Chapter 387
The message was sent.
Alexander waited for Isabella to beg him not to release those scandalous photos.
Instead, his phone buzzed with a reply from an entirely different number.
[If these images ever surface, Whitmore Enterprises will cease to exist.]
The number was a chilling sequence of eleven identical digits—66666666666.
A custom account. The kind money couldn't buy.
A cold, severe face flashed in Alexander's mind. Him. It had to be Nathaniel.
They were still together. He hadn't left her.
Isabella’s confidence, her audacity… it all made sense now. She had Nathaniel Blackwood backing her. She feared nothing with his power behind her.
A dark, bitter hatred coiled in Alexander’s gut.
She played the victim online while secretly entangled with Nathaniel. What a cunning, calculating woman.
Spoiled. She was utterly, completely spoiled.
He snatched his phone, dialing a number. “Harrison. Southern Cemetery. Genevieve Beaumont’s grave. It’s time to act.”
Genevieve Beaumont. The Montgomery family’s longtime nanny. She raised Isabella from a child. When the world mocked Isabella as the adopted daughter, Genevieve was her sole protector.
Disturb that grave, and Isabella would drop everything. She would rush there immediately. And knowing her connection to Nathaniel now… he would surely go with her.
A cruel smirk twisted Alexander’s lips. Let’s see who calls me a douchebag then, when her affair with Nathaniel Blackwood is exposed for all to see.
And when the powerful Blackwood family discovers their heir is involved with a woman like her? They would never approve. They would despise her.
Nathaniel would have to choose. His family… or her. He would drop her. He had to.
The image of Nathaniel discarding Isabella filled Alexander with grim satisfaction. The thought of her crawling back to him, begging.
He craved it. He wanted to see it happen.
Nearby, Victoria pretended to browse jewelry. She observed Alexander’s every move. She heard his phone call.
Perfect. Alexander was plotting against Isabella. Her days were numbered.
But…
A nagging worry pricked at Victoria. Alexander and his parents still looked down on her. Her shares in the Montgomery empire were pitifully small. They knew she was the true adopted daughter, not Isabella.
Once she married into the Whitmore family, her time to win over the Montgomerys would vanish. Her bonds with Eleanor and Richard would weaken.
What good were such meager shares then?
She needed more. She needed a larger stake before the wedding. With more shares, Alexander and his parents would finally respect her. They would value her.
A sharp glint of malice lit her eyes. She excused herself, heading for the restroom.
Inside a locked stall, she pulled out her phone. She opened her chat with Takashi Yamamoto.
[Mr. Yamamoto, I heard you’ve connected with my brother. Yet I understand you haven’t begun his lessons? Please, let me know if there is anything I can assist with.]
The reply was instant.
[Victoria, my admiration for you remains. Since our encounter in Westhaven, you are all I can think of.]
Victoria’s lip curled in distaste. [Your flattery is noted, Mr. Yamamoto. But I am to be married soon. We can, however, remain… good friends.]