Chapter 611 Chapter 611: Isolde picked up the delicate cup. The porcelain rattled slightly against the saucer before she steadied her hands and took a small sip. “I am perfectly fine, Grandmother,” she lied smoothly. “Just tired from managing Effie’s recovery p> Beatrice leaned back and rested her hands on

Chapter 610 Chapter 610: She struck her cane against the floor with each word that followed. “Isolde is the wife I chose for you. She possesses the intellect and the breeding required to carry this family forward. You will not humiliate her. You will not humiliate me p> Grayson’s chest

Chapter 609 Chapter 609: The air inside was heavy with the scent of aged mahogany, expensive Darjeeling tea, and centuries of oppressive family expectation. Beatrice Lancaster sat in a high-backed Victorian armchair beside the unlit fireplace. She was nearly eighty years old, but her spine was perfectly straight, her silver

Chapter 608 Chapter 608: Victoria’s confident posture faltered for a fraction of a second. Her eyes widened slightly before she recovered the mask of superiority. “Minor accounting errors,” she argued stubbornly. “We can fix that. We need her for Kaiden’s sake p> At the mention of Kaiden, a dark, violent

Chapter 607 Chapter 607: “That is wonderful news,” she said softly. “Tell her Mommy is coming, and I am bringing her favorite storybook. We are only moving forward p> The atmosphere inside the CEO’s office at SkyLine Technologies was volatile enough to ignite. Grayson had no memory of how he

Chapter 606 Chapter 606: “So,” Isolde continued, her voice dropping to a cold whisper that nonetheless carried across the entire room, “under what legal capacity are you standing in this building, Belle? Are you here as his hired nanny? Or simply as Grayson’s public relations assistant p> A collective, sharp

Chapter 605 Chapter 605: Through the glass partition, she could see the lounge clearly. Kaiden sat on a leather sofa in his pristine school uniform—and beside him, her arm wrapped possessively around the boy’s shoulders, sat Belle Escobar. Belle was wearing a vibrant red designer dress. She was surrounded by

Chapter 604 Chapter 604: Isolde let out a short, humorless laugh. “A fake foundation crumbles the fastest. Let them build her up. The higher they elevate her, the more catastrophic the impact will be when I pull the floor out from under her p> She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chapter 603 Chapter 603: A high-definition photograph filled the screen—Grayson and Belle at a recent charity gala, holding champagne flutes, standing dangerously close together. The accompanying text was sickening. It praised Belle Escobar as a visionary genius, a woman whose brilliant mind was the only thing saving SkyLine Technologies from

Chapter 602 Chapter 602: “Dry your hair,” he said, putting the car in gear. “Pneumonia is highly contagious, and your immune system is currently running on adrenaline and no sleep p> Isolde took the towel and rubbed her wet hair without any concern for her appearance—not the behavior of a