Chapter 437

Eleanor Langley tightly gripped her daughter's arm as she escorted Isabella Langley back to their family mansion.

Termination notices flooded in from major brands, voiding all of Isabella's endorsement contracts.

Vincent Langley shattered his phone against the wall after receiving the final cancellation call. His massive investments in his daughter's career had been destroyed by a mere chauffeur.

He refused to let his carefully cultivated heir fall from grace.

The PR team scrambled to contain the scandal, but Isabella's disgrace had already spread like wildfire across the city.

As Vincent seethed with rage, Eleanor entered the living room with Isabella and Warren Garten.

Vincent swung his fist at Warren the moment he saw him.

"Father!" Isabella stepped between them. "I have a solution to salvage this—and turn it to our advantage."

Warren dropped to his knees, his burning gaze shifting from Isabella to Vincent. "Mr. Langley, my feelings for Isabella are genuine. A marriage announcement would silence all rumors."

"Adrian Valentine has publicly denied any relationship with Isabella, claiming it was all Margaret Valentine's publicity stunt. Our engagement would rewrite the narrative."

"As for Lucien Valentine, the video only shows Isabella's hands. Without concrete evidence, we can easily pin this on someone else."

Eleanor chimed in, "Vincent, this is our best option. Warren has been with Isabella for years—he's loyal. This could elevate her career while resolving the crisis."

Isabella's eyes flashed with venom. "That hypocrite Adrian claimed to love me, yet abandoned me when I needed him most. Father, I will make him pay."

Vincent weighed his options. This was their only viable path forward. He wouldn't let decades of planning go to waste.

"Go change your clothes!" Vincent glared at his disheveled daughter. "I'll send the stylist up. You'll take engagement photos for the official announcement."

"I'll handle Lucien Valentine." Vincent's voice turned icy. "A mere actor dares challenge me?"

Isabella headed upstairs. Suddenly, Vincent drove his fist into Warren's face.

Warren took the blow without flinching, secretly triumphant. His carefully preserved video had worked better than expected.

"Chairman," Warren wiped blood from his lips, "I'm more suited to Isabella than Adrian ever was. For your empire, I'll be your sharpest blade."

"You've seen my capabilities. Given the chance, I'll help you claim that throne."

The words struck Vincent's ambition. He studied Warren—this young man possessed far more ruthlessness than Adrian.

"Fine." Vincent finally relented. "After the photoshoot, you'll deal with Lucien immediately."