Chapter 75
The man walking toward her was Harrison Caldwell, Alexander Whitmore's personal assistant. It seemed Alexander was determined to marry Isabella Montgomery.
‘Once Isabella is married… A married woman can’t possibly continue modeling. Especially if she gets pregnant…’ Victoria Kensington smiled to herself, her mood instantly lifting.
“Are those flowers for Isabella? You should treat her well,” Victoria said sweetly.
“Yes, Miss Kensington.” Harrison bowed his head, though confusion swirled inside him. Wasn’t Chairman Alexander supposed to be dating Victoria? Why was he suddenly pursuing Isabella? And why did Victoria seem supportive instead of jealous?
He knew better than to question his superiors. His only task was to deliver the bouquet.
Nearby, a sleek black luxury car idled at the curb. Nathaniel Blackwood sat in the backseat, holding ninety-nine rare angel’s trumpets. A small card rested atop the blossoms: [Your beauty eclipses them all.]
“Do you think she’ll like these?” Nathaniel asked, his voice tense. “Flowers are a safe choice, right?”
Sebastian Blackwood nodded confidently. “Absolutely. Women adore flowers. These angel’s trumpets perfectly match her elegance and status. If she displays them at home, she’ll think of you every time she sees them. Far better than those desserts she devoured without a second thought.”
Nathaniel’s expression darkened. He remembered the elaborate pastries he had crafted for her. Her only response had been a terse, “Stop sending these.” It was the first time a woman had outright rejected his advances. Perhaps flowers would work better.
Just then, Isabella emerged from the building. Nathaniel adjusted his tie, ready to step out with the magnificent bouquet. Oliver Blackwood, sitting beside him, pumped his fist. “Good luck, Dad!”
Nathaniel gave a curt nod. But as he moved to exit the vehicle, he saw another man—Harrison—approach her first, presenting a lavish arrangement of roses.
“Miss Montgomery, these are from Chairman Alexander Whitmore. Imported French roses. He personally selected each and every bloom.”
Harrison deliberately emphasized that Alexander had chosen the flowers himself, his tone dripping with condescension. He knew Isabella had once desperately craved Alexander’s attention. Surely she would be overjoyed to finally receive his affection.
So what if she was the infamous Diamond Boss? She just got lucky. Underneath it all, she was still that uncultured, worthless woman who relied on men.
He expected a gushing, grateful response.
Instead, Isabella scoffed. “Alexander picked out these generic flowers himself? His taste is truly appalling.”
She brushed past him, her shoulder knocking against his. Harrison stood frozen in shock. Did she just insult Alexander’s taste? Hadn’t she pined for him for years? Hadn’t she dreamed of this moment?
Victoria watched the scene unfold, equally stunned. Isabella didn’t care anymore? After fifteen years of obsessive love and relentless pursuit, she had just… moved on? Just like that?
Nathaniel halted, his hand on the car door. He looked down at the exquisite flowers in his grasp.
‘Generic flowers?’ ‘Appalling taste?’
He threw the bouquet into a nearby trash bin and shot a sharp, disapproving glare at Sebastian.
Sebastian offered a weak, apologetic smile. “Well… I suppose our sister-in-law has rather unique preferences?”
Meanwhile, Harrison remembered his chairman’s strict orders. Swallowing his pride, he hurried after Isabella. “Miss Montgomery, please accept these as a token of the chairman’s genuine affection. If you have any issues, please discuss them with him directly. Don’t put me in such a difficult position…”
Isabella stopped and turned, a look of pure ridicule on her face.
“What? Do you need me to sign a receipt for them too?”