Chapter 393

Sebastian Orlando noticed Evelyn Roland's distracted gaze, his lips curving into a mysterious smile. "Evelyn, what's on your mind?"

She blinked back to reality, her eyes crinkling with warmth. "Sebastian, I was just thinking about what to buy while shopping later."

Truthfully, she lacked nothing. Sterling Manor had exclusive designers crafting custom outfits for her, with each season's collection handled by top-tier fashion houses.

Occasionally, she designed a few pieces herself—each one a unique masterpiece.

"I know you have everything." Sebastian's gaze softened with affection. "Now that the herb issue is resolved, what's next?"

This brilliant girl mastered everything with astonishing speed. But only he knew the relentless effort behind her achievements.

He felt unworthy in comparison.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere." He took her hand, leading her toward the parking lot.

Evelyn scrolled through her phone. The news of Isabella Langley's kidnapping had already topped the trending list.

Comments flooded in:

～Our goddess must be safe! Mr. Valentine, go save her!

～Who dares lay a finger on our Isabella? What are the police doing?

～Oh my god! She just got nominated for Best Actress! "Phoenix Feather" made her a star overnight!

Fans eagerly anticipated a heroic rescue.

Evelyn smirked. How disappointed would they be when Isabella's true colors were exposed?

Just outside the company gates, they spotted Margaret Valentine blocking Adrian Valentine's path.

"Adrian! Isabella is your fiancée—you must save her!" Margaret's voice trembled with hysteria.

The moment she learned of her daughter's abduction, panic consumed her. The paternity test arrived that morning, and now this—it had to be the same culprit.

But she couldn't reveal the truth to Adrian. Isabella had to marry into the Valentine family!

Adrian's gaze turned glacial. "When Cassandra was kidnapped, you didn't seem nearly as concerned."

His own sister's peril had barely registered with Margaret. Yet now, she was frantic over an adopted daughter.

Margaret faltered, then snapped, "This is different! Isabella is your future wife! The whole world is watching!"

"The kidnappers haven't contacted me." His voice was arctic. "How exactly should I rescue her?"

Margaret's composure shattered. "Adrian Valentine! Don't forget how your father died! You're the murderer! Now you want Isabella dead too?"

"Why couldn't it have been you? These years have been hell! Finally, I have a perfect daughter-in-law, and you're determined to ruin it!"

Adrian's knuckles whitened.

He stared at her, his voice deadly quiet. "Did I really kill my father?"