Chapter 174

Isabella Langley slammed her phone onto the couch.

She stared at the darkened screen, her chest heaving.

Adrian Valentine had hung up on her again.

Ever since Evelyn Roland reappeared, Adrian had grown increasingly distant.

Their marriage, a picture of perfection to outsiders, was crumbling from within.

"Adrian Valentine, don't push me," she hissed through clenched teeth as she stood.

The photos circulating online fueled her rage.

Adrian had publicly held Evelyn's hand.

She strode to the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vintage Bordeaux.

The cork refused to budge. She dialed her driver.

Warren Garten entered still damp from his shower.

His gray robe hung loosely around his waist, revealing a toned chest.

At thirty-five, the man exuded mature magnetism.

Isabella's gaze lingered on him for a beat too long.

"Open this," she ordered, gesturing to the wine.

Warren picked up the corkscrew, his slender fingers working deftly.

"Because of the trending scandal?" His voice was husky.

A shiver ran down her spine.

She hadn't considered the danger of being alone with him this late.

He poured two glasses and handed her one.

"Isabella," he murmured.

She downed the wine in one gulp.

"My father's collection never disappoints." She narrowed her eyes. "Evelyn knows about that incident."

Warren's hands stilled.

He drained his glass, his gaze burning into her.

"Don't worry." He stepped closer, his arm snaking around her waist. "She won't get the chance to talk."

Isabella melted into his embrace.

"Warren," she whispered, venom dripping from her words, "I want Evelyn Roland dead."