Chapter 415
At The Grand Monarch Bar, inside a private room.
The room was completely dark, not a single light on.
Alexander Whitmore sat on the floor.
Empty wine bottles covered the table in front of him.
He drank one after another.
A growing pile of bottles surrounded him.
His eyes were bloodshot.
A cold, distant aura radiated from him.
Each sip of wine brought back memories of a younger Victoria Kensington.
He remembered the first time he saw her at the Montgomery manor.
He told himself she was a fairy tale Snow White.
He wanted to be her Prince.
Back then, he was bitterly paired with the unattractive, coarse Isabella Montgomery.
It was an arrangement between the Whitmores and the Montgomerys.
He despised Isabella but kept silent.
He had no right to object.
Slowly, he and Victoria began a secret relationship.
He always loved and cherished her.
Even after discovering she wasn't a blood-related Montgomery, he never looked down on her.
He worried for her survival within the family.
He taught her to manipulate Isabella and Benjamin.
To slowly steal their shares.
It seemed like he was the instructor.
But revisiting these memories, he realized Victoria did everything herself while pretending reluctance.
He always believed she was kind, pure, and innocent.
He never imagined she could be so calculating!
Thinking of the investigation results, he took another large gulp.
Yes, Victoria was indeed drugged.
But she drugged herself!
She set a meeting with Nathaniel Blackwood.
She wanted to sleep with him but failed.
Isabella sent Alexander a text that day, trying to give him and Victoria a chance.
He sent Harrison Caldwell instead.
If Victoria's plan had succeeded, she would have slept with Nathaniel and dumped him!
He always saw her as Snow White.
The truth was she secretly wanted to sleep with Nathaniel and then discard him!
Another mouthful of wine.
The pile of empty bottles was now a small mountain.
The drunker he got, the clearer his thoughts became.
Isabella's face slowly surfaced in his mind.
Free from Victoria's manipulation for 18 years, she would have been just as incredible.
Isabella never did anything wrong.
Even the incident five years ago was set up by Victoria.
If... If he could turn back time, he would gladly accept the marriage arrangement with Isabella.
He would support her.
Work hard with her.
They would have been happily in love.
An indisputable power couple.
Most importantly, Isabella would never betray him.
Never!
Isabella followed him everywhere since they were children.
Her eyes sparkled every time she saw him.
He made a mistake.
He picked the wrong girl from the very beginning.
He swung his arm violently.
The glass bottle shattered instantly.
Pieces of broken glass scattered everywhere.
A sharp cut on his palm.
The pain jolted him back to reality.
Thinking of Isabella, he clenched his fists.
His eyes darkened.
At Rosewood Manor, Isabella was sitting on the sofa using her phone.
Maxwell Carter. [Boss Montgomery, should we expose your true identity now? Along with the DNA results? I think it's time.]
Isabella. [Not yet. Soon. Wait two more days. Keep a very close eye on Victoria in the meantime.]
Maxwell. [Alright.]
She was about to put her phone down when a call came in.
An unknown number.
She answered.
"Hello, Ms. Montgomery, this is The Grand Monarch Bar. A man named Sebastian Blackwood wishes to speak with you. He says he has important information for you."
Sebastian Blackwood?
Important information?
Isabella's eyes lit up.
Was Sebastian finally emerging now that Victoria was ruined?
"Okay. I'll be there soon," she replied.
She put her phone away.
She saw Nathaniel and Oliver preparing dinner in the kitchen.