Chapter 267

Isabella Langley slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Warren Garten's chiseled profile. At thirty-five, the man exuded an undeniable mature charm in every movement.

"Mmm." She let out a soft sigh.

"You know I'm in love with Adrian Valentine. We've had this conversation before. I'm exhausted. I want to sleep."

Just mentioning Adrian's name sent a wave of irritation through Isabella.

That man remained an enigma to her.

He treated her exceptionally well, always bringing gifts from his business trips.

Yet despite being physically close, he always felt impossibly distant.

Warren's expression darkened instantly. His love for Isabella was genuine—he'd walk through fire for her.

But if she married someone else, it would destroy him.

"Warren, I suspect Cassandra Valentine was behind today's incident." Isabella's voice turned icy. "Find someone to teach her a lesson."

A ruthless glint flashed in Warren's eyes. "Consider it done. But will you call off the engagement? You know how much I love you."

Isabella lifted his chin with her slender fingers, smiling with mocking allure.

"Warren, if you had Adrian's capabilities, I'd choose you in a heartbeat. But you're just my father's driver and bodyguard. Even if I wanted to, my father would never allow it."

All she craved was his body.

Warren's gaze dimmed. His background couldn't compare to Adrian's.

Without Vincent Langley, he wouldn't even have a respectable job.

But he was already making secret plans. One day, he'd make Isabella marry him willingly.

Ding—

Her phone vibrated abruptly.

Isabella opened the video message and paled instantly.

"How could this..." Her voice trembled.

Warren narrowed his eyes. "We've always been careful. How did they record us?"

A flicker of dark satisfaction stirred in his chest. If Isabella couldn't marry Adrian, she'd have no choice but to stay with him.

Another message popped up:

[Proceed with the engagement, and these videos along with evidence of your hired killers will go viral.]

The phone slipped from Isabella's fingers.

She stood frozen, her fingertips shaking faintly.

"Impossible..." She frantically scanned the room. "Are there hidden cameras?"

Warren's voice was firm. "No. I sweep this place daily with detection equipment. It's completely secure."

"The Chairman also has me conduct regular checks. We would've found any cameras."

He enlarged the video, his gaze lingering on Isabella's alluring figure. The embers of desire flared back to life.