Chapter 403

Isabella's eyes were bloodshot, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Vincent Langley had actually killed Adrian's father.

Margaret Valentine had known her father in their youth.

The most absurd part? Margaret was her biological mother.

These truths carved into her heart like knives.

"Evelyn! This is all your doing!" Isabella shrieked hysterically.

Evelyn gave her a cold glance. "Psycho."

Dizzy, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

The sedative hadn't fully worn off yet.

"Who are you calling a psycho?" Isabella trembled with rage.

Evelyn ignored her.

The former award-winning actress now looked like a disheveled madwoman.

"Accurate description," a mechanized voice suddenly remarked.

Evelyn whipped her head around.

The voice was distorted, impossible to identify as male or female.

"Why kidnap me?" She suppressed her anger.

Being suspended midair made her nauseous.

"To show you a good show," the voice taunted. "Look down."

Evelyn glanced below.

Adrian, Vincent, and Margaret were all there.

Eleanor Langley lay unconscious in Vincent's arms.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't this the cliché trope from soap operas?

Forcing the male lead to choose.

She'd just seen a similar short video days ago.

The male lead always picked his first love.

Evelyn briefly locked eyes with Adrian.

His lips pressed into a thin line—he clearly understood the kidnapper's intention.

"Adrian Valentine, choose one," the mechanical voice demanded coldly. "Whoever you pick, I'll spare."

Evelyn rolled her eyes.

Predictable.

She must have missed crucial plot points while unconscious.

Why was Eleanor unconscious?

Who kidnapped Isabella?

"Boring." Evelyn scoffed. "The whole world knows Adrian loves Isabella. Just throw me into the sea already."

"Hahaha—" The voice erupted into grating laughter.

Evelyn frowned. "Stop laughing. It's awful."

She mocked, "All this just to watch Adrian make a choice? How childish."