Chapter 422

The phone vibrated.

Adrian Valentine received a photo.

The woman in the picture was Isabella Langley.

His fingertips turned ice cold.

He handed the phone to Isabella.

His voice trembled slightly. "Isabella, this was sent by Mr. Lefèvre's friend. You were Christian Lefèvre's girlfriend."

Nathan Aldridge's gaze fell on the photo.

A murderous aura erupted around him.

Isabella clenched her fists.

That bitch Evelyn Roland just wouldn't stay dead.

Her father should have strangled her years ago.

She sneered at Nathan. "Nathan, you're the real fool here, dancing to my tune all this time."

"I spared your dignity by not mentioning Christian was my ex."

"You thought I was hiding it? I was protecting you!"

Her voice grew hysterical. "Evelyn detonated explosives that nearly killed you all! Christian really died!"

"I kept your secrets, and this is how you repay me?"

Nathan's eyes turned glacial.

He stepped forward abruptly. "You orchestrated everything."

Isabella's pupils constricted.

Prove it.

Nathan saw right through her.

Isabella decided to lay all cards on the table. "You only got close to me to investigate your father's death, didn't you?"

"You haven't touched me in two years. Spare me the act."

"Evelyn abandoned you long ago!"

CRASH—

The coffee table overturned.

A glass shattered at Isabella's feet.

Victor Ashcroft broke out in cold sweat.

Nathan hadn't lost control like this in years.

"Let her go." Nathan's voice dripped with venom. "The Academy Awards are tomorrow. Don't jeopardize company partnerships."

Madness flashed in Isabella's eyes. "Nathan, you still care about me, don't you?"

Nathan's lips curled into a chilling smile.

Tomorrow, he'd make her wish for death.

The elevator doors opened.

Victor spotted a pool of blood on the floor.

Nathan's leather shoes were soaked through with crimson.

"Sir, we need to get you to a hospital!"

Nathan ignored him. "Investigate Isabella's connection to Vincent Kemnis."

Victor hesitated. "What about Madam Roland..."

Nathan closed his eyes briefly.

Gregory Valentine was still watching like a vulture.

It wasn't time yet.

The elevator doors closed.

Blood snaked across the metal floor like a serpent.