Chapter 144

Isabella drove away after lunch with Julian and Lily. On her way home, Emily called.

"Bella, where are you? I'm exhausted! Come pick me up for dinner."

Isabella didn't mention she'd already eaten. "Where are you?"

"Yorkshire Manor," Emily said. "That classical courtyard-style residential complex developed last year. Been house-hunting with my aunt all morning. Dead tired."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Isabella adjusted her GPS toward Yorkshire Manor.

Ten minutes later, Emily called again. "Damn! Guess who I just ran into?"

Isabella paused. Lately, only one person could make Emily curse like that.

"Alexander and Victoria with her entire family! He's giving the Kensingtons a property tour!"

Isabella's expression remained neutral as she hummed in response.

Usually when Alexander and Victoria went out, they brought Sophia along. The reason he'd left his daughter home alone today? Entertaining the Kensingtons.

Made sense. The Whitmores had already settled into their new home. If the Kensingtons planned to stay in Salzburg, they'd need property too.

Arriving at Yorkshire Manor, Isabella parked and texted Emily her location.

Emily replied she'd be out soon.

Isabella asked where she was. Emily said she'd stopped by the sales office to use the restroom and sent the location.

Just as Isabella stepped out, she spotted Eleanor, Reginald, and Beatrice walking toward the parking lot.

They were all smiling, clearly in excellent spirits.

Isabella exited her car, but the trio entered from the opposite side and didn't notice her.

Minutes later at the sales office entrance, Isabella collided with Alexander and Victoria. They were exiting surrounded by seven or eight sales executives.

Alexander glanced sideways at her while Victoria, clinging to his arm, shot her a cold look.

Isabella averted her gaze indifferently and walked past them toward Emily.

Seeing her, Emily gritted her teeth. "Properties here start at 300 million. The staff told me Alexander bought the Kensingtons the premium villa - over 600 million!"

Isabella simply hummed.

Studying her expression, Emily added, "And apparently they chose this development because Victoria's mother loves the architectural style—"

Isabella's steps faltered almost imperceptibly. No wonder Eleanor had looked so pleased earlier.

Suppressing her emotions, Isabella said calmly, "I need the restroom."

"Okay."

Inside, Isabella clenched her fists. She'd grown numb to stories of Alexander doting on Victoria.

But hearing him catering to Eleanor still—

Voices outside caught her attention.

"That Mr. Whitmore has impeccable taste. His girlfriend is stunning."

"Right? And her mother—so elegant and classy. The best part? Her husband and in-laws indulge her every whim. Everything revolves around her preferences. She's utterly spoiled!"

"Ugh, comparing her to my own in-laws makes me furious."

"Exactly! Mr. Whitmore treats his girlfriend like royalty. They're not even married yet, and he just dropped 600 million on a villa for her family. Some women really win the genetic lottery."