Chapter 397

Adrian's fingers went slack. His phone slipped onto the couch.

A bone-chilling cold seeped through his body as if he'd plunged into an ice cellar.

Grandmother had known the truth all along?

She'd simply set a trap, letting him uncover it himself.

Christian's incident, Isabella's rescue—were they all part of a scheme orchestrated by Margaret and Vincent?

Adrian's chest constricted with sudden suffocation.

The phone rang again. An unknown number.

"Hello?" He answered instantly.

"Adrian Valentine. Want to save Isabella? Bring your mother. Hudson Docks. One hour, or I send her to the afterlife."

Adrian's pupils contracted. "What does Isabella have to do with my mother?"

"Save your breath. No show in an hour means a corpse delivery."

"Harm one hair on her head, and I'll make you beg for death."

"Such passion? Wait till you see the real surprise."

The line went dead.

Adrian turned to Victor. "Fetch Margaret."

He dialed his mother's number, instructing her to wait without mentioning Isabella.

Margaret stood outside the corporate building, lips curling in triumph.

Her rebellious son was finally crawling back to apologize.

The wolf cub she'd raised would never escape her grasp.

If not for his business genius, she'd have—

Venom flashed in her eyes.

Who had taken Isabella?

As she pondered, Vincent and Eleanor appeared.

Margaret's expression darkened.

Their daughter was kidnapped, yet they wandered about leisurely?

Eleanor's eyes were red-rimmed. "Where's Adrian? Is he abandoning Isabella?"

Vincent studied Margaret.

He'd suspected his wife arranged the kidnapping, but her distress seemed genuine.

With the Academy Awards approaching, they couldn't afford to lose this pawn.

Margaret sneered. "You failed to guard your daughter, yet blame me?"

Her gaze burned at the sight of the couple standing side by side.

How dare these traitors show their faces?