dominic responded, immediately changing their route.

After ending her call with Maxwell, she quickly dialed her son.

Oliver's cheerful voice filled the line. "Mommy! Are you coming home now?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Isabella softened her tone. "Mommy can't come home for a few days. There are some important matters I need to handle. You'll be good for Daddy, won't you?"

Suddenly, Oliver's voice trembled with emotion. "You don't love me anymore? Did I do something wrong?"

The mental image of her distressed son tightened Isabella's chest.

She quickly reassured him. "You've done absolutely nothing wrong, my love. Mommy needs to deal with that unpleasant Aunt Vivienne first. You know how tricky she can be. I need time to prepare properly."

"Oh!" Oliver's mood instantly brightened as if the tears had never fallen. "You should have said that earlier!"

His tone then shifted to surprising maturity. "You must take excellent care of yourself, Mommy. Remember to call Daddy immediately if you need assistance."

Isabella marveled at her son's dramatic shift in demeanor.

The child possessed natural acting talent that shouldn't be wasted.

She maintained her serious tone. "I will, darling. You must behave properly too. Mommy will video call you every day. Don't make me worry, alright?"

"Okay! Kiss goodbye! Mwah!"

Oliver's enthusiastic kissing sound conveyed his sincere affection.

Isabetha hesitated briefly before playing along. "Mwah! Mwah!"

"Yay! Thank you, Mommy!" His joyful excitement was palpable through the phone.

Then suddenly, "Daddy's home! Daddy, it's Mommy! She wants to talk to you!"

Isabella's breath caught in her throat.

She hadn't—

Nathaniel's deep, resonant voice came through. "Yes?"

Even through the telephone, his commanding presence felt overwhelming.

Flustered, Isabella quickly explained. "Vivienne planted a Special Warfare 919 in your home. You should be aware."

"You already know?" Nathaniel sounded genuinely surprised.

He had discovered this information merely thirty seconds earlier.

Yet Isabella had apparently known before him.

She cleared her throat. "Vivienne has been monitoring you closely. With your father's birthday celebration approaching, I won't be returning for several days."

"Understood."

His single-word response carried significant weight.

Isabella expected him to say more, but he remained silent.

The pause stretched uncomfortably between them.

"I'll end the call then, unless there's something else...?"

"Wait." Nathaniel's voice stopped her. After a deliberate pause, he asked, "Did Ms. Montgomery forget something?"

"What do you mean?" Confusion colored her response.

Nathaniel's tone remained even. "What were the last words you spoke to Oliver?"