Chapter 408

Margaret Valentine's temple throbbed as she glared at her worthless son.

Victor Ashcroft smirked, savoring Gregory Valentine's deranged expression. "Gregory, you don't even know whose blood runs in your veins."

Gregory froze, eyes bloodshot. "Victor! Who the hell do you think you are? This is Valentine family business!"

Victor remained silent.

He'd waited too long for this moment.

His icy gaze swept over Gabrielle Flores' meticulously maintained face.

"Gabrielle, why don't you tell this fool yourself?" Victor's voice dripped with venom. "Our CEO is the true Valentine heir."

Gabrielle's pupils constricted, nails digging into her palms.

"How dare you!" she shrieked. "You're just a servant!"

"Gabrielle, he has more right to stand here than you do." Beatrice Valentine entered slowly, leaning on her cane.

Martha Dimucci supported the elderly woman, who wore an elegant maroon cheongsam.

Adrian Valentine frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes as he studied Victor.

"Don't worry, CEO." Victor gave a bitter smile. "Madam kept me by your side to uncover the truth about the chairman's murder... and to avenge my mother."

Gabrielle trembled violently, her gaze locked on Victor's face.

Features began overlapping with a face from her memories.

"Housekeeper Tong's son..." she whispered.

A flicker of shock crossed Adrian's eyes.

Victor had always been flawless in his duties—except when it came to Evelyn Roland.

"You old hag!" Gabrielle screamed. "You can't just make baseless accusations!"

Beatrice settled into her chair with calm dignity.

"Evidence?" She stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist. "Of course I have some."

Cold sweat trickled down Gabrielle's back.

Beatrice lifted her gaze. "I knew this was a setup the day you carried Adrian through our doors."

"Zachary married you out of duty, yet you conspired with Vincent Langley to kill him."

"All these years I played deaf and dumb, waiting for Adrian to avenge his father himself."

Her quiet words struck like daggers.

Gabrielle's legs wobbled, but she forced a sneer. "Lies!"

"Every time Vincent visited, he'd go to the gazebo in the back garden." Beatrice said suddenly. "There's an old locust tree there—with your names carved into its trunk."

Gabrielle's face turned deathly pale.