Chapter 139
Zachary Deross grabbed Adrian Valentine by the collar and dragged him toward the underground parking lot.
A black sedan sped out from a hidden exit.
The waiting reporters missed their target.
Twitter exploded instantly:
#AdrianValentineStabsEvelynForIsabella
The accompanying photo showed Adrian plunging a fruit knife into Evelyn's chest.
Evelyn's pale face was streaked with tears, her shattered gaze heartbreaking.
The hashtag hit 100 million views in minutes.
[Is he insane? Stabbing someone over a slap? Is Adrian above the law?]
[What spell did Isabella cast on him? What's so special about her?]
[Living under a rock? Last year, Valentine Group spent $300 million on a movie for her, with fresh French roses flown in daily.]
[Funny how Julian Roscente's new drama lead got into a sudden car accident, and investors pulled out overnight. Read between the lines.]
[Evelyn got the short end of the stick—raised as Isabella's stand-in, now hunted by the real deal.]
[This drama beats any soap opera!]
[Adrian just turned a CEO romance novel into reality.]
Isabella stared at her phone, fingers trembling.
Clatter.
The device hit the marble floor.
"How could this happen..." She staggered back. "He knew the truth!"
Sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows burned her eyes.
After seven unanswered calls, Isabella suddenly laughed.
Adrian's blade was sharper than she'd anticipated.
If she couldn't shake him off, she might as well wield him.
Smoothing her skirt, she lifted her teacup with practiced grace.
At least she wasn't the one bleeding.
......
The ER light glared crimson.
Zachary punched the wall. "I failed her."
Nathan Aldridge glanced at Adrian's hollow expression and raised his voice deliberately: "Better she sees the trash for what he is. Evelyn deserves better."
Adrian stood statue-still in the corridor.
His eyes locked on the operating room door, as if he could see blood seeping through the crack.
The taste of iron filled his throat.
Her final look had carved into his heart like a razor.