Chapter 407

"Inform the Lefèvre family that Evelyn Roland was responsible for Christian Lefèvre's death. Adrian Valentine wants to protect her? Wishful thinking."

Isabella Langley finally pieced everything together.

Adrian had likely known her father was the murderer all along. Getting close to her was just a ploy to extract the truth.

Their two years of so-called marital bliss had been nothing but a performance for outsiders.

He had never truly touched her.

The way Adrian had looked at Evelyn earlier—that unmistakable affection still lingering in his eyes—made Isabella realize she had been a complete fool.

Adrian had used her from the very beginning.

Her fists clenched, nails digging deep into her palms.

She wouldn’t let any of them get away with this.

Meanwhile.

Vincent Langley received a call—Dominic Lombardi had been arrested for sexually assaulting one of their artists.

Remembering the evidence Dominic held, Vincent's face darkened. He glared at Adrian, who lounged across from him with infuriating calm. "You did this?"

Adrian smirked, then turned to leave with Victor Ashcroft in tow.

His bodyguards released Vincent's men.

At the docks, Adrian watched from a distance as Sebastian Orlando carried Evelyn ashore.

The two collapsed onto the muddy beach, utterly exhausted.

Adrian stood frozen, his knuckles turning white.

"Sir, now is the perfect time to strike back," Victor murmured.

Adrian didn’t move.

The bitter wind howled around them.

Minutes later, a black car screeched to a halt.

Sebastian helped Evelyn inside, and they sped away.

Only then did Adrian return to the Valentine estate.

Cassandra Valentine, Gregory Valentine, and Margaret Valentine—who had rushed back—were all waiting for him.

Margaret eyed her adopted son with icy disdain, the air thick with tension.

"Adrian Valentine, what exactly are you trying to pull?" she snapped. "You’re not even a real Valentine."

If they were tearing off the masks, then let it be a fight to the death.

Adrian’s gaze turned glacial, like the abyss itself.

Margaret faltered under that piercing stare—sharp as a blade.

She forced herself to hold his gaze.

Gregory, still groggy from a hangover, perked up at the revelation.

"Mom, what did you say?" He jumped to his feet, grinning. "Does that mean I’m the sole heir now?"

Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

Margaret shot her useless youngest son a withering look.

"Hahaha!" Gregory pointed at Adrian, laughing wildly. "How does it feel now? I’m the true Valentine heir!"

He turned eagerly to his mother. "Call Uncle and the others! I want to watch this impostor get thrown out myself!"