Chapter 50
The moment the confrontation began, Cassandra's fiancé stormed in to intervene. Their heated argument echoed through the venue.
Within minutes, the entire Kensington clan arrived in full force.
Emily had been right—the Kensingtons clearly came from old money. Their condescending attitude toward the Kensington family was palpable.
Reginald attempted to mediate with a diplomatic approach, but the Kensingtons weren't having it. They launched into a scathing verbal assault without hesitation.
Every member of the Kensington family visibly stiffened. Their expressions darkened with each cutting remark.
Then Alexander made his entrance.
His first act was removing his tailored jacket and wrapping it around Victoria's shoulders. After exchanging brief words with Cassandra's parents, he scooped Victoria into his arms and strode away without a backward glance.
The Kensingtons' demeanor shifted instantly when Alexander stepped in. Their arrogance evaporated like morning mist.
As he departed with Victoria, they scrambled after them, desperate to explain. The security team blocked their path effortlessly.
The video's final frames showed the once-haughty Kensingtons now humbled, visibly eager to reconcile with the Kensington family.
Meanwhile, Reginald and his relatives—who had been practically groveling moments earlier—now ignored the Kensingtons completely, following Alexander's lead without hesitation.
The gala's celebrity-filled venue ensured maximum exposure.
Though few recognized Victoria or Cassandra initially, scandal travels fast in elite circles.
When viewers realized the dashing rescuer was Alexander Whitmore, the video went viral instantly. Comments flooded in.
Wait—that's THE Alexander Whitmore? The tech prodigy?
Hold up—media always mentions his business genius but never his jawline!
No wonder he avoids the spotlight—with that face, he'd cause traffic jams everywhere!
As context emerged, the narrative shifted dramatically.
So...Cassandra caught her fiancé cheating...with Mr. Whitmore's girlfriend?
I know that guy—decent family, passable looks. But compared to Whitmore...
Let's be real here.
Alexander Whitmore operates on another plane entirely—wealth, intellect, and those damn cheekbones!
Victoria's fans soon identified her.
PhD at 25? Champion racer? Elite hacker? Is this woman even human?
Did you see the photos from her last race? The way Alexander looked at her—pure worship!
Ugh, they're disgustingly perfect together. Some people get all the luck!
Seriously—why would someone dating Alexander Whitmore even glance at another man? The math ain't mathing!
Rewatching the footage—Cassandra's man approached Victoria first. I get being jealous, but throwing wine? Classless.
Beautiful women can't win—too pretty and you get blamed for existing!
Isabella closed the browser tab abruptly.
Eleanor had promised Alexander would collect her from the spa retreat. Yet here it was, well past 10 PM, without so much as a text.
Perhaps he'd intended to come.
Probably got distracted playing white knight for Victoria...and simply forgot.
Isabella refused to dwell on it.
By 11 PM, she was home, showered, and in bed. Sleep came instantly—deep and dreamless.