Chapter 467
Adrian Valentine's slender fingers tapped lightly on the desk as he considered Cassandra's request.
His gaze darkened, recalling Eleanor Langley's knowledge of Evelyn Roland's origins.
"Victor," he said coldly, "Agree to her terms. Contact Nathan Aldridge."
Victor Ashcroft raised an eyebrow. Had Cassandra finally seen reason?
The video footage of Isabella Langley's face—an uncanny replica of Eleanor's delicate features—made everything painfully clear.
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Isabella hummed a tune as she entered the Langley mansion.
Eleanor sat in the living room reviewing documents, her brow furrowed.
A sinister smile curled Isabella's lips.
Once that wretched girl was completely destroyed, Eleanor would have no choice but to rely on her.
"Mother," she asked sweetly, "Any news from Father?"
Eleanor massaged her temples. "He disappeared after the company was seized."
Isabella's chest tightened.
Eagerly, she pulled out her phone to check Cassandra's downfall.
A news alert flashed across the screen:
"Female Corpse Found in Lynch Tower—Suspected Sexual Assault Homicide."
The bloodied face in the photo was unmistakably Cassandra's.
The phone clattered to the floor.
Eleanor picked it up, her pupils contracting in shock.
That pitiful girl they'd met at the gala... dead?
A sharp pain lanced through her heart.
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At the salon, Evelyn scrolled through her phone while Scarlett Orlando received a treatment.
Seeing the headline, Evelyn's lips curved upward.
Cassandra had gone to Adrian after all.
With a tap, she anonymously sent a video.
"Mrs. Langley, have you never questioned Cassandra's true parentage?"
"Pity your adopted daughter struck first."
As the caption delivered, Evelyn sipped her black tea.
Sunlight streamed through the windows.
Meanwhile, at the Langley estate, Eleanor trembled violently as the video played.
Isabella's vicious sneer and Cassandra's desperate screams stabbed into her heart like daggers.
The final message burned into her vision:
"Your real daughter died by your adopted one's hand."