Chapter 495

She tossed her phone onto the bedside table and turned over, pulling the blankets tightly around her.

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Isabella Langley received the news at the same time—Cassandra Valentine had been rescued by Evelyn Roland again.

Her fingers clenched around the phone, knuckles turning white.

Why did Cassandra always escape unscathed?

Crash!

The crystal ornament on the coffee table shattered as she violently swept it onto the floor.

Warren Garten stood nearby, his expression dark. The plan had been flawless, yet they had still failed.

"Is Evelyn some kind of bloodhound?" he gritted out. "How the hell did she find that remote location?"

Murderous intent swirled in Isabella's eyes. "That bitch has to die."

Warren pulled her into his arms. "Don't be angry, darling. Tonight is our wedding night." He kissed her earlobe. "Tomorrow, I'll handle it. No one will trace it back to us."

Isabella leaned against his chest, letting him carry her to bed.

The sound of tearing fabric cut sharply through the room.

Outside the door, Eleanor Langley held up her phone, recording every word of their conversation.

Hearing the noises from inside, she smirked in disdain and slipped away silently.

Back in her room, she sent the recording file to Cassandra.

Eleanor stared at her phone screen, nails digging deep into her palms.

Vincent Langley would return eventually.

Before that, she needed Isabella and Cassandra to tear each other apart.

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Adrian Valentine's villa was brightly lit.

He unlocked his phone—news of Isabella and Warren's wedding flooded every headline.

Hmph. He tossed the phone onto the sofa.

The bedroom remained exactly as Evelyn had left it.

For the first time, Adrian dared to step inside.

He lay on one side of the bed, fingertips brushing over the pillow she used to sleep on.

In his memories, she always sat propped against the headboard, reading.

Under the warm glow of the lamp, her downcast lashes looked like a painting.

Every time he emerged from the shower, he would take the book from her hands.

Then press her into the soft mattress.

The sound of her gasping breaths from those nights still echoed in his ears.

Adrian traced the wrinkles in the sheets, a confident smile curving his lips.

"Wait for me, darling."

Gazing up at the chandelier, he thought of the little bunny charm on Evelyn's wrist.

That night, he slept more soundly than he had in months.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Evelyn stared at the ceiling until dawn.